Unholy Player Chapter 551: Revealing the Secrets (Part 2)

One more researcher creased his brow and interjected. "Nephilim, as far as we know, is a race born from God and humans. That means our lineage shouldn’t connect directly. This Arbiter race might be a God race. Maybe they met humans long ago and, through mating, created the Nephilim race."

That lone adjustment ignited the chamber.

Additional voices chimed in. Folks began hurling speculations atop each other, striving to weave a history that survived only in disjointed shards. All craved a rationale to clarify their sense of self, their background, and the label now etched on their Players’ panels.

Adyr observed the debate whirl out of control.

Witnessing their wild speculations spiral too far, he chose at last to offer further clues, unveiling his own hidden truths too.

"Allow me to bridge some holes in your knowledge."

He kicked off with his former existence. He revealed that he hailed from a different Earth. Then, prior to any chance for response, he plunged right into all that came next, the Primora Path, the latest happenings, and the eerie vision where he encountered the Creator.

He disclosed every bit he could summon, from what lingered sharp in his mind to what remained patchy and unresolved.

It marked an uncommon change even for Adyr himself. The enigma had already exhausted him, yet permitting the group to flounder in aimless theories would merely squander precious moments. To unravel any of it, they required a firm foundation upfront.

Silence gripped the room while Adyr recounted his tale.

Not a soul cut in. Nobody even attempted to. As the reality began to emerge, they merely absorbed it all.

Even once he wrapped up, quiet lingered in the space for long minutes. No noise broke through. They digested the revelations gradually, balancing every word against what they once believed true.

Selina and Victor absorbed the shock most deeply.

For them, discovering Adyr was enduring his second existence struck not as a mere fact. It hit like a profound, intimate blow, reshaping every recollection they held of him.

Adyr had always stood apart, even in childhood. Yet that peculiarity never veered so far as to suggest rebirth or anything akin.

But now, with the reality laid bare, they embraced it more readily than anticipated. Perhaps because it illuminated far too many enigmas to dismiss.

Victor gulped and fixed his gaze on Adyr as past scenes raced through his thoughts, particularly the occasion of his abduction.

The moment Adyr arrived to rescue him and preserve his life.

"What were you in your previous life?" Victor whispered.

That extraction had marked the initial instant Victor grasped Adyr's abnormality. Only now did the fragments align into a coherent picture.

Perhaps Adyr had served as a seasoned warrior on battlefields. Or something graver. A figure bearing the expertise to yank a kid from the clutches of weapon-wielding extremists.

As for Selina, she simply gazed at Adyr’s features without a blink.

The experiences she shared with him diverged from others'; their bond resembled more that of mentor and disciple, one she had forever admired.

Adyr had guided her in enduring a realm steeped in chaos. He had instructed her too on dispatching foes undetected, erasing all signs or hints.

She had entered the world in a mighty, affluent household on Earth. That very kin had unveiled to her the world's true shadows.

Her sire wielded great sway, the sort of tycoon whom the press endlessly lauded. Outwardly, he projected endless warmth.

Beyond prying eyes, a shadow dwelled in him unknown even to his spouse. Solely Selina and her departed elder sibling had glimpsed it.

Selina had borne that concealed horror her whole days. She had dwelled in terror of the beast donning her father’s guise.

In those agonizing stretches, Adyr alone had located her amid the gloom and drawn her forth, granting fresh existence and a renewed persona.

Even then, he had viewed reality unclouded. He rejected stark divisions of light and dark. He grasped that each thrived only due to the other's presence.

While Selina and Victor bottled their feelings, the central exchange in the room resumed its flow.

One researcher at last collected his wits and bent ahead. "By another Earth, do you mean a parallel world, a completely different Earth, or did you come from the past?"

"It could be the future as well," another chimed in swiftly, sensing the vastness of temporal inquiry. She met Adyr’s eyes directly. "Can you provide more details about the Earth you came from?"

That unleashed the torrent.

Ever more experts piled on, their queries mounting as they sought to grasp chronology and dimensions via sheer reason and insistence.

Adyr absorbed the barrage of inquiries, arriving rapid as a blur. At length, one landed that he could address straightforwardly.

"So you perished in another realm and revived as an infant?" one City Manager probed. "Isn’t the day you were discovered the same as when the Mad Scientist surfaced and unveiled Beyond to us?"

Per the archives, the date infant Adyr was unearthed amid the wreckage beyond Shelter City 9 coincided precisely with the Mad Scientist's debut and the proclamation of Beyond's revelation.

"That seems far beyond mere chance," Adyr agreed, pondering deeply.

Their line of reasoning rang true.

It proved hard to overlook the chance that some force had drawn Adyr’s essence to this Earth, or this era. The Mad Scientist appeared less a fluke and more a spark, or initiator, for motives yet veiled.

"And consider Primora’s statements too, the architect of Beyond," another City Manager shared his insight. "If we take your vision as genuine, it points toward you originating from a wholly separate realm."

Adyr inclined his head, indicating its plausibility, despite the outlandish ring.

He had already conveyed the full dialogue with that entity. He recounted the interaction completely, every vital phrase, up to the segment that reshaped the vision's core.

Primora had named him an Arbiter. Not merely a role, but his very essence.

Then Primora disclosed the reason for Adyr's summoning there. One sole aim: to slay Primora.

Yet that disclosure sparked a fresh dilemma.

If Primora truly spanned such antiquity, a presence capable of forging Beyond, then why did Adyr bind so intimately to him? What did that suggest of Adyr’s true span or his fundamental nature?

A City Manager’s tone sliced through, laced with doubt amid the hush. "You truly lack any recollections from prior to that, beyond your memories from your former Earth?"

Adyr denied it with a shake, then paused before appending, "I’ve experienced other visions apart from encountering him. Most came across as pointless. Everyday reveries."

The bulk evoked snippets of routine existences, isolated vignettes lacking any evident link.

Even so, that snagged one listener's focus.

Rhys pressed ahead, tension etching his features. "What sort of visions? Share everything you can recall."

Beside his typical demeanor, Rhys appeared oddly strained.

Adyr caught the fervor and started outlining several visions that stuck with him.

By the conclusion of the sixth description, Rhys’s look had grown stormy. "They mirror mine closely. The final one matches mine precisely."

Since his rousing, Rhys had witnessed visions nightly upon slumber. They transcended ordinary sleep. They resembled observing another's existence from afar.

Now, hearing Adyr, he at last pieced together their potential significance.

"This existence might not mark your initial rebirth," Rhys stated.

In his visions, countless spans had unfolded. Several unfolded not even on Earth. Others occurred in realms harboring alien kin and strange notions.

Rhys breathed out and eyed Adyr with an odd, partial grin that failed to light his gaze.

"So what exactly are you?" he queried, blending jest with gravity. "Some sort of world walker?"

Still, not all present dismissed it lightly.

"A technique, a power, perhaps even tech enabling free passage across dimensions and eras," a researcher muttered, captivated by the notion. "It rings true enough."

After all, Adyr had already confessed to being an intruder from another Earth. The prospect that he might have traversed this cycle repeatedly, memory erased, no longer struck as inconceivable.

"So compiling all the details, Mr. Adyr stands as an Arbiter in truth. Arbiters form a race gifted with multiverse traversal. Primora called him forth, drawing him to this plane. Then, amid complications, the Nephilim arose from Arbiters coupling with humans. Does that capture the reality?"

One researcher summarized the saga in a single rush, as though it were everyday logic, only grasping its wildness upon finishing.