I am an Eldritch Entity

His brain quite literally short circuited.

He hadn't read it wrong. He was sure of it.

The handwriting was bad, terrible, straight up crap. It felt like it was written by someone who had gone crazy. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

But it was legible.

And the words were indeed what he had read. He was sure of it.

Eldritch Eryndor…who else but me?

Was he not under the radar as he had thought? Had he been on the Human Federation's radar all along?

What was going on here? The first person he thought of was naturally Morris.

The Co-founder Morris who had managed to return from the secret realm.

Did he participate in the mission to seal me?

But then another thing resurfaced in his mind.

Didn't Molina say that Dr. Kirchoff modified everyone's memory such that no one knew who participated in the mission to seal him?

Wait, has the Human Federation sealed some other eldritch entity and I was sealed by someone else?

No, how could it be? Eryndor found it difficult to accept that eldritch entities were cabbages. Could one more have been sealed alongside him?

No. There was very little chance.

So does that mean whoever wrote this line was indeed talking about him? Because even if there was another eldritch entity, there was even less of a chance for them to be named Eryndor as well.

Was Molina lying?

Did Dr. Kirchoff not modify the memories of everyone?

No. What purpose would Molina even have for lying to me?

Molina didn't even know such a small character like him. He literally had no prominent identity in the outside world. She wouldn't go to the lengths of lying to him.

If anything, she just thought of him like any other curious student of the Academy. She answered his questions just like she would to any other person.

Eryndor still remembered the genuine but faint annoyance on her expression when he took too long to leave the room.

If she knew about his identity and was deliberately lying to him, could she even have the guts to be annoyed knowing she was in the presence of an eldritch entity?

Eryndor's eyes narrowed. He softly murmured.

"Or could it be that she was not lying, but Dr. Kirchoff didn't modify Morris' memory?"

Could it be that he let Morris go because he was a Co-founder? Could they have had a close relationship even before Dr. Kirchoff founded the Federation?

He glanced back down at the paper.

I am not even sure if Morris wrote this though.

The handwriting was batshit insane. Could someone on such a high rank have a stupid handwriting?

No, this argument isn't valid in the first place.

He shook his head. After some thought, he took out his phone and put a message on the group chat, one with only his roommates. He didn't trust Edward enough, and he didn't want to bother Syndra again.

Maybe he would send her a message if his roommates couldn't didn't have a way.

"Any chance any of you can obtain Co-founder Morris' handwriting?"

Drakarion replied to him first.

"What weird shit are you up to now?"

Eryndor wasn't in the mood to reply to him, but waited as he watched Valentina typing. She soon sent a message.

"There should be some documents signed by him which are lying around on internet. As for other sources of his handwriting… let me look it up."

Paulina: ^

There was no other message from Paulina, so he simply kept waiting while scrutinizing the paper.

There was nothing else apart from some burnt edges.

Squatting again, he inspected the rock and the area around it. There were a few more pieces of yellow paper but none of them had anything legible written on it.

Everything had faded away with the passage of time.

Ting.

A notification appeared on his phone.

Valentina is fast, she might be resting from all the fights. Oh well, good for me.

He sent her a thank you message before opening the files.

The next few minutes he went through Morris' handwriting with intense focus, trying to compare it with the one on the paper, but it was just not it.

There were a few similarities, but it as well did not exist.

He was pretty sure even his own handwriting would have some similarities with the one of the yellow paper if he scrutinized it with this intensity.

Sigh.

A long breath escaped his mouth.

Putting the paper in his pocket, he looked around the cave. It was getting pretty dark in here, the only source of light was one coming from the entrance.

His enhanced physique had improved his eyesight as well, but it wasn't to the point of seeing in the dark. If he wanted to find another opening, all he could do was use a torch.

But I don't have my bag with me. My torch is in the bag.

His bag was out in the wild, judging from his extended vision, nothing had happened to it yet.

He went quiet for a second before coming up with two choices.

Do I try to sneakily escape through the same exit? Or do I bring my bag over here to search around for more clues?

With the torch in his bag, he could search for more clues like the yellow paper.

He soon made his decision. It was pretty obvious.

Why would he give up the chance to know more about himself and choose to run away? It would've been pretty stupid.

With familiar mastery, he began controlling his bag through Telekinesis to bring it up to his cave.

Suddenly, he noticed one of the beasts turn its head towards the bag. Slowly, Eryndor halted its movement, causing the beast to turn away.

Wait, let me look up what they are called.

Eryndor quickly pulled up the tournament website and saw the information about the beast.

Terromorph Ravager huh.

Eryndor recalled how it could sense the bag just moments ago.

Does that one have ability related to surveillance? Or are they naturally sensitive at that range?

Well, whatever it may be, his Telekinesis was definitely not as fast as his speed of Lightning Infusion plus Shadowstep under shadow.

He couldn't control his bag to dodge them, and he didn't want to switch to his second form in this secret realm.

To bring his bag in the cave, he'll have to deal with them.

I guess it's time for round two.