NOVEL WEB Chapter 162: Horror of Divine!
The air tingled with static as the screen expanded, every message flickering past like fireflies in a storm.
Tiny, sharp pops crackled in the air each time a new message arrived, layering over the gentle whirr of cosmic energy pulsing from the screen.
All this figment of his imagination is something he can only feel.
[COSMIC CHAT – THREAD #145]
Topic: Elira's New Concert
Mode: Public
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This was the chat he had just joined, the same one he had previously joined.
The screen in front of him expanded as the exchange between the different members of the chat was now in front of him.
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WingedBroker:
Why is every seat gone? The concert hall's built on clouds—shouldn't there be infinite space?
LimbDealer:
It's Elira. She flicks her wrist, the lights flare, she hums a single note, and half the city floats over.
BoneCollector69:
My ribs vibrated out of my body during the opening act. I applaud her craftsmanship.
MirrorJunkie:
The third song made my reflection wink at me.
Now we're both her fans. (•̀ᴗ•́)و
MoonWhoEatsHerself:
Why do the backup dancers always look terrified? Is it the wings, or the voice?
CausalityTaxDept:
Somehow, she aged the mayor backwards.
He's five now and wants to join the fan club.
VortexGuy:
Was that really live singing?
Or is Elira just channeling cosmic frequencies again?
LimbDealer:
Stop. Her acolytes will teleport your bones to another plane. (ง •̀_•́)ง
WingedBroker:
I forgot she's technically a junior seraph.
She gets treated like a goddess everywhere she goes.
MirrorJunkie:
It's the lighting and the feathers.
That's her entire brand.
BoneCollector69:
Some guy burst into song so hard he evaporated.
Excellent showmanship, honestly. ☆
MoonWhoEatsHerself:
Does she even need to perform?
Or could she stand there glowing while we scream? (⊙﹏⊙)
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He read the chat, which made him think for a moment that the private chat topics might not just be upfront but actually what they were discussing inside the group.
Once again, they were glazing Elira, the woman who seemed to be some idol from what he remembered.
He ignored the messages and focused on deciding what to ask first.
About holy energy or forming the mana heart
The mana heart.
He had decided to go with mana heart; holy energy seemed a much more sensitive topic to touch, so he would if he wanted to ask about mana heart first and see how their responses were.
But there was no floating, shimmering keyboard like he had imagined; instead, the continuous chat was going down and down, the glaze of Elira going hard without stopping.
Yet he had no idea how to even send a message.
But he remembered that for everything he had done with the cosmic system, such as buying items from the shop and even spending causalities, everything was done by thought and thoughts alone.
So he believed it might be the same.
He thought of his very first message in the chat.
As a small message at the bottom, where the chat was going nonstop, it was sent, and a cosmic pop-up question appeared, like he had experienced before.
[Do you want to send this message?]
[Yes]
[No]
His heart skipped a beat, and his fingers tensed in anticipation of the outcome. Even then, with hardened resolve, a single thought sent his message.
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Elemental Paragon:
How do you form your mana heart
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But his message was ignored by the others, and the chat still went on and on.
His fingers flexed unconsciously as the endless scroll of text hissed softly, a bead of sweat prickling at his temple, and his tongue dry against the roof of his mouth.
Just when he had thought he was ignored and was about to send another message, a reply to his message came.
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LimbDealer:
@Elemental Paragon, do you believe just because you're in CC, others are fools? If you had asked me that question in person, I would have sold your limbs in the Cosmic Shop.
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Not the type of response he had expected, but nonetheless someone was talking to him—not just past 30 seconds where he was ignored—and he kind of understood why as he read the LimbDealer guy's response.
Asking others about how they formed their mana core can be perceived as offensive.
However, suppose he were ignored repeatedly, which would have indicated they didn't want to discuss it. In that case, it seems they can now talk about it.
After hundreds of new messages, another message came tagging him, but this time it was from a different person.
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MoonWhoEatsHerself:
@Elemental Paragon, are you a retard? Why are you offending others, especially over a question about mana heart? You are in this Cosmic Chat; you can message here. You have clearly reached Lesser Divinity.
Every day, we encounter new idiots.
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Leon found her answer logical, unlike the previous threat, yet both responses had left him dissatisfied. He would have shown them his modern Earth trash-talking skills, but he didn't want to pull everyone's aggro when he needed information.
Especially when this chat group had hundreds of times more members than any other public chat group.
He can't afford to mess with anyone right now.
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Somewhere inside the Divine Realm.
Inside a dimly lit, decorated room, the space was expansive, but the decoration was relatively minimal. The most striking feature inside the room was an emblem of a white moon on the wall.
Other than the distracting emblem, there was nothing particularly noteworthy to look at.
She sprawled on her stomach, the mattress beneath her luxuriously soft, cool against her bare arms. The faint aroma of sandalwood incense lingered, while the muffled swish of fabric followed every shift.
Her training was too harsh today; she had just joined the White Moon Guild—one of the guilds in the Heavenly Realm, in the middle ranking—not the top and not the bottom.
She was thrilled to get past that trial among hundreds of thousands of others.
But on her very first day, the training by the instructor made her realize her life was going to become a hellish torture now.
The days of leisurely enjoying her time as an Immortal, watching Elira concerts in person whenever she wanted—all in all, her freedom was gone.
Muscles still ached with each breath, her skin damp with the faint sheen of exertion that even the cool room couldn't erase.
She was in a very bad mood today, and she knew the perfect way to let out her anger without offending another person:
The Cosmic Chat.
She hadn't even noticed that idiotic message before. Still, LimbDealer's message made her aware of a newbie who seemed the perfect target for her.
I have never ever even seen him in chat. What a perfect fool.
All the others were mostly ones she had talked to before. How can it not be? It's been a hundred years since she was an active member of this public chat group for her idol, Elira.
She would rather bash an unknown idiotic fool who asked such a stupid question.
With her thought, she sent the message, a bit of satisfaction on her face.
"Who is this Elemental Paragon—"
Her words perished on her lips, frozen by a force far greater than embarrassment. In that instant, the very fabric of the void shuddered—not with violence, but with a cosmic resonance, deep and thunderous, as if the heavens themselves had sounded celestial drums in exultation.
Her body jerked up in surprise, sitting up with a horror-struck look on her face, the feeling of dread filled every inch of her immortal existence, her hands clenched in the bedsheets, breath stopped in silence of fear.