The Omnistore System

Chapter 463: lord's palace



"Who was the big mouth this time?" Kyle Shina asked, his voice cold yet dripping with amusement as he strode through the dimly lit corridor. His assistant, Julie, followed closely beside him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished stone floor. The corridor was long and narrow, barely wide enough for three people to pass shoulder to shoulder. The walls, sleek and reflective like polished obsidian, stretched endlessly in either direction, casting back distorted, shimmering reflections of their figures. The air was heavy with a mix of dampness and the faint metallic tang of blood, hinting at the sinister operations housed within these walls.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Julie glanced at Kyle, her face expressionless but sharp, as she straightened her tight skirt and adjusted the collar of her neat blouse. "We don't have an ID yet, sir," she replied crisply. "But we've released the hunting dogs. Whoever they are, they won't be hard to find."

Kyle smirked, his eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction. The corridor felt more like a tunnel to some hellish underworld, and his smirk reflected the pleasure he took from knowing the twisted secrets lurking within this place. As they continued down the hall, faint vibrations could be felt beneath their feet, the ground seeming to hum with an eerie life of its own. "Don't waste too many resources on it," Kyle said, his tone dismissive. "It's not like they've uncovered anything critical. The real plan is still well hidden." His smile widened into something more malevolent, his teeth catching the dim light for a brief moment.

Julie nodded, her gaze drifting to the walls where shadows slithered like living creatures. Her lips curled upward as she spoke, her voice taking on a subtle note of excitement. "Soon... the Lord will descend. He'll reclaim his kingdom from those moss-headed fools." Her eyes gleamed with fanaticism, her once professional demeanor cracking under the weight of her fervor. She quickened her pace, almost matching Kyle's long strides.

The corridor began to twist slightly as they neared the end, the walls narrowing even further, becoming more claustrophobic. Dark stains, faint but present, marred the floor beneath them -streaks of something old and dried, something left behind by the more unfortunate souls who had passed through here. The sound of clanging metal grew louder with each step, echoing off the walls like the chimes of some infernal clock.

The growling sounds reverberated through the corridor, blending with the eerie cries of what seemed like injured, angry beasts. Yet, neither Kyle nor Julie appeared bothered by the noise. In fact, Kyle seemed almost pleased, slowing his pace to glance at the walls with an even wider grin. "Soon enough," he mused, his voice low with twisted anticipation, "I'll join them as a believer... just like the others. I can't wait to be one with our Lord."

His gaze drifted toward the walls, which, upon closer inspection, weren't walls at all but transparent glass that served as confinement cells. Inside these cells, human-shaped figures were strapped to large metal beds, their bodies twisted and warped. Tubes pierced through their blackened, decaying flesh, pumping a thick, dark substance into them. These weren't just beasts—these were once humans, now transformed into something far more grotesque. Some of the figures, only partially consumed by the darkening substance, retained patches of pale, human skin—a haunting reminder of what they used to be. Those parts of them still retained some semblance of humanity, though they were fast fading. The creatures let out sounds that were neither entirely human nor beastly, a mixture of guttural growls and cries of agony. Their voices echoed in the chamber like the tormented wails of the damned.

Among them, one figure stood out-its body almost entirely engulfed by the black substance, save for a few small patches of normal skin. Its arms, elongated and twisted, had morphed into whip-like appendages. The creature's eyes burned with a hatred that seemed to pierce through the glass, its mouth contorted into a grimace of pain and rage.

If Kevin had been there, he would've been horrified-shocked beyond belief. The creature bore a striking resemblance to the monstrosity they had encountered at Nimbus Desir, a nightmare brought to life. And now, it was clear where that nightmare had originated.

"Look at this one..." Julie's voice quivered with excitement, her eyes gleaming as she stared at the creature strapped to the metal bed. "How beautiful he has become, connected to our Lord..."

Kyle's eyes mirrored her enthusiasm, his gaze fixed on the lanky, twisted figure before them. "I wish all the non-believers could see how happy he is in our Lord's presence," he mused, a smile creeping onto his face.

But then, his expression darkened, and his voice took on a bitter edge. "If it weren't for that damn bitch's zealots... our Lord would already be here," he spat, his eyes narrowing with anger. "He would have shown every non-believer His power and kindness by now."

As Kyle and Julie continued down the narrow corridor, the low growling from the walls faded into the background, replaced by the unmistakable sound of metal clanging against stone. With every step, the noise grew louder, reverberating through the dimly lit passage until it opened into a massive underground chamber.

The space was enormous, a cavern carved out of the earth. The air smelled damp and heavy with the scent of rock and dust. Dozens of people were scattered around the area, working tirelessly, their faces smeared with dirt and sweat. Some swung heavy hammers infused with qi, chipping away at what appeared to be nearly impenetrable stone, while others struggled with crude machines that seemed ill-suited for the task. The ground beneath them was littered with fragments of broken rock, and the sharp clanging of tools striking stone echoed throughout the cavern.

At the center of it all stood a colossal door, at least 12 feet high, embedded in the ancient rock. Strange, intricate carvings, ancient and indecipherable, adorned its grey metalic surface. The door seemed to shimmer faintly under the dim light, as if some forgotten power was locked behind it. Half of the massive door had already been cleared, revealing the worn symbols, while the other half remained stubbornly encased in the metal-like rock.

Julie's eyes gleamed with fervor as she took in the sight. "Almost there," she whispered, her voice full of reverence. "Just a little more, and we'll finally reveal it get to our lord's palace and free him from the shekels that fake goddess bitch put him by seducing our lords aids."