Inhuman Warlock-Novel

He placed the first report aside and read the second report, which talked about another incident that happened the same day.

Two Variants infiltrated the Government Facility and managed to escape. They were traced outside a clothing store where Zeston Variants cornered them.

"Hmm? I don't remember that happening. Did it happen after I left? Don't tell me they lost the paper in that conflict?" he wondered, frowning. "I guess I really did make a mistake by destroying the entire building. So much for being a nice guy."

He crushed the paper and tossed it away in frustration.

The next page further talked about the incident in which the two culprits managed to escape. No Variants of the city died in the incident.

The authorities tried to find the culprits, but they couldn't even find a single trace. The authorities were said to possess the footage of the culprits as well, but they didn't release it to General Public.

In the end, the authorities of Zeston dropped the matter since no person was killed by the intruders.

"That's interesting. It's after this incident when the Warlock Council was established?" Lucifer exclaimed, surprised.

He was amazed to find out how much of the wrong that happened in the past was because of him.

The Warlocks of Zeston decided that the government wasn't effective in protecting the city after this incident, so they formed the Warlock Council, which grew too big within years.

"So if I hadn't broken in the finding, the Warlock Council wouldn't have existed. If I hadn't broken inside Ramian's house, what then?"

"No, that's not my fault. Even if I hadn't gone there with Father, mother was already there. By the time I got there, the kid was already shot, and the guards were already there. Things would've unfolded the same way if I wasn't there."

"In fact, mother would've been dead instead, trapped in the time domain I helped her out of."

He tossed the second paper away as well. His head was also starting to ache. Things were making sense, but at the same time, they weren't making sense.

Why was everything the same as it happened in the past? In fact, how did it even happen? It wasn't as if he was born in the future first. He was born in the past and discovered by his parents.

By that time, he hadn't traveled to the past. So how did the Warlock Council come into existence then? Why was this paradox so messy? Warlock Council and Jian Asade wrote his destiny by taking out his parents. And that made him like this. And that's also how he ended up in the past.

It was so awkward. The Warlock Council came because of him. And he became what he was because of the Warlock Council. It was like a loop, and he didn't understand how the loop actually started.

"It would've been handy if I had the first ability of Eve. I need some really heavy thinking to understand this mess. Maybe I should talk to her when I go back."

"You called me?" Eve's voice came abruptly.

"Hmm?" Frowning, Lucifer turned around.

"You?" He could see Eve sitting behind him. "How did you get in here?"

"You told me to test my Adaptation. I was testing it by turning into Kellian. I tested his shadow transformation and followed you." Eve smiled. "You can't blame me. I was just following your commands."

She came forward and sat beside Lucifer.

"You're, ah," Lucifer rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Now use the same ability and leave. You need to go back."

"I don't want to go back. I'm coming with you."

"No, you aren't. I'm not going on a picnic. And I'm not going to be your babysitter there. I've had enough of acting like a babysitter already." Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"You know I don't listen, right?" Eve asked, smiling. "Now that I'm getting a hang of Adaptation, I can easily follow you without you finding out."

"Even if you leave me here, I'll follow you like I did when you came to the capital city, leaving me behind. Fine, tell me you want that?"

"Kellian needs you more than I do. You need to get back to him," Lucifer stated.

"Why? It's not like I can help in case he needs someone to fight?"

"I know, but you can help him get away. You can turn into me and protect him. Or turn into Arthur and Teleport him away," Lucifer explained.

"He can escape easily with his shadows if he wanted, don't worry about him. In fact, you might need Teleportation more. You're going to face Xaen, aren't you? I know more about him than you can imagine. I can be of help?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not coming with you as a Warlock who will fight, but I'm coming as the person who saw most of the world from the Dreamland," Eve explained.

She further stated. " The information I have can help you a lot. It's the kind of information that you can't find in the papers you have."

"So, what were you talking about asking me? I don't charge you."

"The information you have can certainly come in handy. I forgot about that," Lucifer muttered, frowning. "Fine. I'll take you with me."

"Yeah. Now that's like a good boy," Eve burst into laughter. "You won't be disappointed."

"Stop talking like I'm a little kid," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. "I won't think twice before throwing you out of this helicopter."

"Anyways, back to the main point, I want to tell you something that might sound crazy. But it's the truth. And I want you to make sense of the situation," he further said, getting straight to the point.

He started telling her everything that happened from the moment he started absorbing the ability of Julien and how he ended up in the past.

He talked about his travels with his father and the entire incident with the Asade family and the government of Zeston.

"So, what do you think? How did this happen? Who came first, the Warlock Council or this version of me? Because one isn't possible without the other," Lucifer explained.

"Moreover, without me, mother would've been dead, and father would've been on the Frozen Island. He could never have met her if she was dead. So they couldn't have found me in the Dungeon? So how is that actually possible?" he further asked.

The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became. It was like a thread that was impossible to straighten.

"This thing... It really sounds crazy, but I will believe you on this.. As for what might have happened first…."