Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus attempted to use his mastery of space law to teleport underground, but he quickly realized that powerful wards and divine protections shielded the area, blocking his abilities.

He noticed an entrance to the underground chamber guarded by three S-Rank sentinels.

"Halt!" the guards barked sharply, raising their weapons to stop Aengus in his tracks.

"Sir Paladin, where are you going? You're not authorized to enter this area," one of the guards warned sternly.

Aengus's sharp eyes examined the door radiating a white divine glow, a clear indication that the area was heavily fortified against any intrusion.

"I know the rules," Aengus said smoothly. "I came here seeking an audience with the Saintess. Is she down there?"

The guards exchanged wary glances before responding.

"No, Sir Ashenvale. The Saintess is not here. Please return to your post," one of them said firmly.

"Alright, alright," Aengus replied gruffly, feigning irritation as he turned away, his mind already calculating his next move.

Aengus strode through the grand hallways, his sharp eyes scanning for Saintess Lumenaria. She was the only one with unrestricted access to the underground chamber and held the key to his mission.

As he moved, several guards bowed respectfully to him. In their eyes, he was Sir Ashenvale, a revered Paladin of the Cathedral.

Passing one chamber, he noticed Holy Knights standing tall and vigilant, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Despite their imposing presence, Aengus felt no threat. His flawless transformation skill ensured he was untouchable for now.

As he continued, his keen gaze locked onto a figure approaching him down the hallway. Elyon, the Hero of Light himself, the one blessed by the Goddess Of Light, was coming his way.

Aengus quickly adjusted his demeanor, lowering his head slightly and greeting in a tone laced with mock reverence. "Gods bless us, Sir Hero!"

Inside, Aengus smirked, mocking the old man he had no respect for.

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Elyon stopped briefly, his piercing eyes meeting Aengus's, though he detected nothing amiss. "Gods bless us, my child," Elyon replied with a curt nod, his voice calm yet authoritative, as he scanned Aengus from head to toe.

Aengus knew Elyon was searching for something within his body—a divine seed, they called it, used to verify that no clones or impersonators were present.

Fortunately, Aengus had analyzed the seed in advance. It posed no threat to him and lacked any brainwashing effects.

"Sir Hero, may I know where the Saintess is? I have something important to report," Aengus said respectfully, masking his true intentions.

Elyon, finding Ashenvale completely clean, visibly relaxed his posture and replied, "You may seek her audience in the prayer hall."

With that, Elyon walked off in the direction from which Aengus had come.

"Where is this old man going?" Aengus muttered, his eyes piercing through the walls using his enhanced vision. He observed Elyon heading toward the underground chamber.

"Now, why is he going there? Does he have access to that area as well?"

The answer was clear—Elyon entered the chamber without any issues.

Aengus, still disguised as Ashenvale, pondered this new development. Is Elyon granted temporary permission? Or is there more to his connection with the Cathedral?

Despite his curiosity, Aengus maintained his focus. He had already analyzed Elyon thoroughly, ensuring of take Elyon's form if needed.

However, he decided it was wise to consider alternate strategies in case complications arose.

Soon, Aengus arrived at the prayer hall.

Inside, Saintess Lumenaria sat gracefully atop the podium, bathed in a radiant divine light, her posture exuding reverence as she faced the statues of the Gods.

Rows of Cathedral acolytes and devotees sat neatly behind her, attentively listening to her sermon, their expressions filled with awe and devotion.

Aengus needed to get closer to thoroughly analyze the Saintess's biological structure. Without hesitation, he moved to the front rows. Others remained silent, out of respect for the esteemed Paladin he was impersonating.

Saintess Lumenaria noticed his presence and briefly glanced back, but said nothing, continuing her sermon.

"Gods are eternal, omniscient, almighty figures who created this world together to give us existence," she began, her voice melodious and captivating. "The greatest contributions came from the Nine Primordial Gods. Among them, the Goddess of Light and the God of Darkness played significant roles in creation. During that time, harmony reigned in the realm of gods. Their kindness toward mortals was unparalleled, and they gifted blessings to the worthy. They are our Father Creators. We should be eternally grateful to them."

Her voice enthralled the audience. All, except Aengus, appeared deeply moved, their eyes brimming with reverence.

Aengus, however, internally scoffed. You haven't seen the true depths of the universe, yet you claim these gods created the world? Truly laughable!

He pondered the claim of creation, knowing it wasn't as simple as the Saintess suggested. In the Primal Universe, even the most powerful Seekers, beings capable of annihilating entire worlds with ease, couldn't claim the ability to create a world from nothing. There's more to this story than they know, he thought, his sharp mind piecing together the flaws in her tale.

Just then, an acolyte raised a hand and asked, "Saintess, please tell us about the Demon God's (God of Darkness) banishment from the realm of gods."

The request stirred a shift in the room.

The Saintess nodded solemnly, her voice taking on a deeper, almost sorrowful tone. "The God of Darkness, once revered as a co-creator alongside the Goddess of Light, fell into corruption. It is said that his curiosity about the void and chaos led him astray. He began meddling in forbidden realms, tampering with the fabric of creation itself. This greed for power and disregard for harmony led to his exile in mortal world and trapped in the Abyss for millennia."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the audience. "From then on, the powerful God of Darkness was hailed as the Demon God. His bloodline rose to power by consuming humans and other creations alike. They brought destruction not only to their own world but also to ours."

"Saintess, why are the Gods not intervening now to stop him?" someone asked curiously.

Saintess Lumenaria smiled gently, her tone patient and reassuring as she replied,

"Child, the Gods are occupied with suppressing the Demon God. Without their constant vigilance, he would have devoured the world they created with such care and effort. But fear not. In their stead, they have chosen Heroes who wield their divine power to destroy the demons. One day, victory will be ours."

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