Early the next morning, Vilan was jolted awake by the mental shockwave he’d set up in advance.
For a moment, he thought it was an enemy and instantly became alert.
But then he saw Rosasys tiptoeing, trying to sneak outside.
“Eh, Onii-chan, why are you awake? I was trying not to disturb you.”
Rosasys smiled awkwardly.
Vilan let out a light laugh.
He hadn’t expected this little one to wake up so early.
He glanced at the sky, which wasn’t fully bright yet.
“What are you getting up for this early?”
“To practice swordsmanship.”
Rosasys answered innocently.
Vilan was speechless.
Given Rosasys’s track record, this was exactly what she would do—get up early every morning to practice swordsmanship.
“Fine.”
He stopped caring and prepared to close his eyes for some more rest.
This wasn’t his usual waking time.
“If there’s danger, call me. Let me sleep for another hour.”
“Okay, Onii-chan.”
He closed his eyes again.
But just as he drifted back to sleep, a startled scream jolted him awake once more.
“Enemy attack!?”
Vilan shot up, afraid Rosasys had been hurt.
“N-no, it’s not that… Onii-chan, look at the sky!”
This time, even without Rosasys’s warning, Vilan could see it clearly.
A pillar of light stretched straight up to the heavens, shimmering with prismatic colors.
Clouds in the sky swirled madly toward the center, but none could penetrate the beam.
The subtle tremors in the ground hinted at the immense force.
“Damn, the Remnants activated already?!”
He was shocked, but thinking of Seleste possibly being reborn, he felt a bit less surprised.
“Remnants activation? Onii-chan, what’s that?”
Rosasys asked in confusion.
“It’s the Ancient Divine Ruins hidden within this space. Inside is an ancient seal that can be reactivated using the blood of the Blood God Kin.”
Vilan said, breaking into a run and calling Rosasys to follow.
“Come on! We can’t miss out on the Remnants!”
Within the story, the Remnants held countless Treasures and Chance Encounters.
These Treasures were essentially the collection left behind by that Primordial God.
Although the best items had been snatched by the Blood God who slew Him, what remained was still top-tier to them.
Of course, Vilan had no desire to fight Seleste over that Primordial God’s Authority.
He wasn’t crazy enough to compete with the main heroine for Chance Encounters—he’d be asking for death.
Even if he didn’t grab much, in the original story he was still affected somehow and had an Explosion.
Maybe now he could figure out what that Explosion was all about.
“Oh, oh…”
Rosasys followed Vilan in a daze.
If it were just her, she’d never dare enter such a dangerous place, but with Vilan leading, she felt confident.
Fortunately, after rushing all day yesterday, the Remnants weren’t far away.
Seleste probably still needed time to find and absorb the Authority.
Other people would likely get into conflicts over Treasures, so it was a good opportunity to get there.
Absolutely must not let that annoying main heroine Seleste finish absorbing the Authority—otherwise, she’d sweep the place and harvest everyone.
***
Meanwhile, Seleste…
“There really are Remnants.”
Gloria stared at Seleste in shock.
She hadn’t expected that a Primordial God had truly left behind Remnants as this woman claimed.
This was information even she couldn’t buy with money.
So many had come before, yet no one knew—why did Seleste?
“Do you think I’d lie to you?”
Seleste’s face remained calm as she walked step by step toward the towering Divine Temple.
Seeing Seleste’s serene expression, Gloria couldn’t help but feel a spark of interest.
“Hold on. I think it’d be better to eliminate you and enjoy the Remnants alone.”
“I don’t think you’ll do that.”
“Why?”
Gloria raised an eyebrow.
To be honest, she hated Seleste’s composed demeanor.
It was as if everything was under her control, making Gloria’s carefully cultivated elegance and manners seem half as effortless.
“The situation inside the Remnants is known only to me.
And you don’t really think a god’s Remnants would lack defensive measures, do you?
Plus, if we fight, it’ll only slow down exploration, giving others time to swarm in.”
“You’re not wrong, but…”
Gloria sneered.
She expected Seleste to show a surprised reaction.
After all, Gloria was never quite normal—while she acted properly on the outside, inside she always craved twisted thoughts.
She especially despised Seleste’s calm aura, wanting to crush her confidence underfoot.
“I just want to kill you!”
The Blood Scythe swung out with terrifying force, aiming for Seleste’s neck.
In the next moment, it looked as though it would sever her throat.
However, at the instant of contact, Gloria stopped.
“Boring…”
She withdrew the Blood Scythe.
Seleste’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.
“If you’re done fooling around, hurry up and move.
We’ve wasted enough time.”
“You!”
No matter how furious Gloria became, all she could see was Seleste’s back moving toward the Remnants.
Enraged yet amused, she suddenly found Seleste intriguing.
Just wait—someday, she’d ruin her completely.
Seleste walked into the Divine Temple without hesitation, moving in a particular direction.
“Step exactly where I step.
Take a wrong step and don’t blame me.”
They crossed the stone tiles of the Divine Temple.
The texture was unusual—each step caused the stone to sink, but it would bounce back up once the foot was lifted.
“If I don’t follow your path, so what?”
Gloria said, but matched Seleste’s steps perfectly.
She wasn’t stupid; there was no need to get stubborn in a place that screamed Trap.
As soon as they crossed the stone floor, they heard a scream behind them and saw what happened to those who misstepped.
A fireball of tens of thousands of degrees ignited on the unfortunate victim, and when they struggled and stepped on another wrong tile, a Wind Blade sliced them in half instantly.
“Interesting.”
Gloria licked her lips and turned to follow Seleste’s footsteps once more.
***
Not long after, Vilan finally reached the front of the Remnants, panting and supporting Rosasys.
Rosasys couldn’t help laughing.
“Didn’t expect Onii-chan to be in such bad shape.
Want to train with your little sister from now on?”
“Go away…”
To say his body was weak—wasn’t that just calling him useless?
How could a man be called useless!
Countless people had gathered ahead, but, surprisingly, no one was attacking each other.
Maybe because of the large numbers, or maybe the sudden appearance of the Remnants made everyone wary.
They sensed there must be some secret Treasure.
But seeing everyone stop at the temple’s entrance, Vilan quickly understood.
He’d nearly forgotten—there was a major Trap blocking the way here.
It was a stone path—one wrong step would trigger a Mage-level Attack.
You either braved it with your body or solved the puzzle on the wall to find the correct path.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we all see the danger of this Trap. The correct route can be found by solving this problem.”
A clear female voice rang out, silencing the crowd.
Vilan looked up.
It was the Saintess Eniya.
“This is a mathematical problem. Anyone versed in mathematics, please help solve it.”
Vilan stared for several seconds before Rosasys nudged him out of his trance.
“Onii-chan, your eyes are glued.”
“Ahem, what are you talking about?”
Vilan averted his gaze.
Though Eniya had finished speaking, almost no one stepped forward.
Everyone was either a prince or princess or a battle-obsessed maniac—who had time to study this stuff?
Unfortunately, this was a puzzle Vilan himself had solved while playing the game.
He led Rosasys forward step by step.
The closer he got, the more he felt a pull from within the Remnants, as if something was eagerly calling for him.
Vilan hesitated but then quickly ascended the steps.
“I’ll solve this problem.”
“Welcome, welcome!”
Eniya breathed a sigh of relief when someone finally volunteered.
But seeing how young Vilan was, she wondered if he could really do it.
She’d read the question herself and couldn’t make any sense of it.
Vilan ignored her look and approached the wall to examine the problem.
“Prime Number Road. Only true Prime Numbers can be trusted. If a number is greater than 1 and cannot be divided by any number other than 1 and itself, then it is a safe choice.”
Rosasys craned her neck to look.
She glanced at the stone path in the temple—what’s this, numbers and the correct path are connected?
But how could they determine the correct numerical sequence?
Vilan thought for a moment and then spoke slowly.
“First, read the riddle—it says only prime-numbered stones are safe. Based on the number of stones, consider the corresponding primes: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23…”
“So from this, (1,1) = 2, (1,2) = 3, (2,2) = 5…”
A string of solutions flowed smoothly from Vilan.
In an instant, many people clutched their heads.
“Stop! Stop! Why are you chanting spells now?!”
“……”
Who said that?
Vilan was speechless.
He glanced at Eniya and Rosasys—they were both black-faced.
“Alright, little sister, follow me.”
“Okay, Onii-chan.”
Rosasys had absolute faith in Vilan.
Eniya watched their chosen path with interest, hoping they’d make it through—otherwise, she’d have to risk it herself.
Vilan walked steadily, no accidents occurring, until he reached the other side safely.
“Goodbye, everyone!”
Vilan chuckled, grabbed Rosasys’s hand, and ran.
Now it was all about grabbing as many Treasures as possible—he had to seize the opportunity.
“Damn, that kid’s fast! After him! Don’t let him take everything!”
“Right, Saintess, which path did he take?”
“……”
“Everyone, don’t panic—just follow my steps.
I remember the route that gentleman took.”
Eniya could only offer helpless comfort.
***
Going deeper, Vilan felt an increasing pull from within, as if something was beckoning him.
He saw that some people had entered before him.
They exchanged glances and then looked away.
Clearly, anyone who could muscle through these Traps was no pushover.
There was no need to provoke each other here.
Compared to these people, who kept running into new Traps, Vilan’s goal was clearer—he remembered exactly where certain Treasures were located in the original story.
“Wow, Onii-chan, you’re running so fast.
Aren’t you going to check those rooms?”
“Ah, are those actually Traps?”
“Why does Onii-chan seem so familiar with this place?”
“……”
Vilan unleashed Arcana and blasted open an iron door.
The two entered.
Inside was a Long Silver Sword glowing with resplendent blue light—just a glance told you it wasn’t ordinary.
Vilan picked it up without hesitation and tossed it to Rosasys.
She almost fumbled it, then hugged it tightly, feeling a rush of gratitude—she never imagined Onii-chan would always think of her first when good things appeared.
“Onii-chan, you’re the best!”
Rosasys tried to hug Vilan, but there was no time.
Vilan grabbed her and dragged her into another room.
They darted about, but of the five rooms, Vilan found only two items.
The rest had clearly been taken in advance by Seleste.
“Sigh…”
Vilan sighed, glanced at the long box in his hand, hesitated, then stored it away.
All that was left was to head toward the source of that strange attraction.
On the way, Vilan focused on moving forward, not answering Rosasys’s questions.
Gradually, she understood how important this was and stopped asking.
They reached the end of the Divine Temple.
There stood three massive doors—the middle one was largest, seemingly made for giants, with two smaller doors on either side.
In the plot, Seleste chose the middle door to awaken the Authority.
The other two doors hadn’t been explored, but the pull he felt was coming from the rightmost door?
Vilan placed his hand on the handle, feeling every cell in his body tremble.
Even the Ring on his finger seemed to quiver, and his Succubus Horn was on the verge of bursting forth.
“Let’s go together, little sister.”
Vilan pushed the door.
Rosasys instantly understood and pushed with him.