My Soul card is a Reaper

"Ha" "yaaa" "Ha"

Nyra was throwing down punches and kicks for the past twenty minutes at her greatest speed and Azzy merely focused on parrying her attacks.

Over time, she got tired but fiercely attacked Azzy, all so that she could land just one hit on him.

But, her wish never materialized and she collapsed on the floor, sweating from top to bottom and panting hard. Azzy's breathing was stable and he calmly stared at her as he asked, "How are you feeling now, Ms. Nyra?"

*Cough* "Yeah… ha…" Nyra took heavy breaths for a while and sat up, "Thanks, mister. It really feels like I felt relief from all the stress my mother gave me today."

"Good." Azzy nodded and went ahead to sit down at the edge of the terrace once again. After a while, Nyra joined him, but this time, she sat closer and said, "You reminded me of my master, you know… Fuu… although she is a swordsman and a bit aggressive. I trained under her for six years, but forget about never landing a hit, I even almost had near-death experiences numerous times. But then again, she is an ascendant. So, I guess it can be obvious that I'm at her mercy, but still… you would expect your master to go easy on you, but she doesn't. Many times, I thought that she had some grudge against my family or something. However, it wasn't until a couple of years ago that I…"

"Ugh… this girl just doesn't shut up. She keeps on talking…" Azzy was having a bit of a headache as Nyra talked about herself and her master nonstop. He couldn't help but think whether he might have made a wrong judgment earlier on an assumption that she was merely stressed. No, she is a chatterbox who has lots of things to share.

Now, he wants to get away, but he also had another reason to help her out earlier.

Hence, he maintained patience and stayed a good listener until the end before finally stating his intentions. Perhaps, having a mask gave him the confidence to speak his mind. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

It is simple and out of expectations for Nyra as Azzy's asking for a favor about finding a house to rent instead of staying at a hotel is something that doesn't have any continuation of their conversation.

In response, Nyra offered him a place to stay at her own residence, the very building they were sitting on. She explained that they have training centers, too.

Azzy, of course, rejected it outrightly as he didn't want to spend the rest of his days wearing a mask. Moreover, he doesn't want to become her sparring partner every day.

Hence, he had to use an excuse that he was looking for a house that looked a bit more modest and something that felt like a home without much disturbance.

After thinking a bit, she unfurled her wings and asked, "What about a mansion in a remote location with no rental fees?"

"A haunted mansion? Well, I can check it out before making a decision," Azzy wondered for a second before giving his nod.

She clapped with a smile and said, "I think I know the best place that fulfills your requirements. Follow me." She proceeded to fly away. Azzy shrunk his size once again and followed her for atleast an hour until they reached the plains near the floating city.

There was nothing in Azzy's sight except for a large platform with eight pillars on its edges.

Just as Azzy wondered whether they would go to the floating city or something, she took a turn to the left and flew away from that floating island. Azzy followed her.

They eventually reach a grassland with an isolated lake. There was also a tiny island in the middle of the lake. However, no houses are seen around.

Nyra looked around, unsure where Azzy was, but she didn't ask him to show himself and simply asked, "what do you think of this place?"

Azzy turned normal and replied with a question, "where's the house you promised?"

To which, Nyra chucked and pointed to the island, "That spot, in the middle of the lake, do you think it looks like to live in a house if it is located there?"

"Hmm?" Azzy followed her gaze and nodded, although unsurely, "I guess?"

"Good."

Nyra's smile widened, and she walked forward to the lake shore and joined her hands. Her eyes were shut and divine energy seeped out from her body, forming an aura over the layer of her skin.

Azzy watched her in curiosity, wondering what she was going to do.

Was there a mansion invisible on that island?

Or was she trying to open the entrance to a pocket dimension?

He could only wonder for a while until she opened her palms a bit, revealing a tiny sphere of some whitish energy sphere, which flew from her hand and flew to the island on the lake.

As it landed on the lake, Nyra shouted, "Creation, unleash."

Her voice reverberated in Azzy's ears for a few seconds as a blinding flash of light enveloped the island for a few seconds before revealing a two-story wooden house all of a sudden.

"The ability of Creation without transforming any existing matter," The Reaper's voice echoed in Azzy's head, taking him by surprise as he further commented, "Indeed, it is what I suspected all along. The Angels got hold of his soul fragment."

"Huh? What do you mean, Chronos?" Azzy questioned.

The Reaper explained, "You learned what happened when the universe was created, right? The split of the creator's soul into many fragments. This is something only known to myself, Life, and Space. It was during the time when I was incomplete, in separate forms of Time and Death. One of the soul fragments actually merged with the 13th Archangel-Baraqiel, the twin of Barachiel, and became the Supreme Angel, which these people refer to as God.

However, the Supreme Angel had something we didn't have. He had the memories of the original creator and also the power greater than any other archangel or deity out there.

So, he thought of merging us back into him to retain his original form. We refused. He attacked us, and we worked together to put an end to him. But, just like us, he cannot be destroyed into nothingness and can only be absorbed. All this while, we suspected he was hiding somewhere, and even Space couldn't find his existence. Eventually, as many other things happened in the cosmos, we forgot about him.

I thought that Angels were merely using a non-existent God's name in the hopes of his return. But it looks like he had been hiding in Elysium all along. The ability to create any materialistic things with just pure energy is something only he had."

"So, are you saying that this girl had the creator's soul fragment?" Azzy asked, taking another look at the girl. Despite having significant strength at such a young age, he didn't feel like she was that strong. Hence, it is tough to believe that assumption.

The Reaper answered, "No, she doesn't have it. However, the knowledge could be passed on to an immediate successor or apostle. Stick to her at all costs and find her master. It is likely that her master has already become the host and is in the process of becoming a Supreme Angel." After a brief pause, he added, "You might have come here for your love, but you now have to work hard for the sake of the universe. No matter what, the supreme angel cannot be resurrected. Unlike before, Space and I are no longer on the same terms. And Life has already sided herself with the Olympian Gods."

"Hmm… What is it?" Nyra sensed that Azzy was intensely staring at her. "Are you impressed by my ability?" She couldn't help but ask.

Azzy could only nod, averting his gaze, "Yeah, I guess."

Nyra smiled to her eyes.