The Rise of the Black Plain

"This is strange. I thought they only accepted Demigods into their group." Umuss said as he looked at Minos, still uncomfortable with the chaotic energy in that small body.

"And they only accept them. I was the first and only exception. But I think the senior can understand why." Minos smiled, dosing his comments in a way that wasn't overly arrogant but also without false modesty.

'To be able to create a supreme weapon and to have a talent as high as his, that's possible...' Umuss thought, feeling the situation of the human in front of him had become a few degrees more complex.

Even though his tribe was one of the strongest in the world, it didn't mean they could casually get into trouble with high-level powers.

They could undoubtedly act boldly and take more risks than others without jeopardizing their continuity. But while fighting the Sky Whales, the Dragons couldn't afford to get into a fight with a group as strong as Pantheon Of Honor.

Pantheon Of Honor had several level 99 Demigods in their group, and they were influential throughout the Spiritual World.

Angering them over something small could cause damage that such a level 94 Dragon didn't want to suffer on behalf of someone like Minos.

However, he still didn't know how to deal with someone who knew the secret of his tribe. Even more so, considering the many oddities and unparalleled talent this young man had already shown him.

With that in mind, he went over what Minos had already told him and asked. "Why would you risk traveling to the North Sea?"

"That's a good question, Senior Umuss." Minos took the opportunity to talk about a subject that might make him less of a threat to the Dragons.

There was nothing better to ease the tension between two groups than the emergence of a third group capable of threatening all parties!

"The level 100 legacy wasn't the only legacy I received on my journey. I've experienced other inheritances myself, and I've heard stories from people close to me who've also received inheritances from cultivators who've reached the peak or near the peak of cultivation.

Through these chance encounters, I was able to come in contact with the prediction of a prophet who, before he died, saw the Spiritual World facing a great extraterritorial threat."

"Extraterritorial?"

"Yes, a threat from outside our world." Minos shook his head in agreement. "Given what I know about the North Sea and some reports of soul fragments from old experts in the Spiritual World, I know that area shouldn't be as dangerous as it is in our time.

I suspect the extraterritorial danger to our world will come from that place."

"That..." The Dragon hesitated, finding it hard to believe this was true.

But Minos informed Umuss that he was not the only one who believed it. "I know it's hard to believe, but I'm not the only one who thinks that way, senior. I currently have an agreement with Emperor Quinn of the Western Empire for an alliance to deal with any threat that may exist in that sea.

I also have a promise from members of the Sea Folk that they will try to help me if I can get proof of my theories.

That's what this voyage is for. It's for me to prove to my allies and contacts the danger that might exist in that place.

That's why I'm putting together such a diverse crew. If I'm right and we return from our adventure in the North Sea, I hope to have as many witnesses as possible to spread the truth and convince their tribes of our common enemy."

It all made sense. That is, it was crazy, but the way Minos was organizing things, making contacts, gathering witnesses, etc., it all made sense.

He didn't seem to be making it all up, and his passage through the area really did seem to be an escape from the Gorgons they were getting into trouble with.

'If all this is true and he's right, then the fact that he knows the secret of my tribe is not the worst thing we have to worry about.' Umuss thought. 'Not to mention that it would eliminate any chance of him using it against us. If he's right, there's a good chance he'll die on this journey north, or even if he survives, he'll be in too much trouble to think of acting against us.'

"This is all very difficult for me. How certain are you of your theories?" He looked into Minos' eyes as he returned to his humanoid form, the human in front of him already having withdrawn the chaotic aura within him.

"About 75%."

"All this?"

"What I know about this world makes me believe that it is unlikely that we are alone in the universe. Your Ancestral God was someone who surpassed level 100. But I can tell you that he wasn't the only one. The place he came from may have also given rise to the enemies I believe our world will have to deal with." Minos replied soberly, deep in his words.

"Sigh... I hope I'm wrong. But it seems unlikely that I am. The further I go, the more certain I become about my theories."

Hearing Minos' worried tone, even Umuss, a being who normally wouldn't care about the fears of others, became concerned.

Already knowing that he couldn't handle this human alone, he made up his mind. "Minos, I will take you to the heart of the tribe. The things you've told me are too disturbing for me to handle alone. My elders will decide your future."

Minos clenched his fists as he felt Umuss carrying him once again, aware that where he was being taken now would be the end of his life or the end of his problems on this continent.

High-ranking Dragons might even prevent him from escaping to the Spatial Kingdom. If someone decided it would be better for him to die, there would be no other way for him to escape!

Luckily, he had several levels of protection, even though he was temporarily unable to use his powers due to the lingering effects of using the supreme weapon.

'I hope these guys aren't as petty as some of Henricus Longus' acquaintances...' Minos thought, already seeing this tribe's core as he was carried by Umuss.

Henricus Longus had sought the help of the world's strongest tribes when he had his prophetic dream of the world's troubled future.

But because his vision was so far removed from his time, no one believed him, even though he was already highly respected.

After all, visions became less accurate the further they were from the present.

In this sense, Minos felt the aura of the first level 99 Dragon he met!

"So you're the one who can use a supreme weapon at the 9th stage, huh? Nice to meet you, Minos Stuart."