MMORPG: Descendant of Sin Chapter 13: Guardian of the West

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After some discussion, we decided I would hold my next consultations in one of the makeshift tents. I believe they were created by Gabrielle. She made them from fabric they had brought from the city and iron poles made by the blacksmith. It was decently sized and could comfortably fit two people, but it was still quite far from the comfort modern tents offered. Still, it was impressive work worthy of respect. The next person to come for consultation was, surprisingly, the white-haired young man wielding the greatsword. His size and appearance alone made him look intimidating, but from my experience so far, he was very polite. Although he looked like a man of few words, I smiled and offered him the seat opposite me. "I don't think we properly introduced ourselves. My name is Mir." "Please call me Hyan. It is my pleasure as well. I do not often meet people in my country who can rival me in size," Hyan said as he gently bowed his head. His voice was calm and unhurried. Rival him in size? Even as flattery, that is not funny. I decided to ignore this awkward attempt at flattery. "Can you tell me a bit about your ancestor, then? I won't force you to reveal your abilities like Alexios did, but I will do my utmost to help you deduce any historical connections I can." "The title of my ancestor is [Guardian of the Western Gate]. I am not sure why, but my Synchronization rate has already reached 9.42%." That itself was surprising. From what I had learned from Alexios, even his own Synchronization rate had not surpassed 5%. Wu Zetian had explained that discovering the name of one's ancestor would instantly let someone reach the 10% Synchronization point. But it was impossible to surpass 10% before figuring out the name of your ancestor. "If this is correct, it means your personality is well aligned with that of your ancestor. This can help us greatly." Hyan, stoic man that he was, simply nodded. Sigh. "Please continue with the information you have. Just from the title itself, it will be hard to specify who your ancestor is." Hyan awkwardly nodded. "In my memory, I was sleeping in a forest when suddenly, I smelled an incredibly disgusting stench. It was so foul that it made me dizzy. "I woke up and, with a single leap, left the forest. "With a second leap, I appeared before a castle. "With a third leap, I jumped over the wall and appeared inside the throne room. "There stood a man wearing a crown. His hand held a sword stained with blood. "I felt rage. "This was the source of the stench. "I roared. The man became covered in fear. "I roared again. The man fainted. "I roared a third time. The man turned into dust. "There were other people present, but I ignored them. "As I was about to leave, I smelled something pleasant. The scent of flowers. "It came from a boy holding the body of a beheaded man. "I gave him a lick. "Then I left the castle. "That was the memory I saw during my inheritance ceremony." Both of us stayed silent, staring at each other. Hyan had the same expression as before, but in his black eyes, I could feel a slight tinge of guilt. And maybe expectation. After all, what he had just told me went against all logic. It was quite clear to both of us that Hyan had experienced the memory of a beast. Not a human. A mythical beast, on top of that. "Hyan… you know beasts cannot give birth to humans, right? Much less a beast from myth like the one you described." "I do." Sigh. I would appreciate a few more comments from your side on this issue! "Is it possible the AI made up an ancestor for you because it could not find anyone else?" "I don't know." Hyan, I understand you are not the talkative type, but is this really all you have to say about this? I give up. "I am pretty sure I know who the beast is… or rather, who the ancestor from your dream is. But to be sure, are you willing to share your inherited ability?" Hyan nodded, but instead of speaking, he picked up a wooden spoon lying on the table next to us. The spoon looked ordinary