The Enchanted Throne of Lost Gods

As the swift and murderous consciousness hurtled towards him, Noah's thoughts turned defiant. "When will you show yourself?" he mentally whispered. "When I'm nothing more than a meat paste?"

"I'm talking to you! Don't pretend you're not listening, you blockhead! Can't you see I'm on the brink of disaster? Don't you grasp the gravity of my situation?"

Noah's eyes glazed over, and his senses were severed from the world around him.

The connection to his surroundings was abruptly cut off, plunging him into an desolate void.

In this endless expanse, the only visible presence was the distant twinkle of stars, their faint light barely perceptible to the naked eye.

The emptiness was so profound that even the stars' gentle glow seemed elusive, a whispered promise of a reality beyond the void.

It was only when Noah drew upon the nascent power of his Level 1 Apprentice Sorcerer, shattering the first seal that bound his abilities, that he could finally sense the stars' presence. Their light danced across his consciousness, a celestial whisper that echoed through the void.

Noah's thoughts were consumed by the events of the past three days, forcing him to reveal his hidden strengths in order to survive.

As he reflected on his situation, his gaze fell upon a boy around his age, standing before him with eyes blazing with anger. The air was thick with tension as the boy's glare seemed to pierce through Noah, his face twisted in a scowl.

The boy's presence was ethereal, like an angel descended from the heavens.

His otherworldly aura rendered him immune to human desires and emotions, as if he existed beyond the realm of mortal concerns.

His piercing blue eyes shone like celestial portals, holding the vast expanse of the cosmos within their depths. It was as if he possessed omniscient awareness, untouched by the ignorance of the world.

His white robes seemed woven from the very fabric of the clouds, radiating an aura of divine purity. His skin was a marvel of perfection, its flawless complexion a testament to his transcendent nature. Were the most skilled artisans of the world to behold him, they would feel humbled by the sheer magnificence of his beauty.

"Gaze upon your current predicament and ponder the cruel twist of fate. The man once deemed invincible, whose prowess left even the emperor's guards in awe, now found himself at the mercy of another."

Noah's words tumbled out in a rush, frustration and urgency etched on his face. "You...you know who I am," he exclaimed, the question that had haunted him since his awakening finally voiced.

Noah's eyes blazed with determination as he continued, "I know heaven hasn't abandoned me. I've been given a chance to reclaim my strength, and I'll use it to destroy that red-haired bastard."

His voice took on a solemn tone, his expression grave. "As a warrior, it's my duty to vanquish evil, no matter the cost. I, Noah, am prepared to take on this responsibility. That monster will not leave this battlefield alive; this will be his tomb, where he'll atone for his sins."

The words spilled from Noah's lips with conviction, his tone nonchalant yet laced with an undercurrent of unyielding resolve.

The weight of his determination was palpable, as if the fate of the world rested on his shoulders.

It was astonishing to think that this was the same person who, mere moments ago, had been eerily silent, his lips sealed as if welded shut. Even as the red-haired man's ominous presence had enveloped him, Noah had remained stoic, his face a mask of calm. Yet, now, his words flowed like a torrent.

The angel-like boy's expression remained impassive, his voice laced with indifference. "Spare me the theatrics, young one,"

He said, his tone dripping with disdain. "Your honeyed words are wasted on me. I've witnessed countless performances like yours, and I'm not so easily swayed."

Noah's eyes flickered with surprise, his gaze narrowing as he struggled to comprehend the boy's words. For the second time, he felt like he'd been stripped bare, his secrets and intentions laid open to scrutiny.

"I fear you're underestimating the gravity of our situation," Noah warned, his voice laced with urgency. "That lunatic takes pleasure in manipulating human lives, and he won't hesitate to crush us both. If I'm in danger, you're equally at risk. We're bound together by circumstance, whether you like it or not."

"I think you're overestimating the complexity of the situation," the angel boy said, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "Only a select few possess the capability to threaten me, and killing me is virtually imposs... Ah, but you've cleverly tricked me into revealing our dual identities. Even with your memories erased, your innate wisdom remains unchanged - a testament to your remarkable mind. I'm delighted to see that spark still burning within you. As for our origins, First I was considering to give you some hint, Now I'll say no more. With your exceptional intellect, I'm confident you'll uncover the truth eventually."

Noah's face fell as he realized the tables had been turned, and his clever trick had ultimately backfired. Yet, amidst the unexpected twist, his conversation with the angel boy had illuminated one crucial fact: his origins were far from ordinary.

A spark of curiosity ignited within him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his past held secrets waiting to be unearthed.

"Don't worry about Anderson for now," the angel boy reassured him. "I've transported you outside the battlefield."

Noah's mind had wandered into deep contemplation, but the angel boy's words jolted him back to reality. A triumphant smile spread across his face, thrilled that his objectives had been achieved without exerting himself.

As the danger subsided, Noah's curiosity surged. "Now that we're safe, I have questions"

He said, his eyes locked intently on the angel boy. "Tell me about this martial world, and the previous Noah who shares my name. What was he doing here? And what about that red-haired beast on the battlefield? What's the story behind him, and that enigmatic weapon in his hand, which seemed to recognize me?"

The angel boy's expression turned stern, his voice taking on a cautionary tone. "Firstly, refrain from referring to him with such flippant names. He is Anderson, a supreme sorcerer who operates on a plane far beyond your comprehension. Show some respect, or at the very least, some wariness."

"Let's set aside the matter of the weapon in Anderson's hand for now. Your paths will cross again, and when that time comes, you'll understand its significance. For now, know that the treasure he wields is merely a replica, a shadow of the true original."

Noah's mind reeled in stunned silence, his heart shaken to its very core. The revelation hit him like a thunderbolt: the weapon that had captivated his attention, ravaged the country, and left countless lives in ruin was merely a replica, a pale imitation of the true original.

"Anderson is a supreme sorcerer from one of the nine esteemed sorcerer organizations in the Magus world - the Beast and Creature Handlers," the angel boy revealed. "Consider yourself fortunate that he's not an Emperor or Sovereign. If either of those powerful entities were to become your enemy, there would be no sanctuary for you within the nine regions. Your only refuge would be the Spirit World."

"Anderson's dominion over the natural world is unparalleled among his peers. With a mere thought, he could command every beast, animal, and insect which are visible to naked eye within a country's borders. They served as his all-seeing eyes, his keen-nosed scouts, and his razor-sharp martial arsenal, awaiting his every command."

The angel boy's words were a chilling deluge, carefully crafted to douse Noah's flickering flame of hope and shatter his illusions of revenge.

The harsh reality check was designed to awaken Noah from his dreams of avenging the previous Noah's death, as well as the countless lives lost on the battlefield, leaving millions of innocent souls slaughtered without even knowing the face of their killer.

"I understand what you're implying," Noah said, his voice measured. "I won't act on impulse and emotion. But what could they possibly gain from unleashing such catastrophic devastation?"

The angel boy regarded Noah's question for a moment before responding, "We'll uncover the truth in due time. For now, set aside previous Noah matters tell me: what are your plans? Where do you intend to go?"

Noah's gaze drifted upward, his eyes losing themselves in the starry expanse. After a moment of contemplative silence, he whispered a single, poignant word: "Home"