From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals
Chapter 52: A Key to a Lock is a Lock to a Key

Adjusting her glasses, Kirana wore a mix of excitement and seriousness on her face as she responded to Ty, "Precisely, Ty. It seems like a part of your soul carries the legacy of some ancient divine practices, it might possibly be from the Sumerian era.

These seals within you are not just any random occurrences; they seem to be acting like some protective barriers, ensuring that the divine fragments within your soul are accessed only by the rightful heir."

After a pause to let the information sink in, she continued, "Think of these seals as a kind of ancient security system, safeguarding the immense powers from falling into the wrong hands."

"Only those with a rightful claim, a direct lineage to those ancient souls imbued with divine fragments, can unlock and wield this power."

After he said that, the room was filled with a heavy silence as Ty absorbed the information, feeling the weight of the history of the powers that lay within him.

The Demon King listened intently, his mind weaving through the threads of ancient legends and divine powers, trying to fathom what might be the significance of this revelation in their ongoing journey.

Offering a respectful nod, Kirana's eyes were sharp and determined. "Of course, Demon King. I'll delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding these seals. Given the Sumerian origin of the locks placed on your soul and the possible connection with the Angelic race, there's still a lot to uncover and learn."

"It's fascinating to think that the Sumerians might have collaborated with the Angelic race at some point of time, absorbing knowledge and skills from them. But just like most powerful entities, it's not surprising that the Angelic race later decided to restrict the mortal realm from accessing Reiesencia and harnessing its magic."

After a brief pause to gather her thoughts, she continued, "The 12 realms and their interconnections are complex, with each realm having its distinct properties and histories, other than that the Angelic race's ability to influence multiple realms and their decision to meddle in them is a subject of much debate and speculation.

But I'll make sure that we gather all necessary information to aid you in your journey."

The Demon King nodded in appreciation. "Very well. Time is of the essence. Erebos won't wait, and neither will the Angelic race. We need to be prepared for whatever is to come."

He then turned to Ty and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder before saying, "Young one, there's a lot that you need to learn and understand. But for now, you must focus on the task at hand. We'll tackle all the challenges as they come."

With a final nod to Kirana, the two left the room, leaving her to her research and the weight of the ancient mysteries that she was about to unravel.

Once they were out of the lab, the Demon King turned to Ty and said thoughtfully,

"I'm still trying to figure that out right now as well, however, I believe if you force your soul to rest, we will be able to minimize that. However, the pain from the flames still continues to slowly build up, even after I'm taking away half of the pain from you." ϺѴᒪƎϺƤႸƦ.ϲՕƜ

Moving closer to Ty, the Demon King placed his tanned right hand on Ty's shoulder before he etched a white "13" mark on it.

Ty gazed at the mark for a moment before turning to look at the Demon King with a look of confusion filled in his skull eyes as he asked, "What is this for?"

Fixing his gaze on Ty, the Demon King's eyes conveyed a mysterious blend of sternness and care. "I hold high hopes for you," he stated solemnly before continuing, "To assist you in the future, I am imparting you a portion of my powers, and by doing so, you are now a part of my royal 12th division. Consequently, I'll make a rare exception and have a 13th role.

Although the power won't manifest until you're on the brink of death, considering what lies ahead, I'm sure we will reach such a point in the near future."

Ty nodded, absorbing the weight of the Demon King's words and the enigmatic new power that had been bestowed upon him. "Yeah, I can understand that there is a lot of fighting left until I can reclaim my life, even if you think I'm crazy for wanting it. I will get my life back with Jade," Ty declared resolutely.

A rare, subtle smile graced Demon King's lips. "I have no doubt in it," he affirmed, "You will possess the power to make that a reality, I feel. However, remember that you will need to grow stronger to achieve that goal. But for now, head off to rest, and we will discuss further about this in the morning."

Ty, still staring at the mark on his shoulder, felt a mixture of honor and bewilderment. "Thank you," he said, still trying to process everything that he had come across so far.

The Demon King's faith in him was apparent, and that gave Ty a sense of determination. He recognized that the path ahead was tumultuous, marked with uncertainty and pain. Yet, the bestowed power, even as cryptic as it seemed, offered a shimmer of hope.

"The 13th role," Ty mused, "Sounds ominous, but if it proves to be helpful in times of desperate need, then I'm grateful for it." He then turned at the Demon King, his skull eyes reflecting a newfound resolve. "I will do whatever it takes to get stronger, face any battle, endure any hardship. If that's what it takes to reclaim my life with Jade, then so be it."

The Demon King nodded, his expression softening, "That's the spirit, Ty. Remember, you're not alone; we will pick up from here tomorrow. The road ahead is long and filled with uncertainty, but with perseverance and the right allies on your side, it's not impassable."

"You're not simply fighting for your life, Ty, but also for love and the chance to be with Jade again," the Demon King added, his voice imbued with a subtle understanding.

Ty felt a surge of gratitude within him and nodded. "I'll rest up and be ready to continue tomorrow. Thank you for your guidance and support," he replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie that somewhat alleviated the weight of his troubles.

As Ty left to replace solace in rest, the room seemed to linger with a sense of hope and determination and was filled with the silent vows of battles that had to be won and a life to be reclaimed.

Exhausted from the day's events, Ty made his way to his sleeping quarters, the green flames on him disappearing into nothingness as he embraced the oblivion of sleep.