Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

72  Chapter 72 - Getting the 'Purity' Certificate

Inside the sanctum, the walls gleamed with an ethereal white, each surface bathed in an otherworldly glow.

Thousands of artifacts adorned the walls, meticulously arranged at specific intervals, casting an enchanting aura that filled the space.

Zeph, unfazed by the breathtaking surroundings, focused his attention in a specific direction. He stood at the entrance of a long hallway that led to a room of great importance.

'Zendal, channel all mana into my ability,' Zeph commanded his bracelet.

As the mana coursed through him, he activated his unique ability, «Mana Transmutation» creating a radiant aura that enveloped his body.

Over time, while studying at the academy and delving into the intricacies of abilities, Zeph had come to a realization.

He noticed a common thread in the novel – characters often merged their abilities or found clever applications for them.

For example, Alisia had used her transformation ability to call upon Alexios.

Yet, there was a puzzling aspect of the story – the second smartest character, Alexios himself, hadn't recognized his own sister's mana signature, how?!.

Enter Jenny, a key piece of the puzzle.

Alisia had kept Jenny with her not out of mere companionship but due to Jenny's extraordinary ability, «Mana Morph.» Jenny could alter the very signature of mana, a profoundly powerful skill.

Imagine the possibilities of committing a mana-based crime and then changing the mana's signature, rendering investigations fruitless.

Zeph's plan was to acquire Jenny's ability for himself. He saw it as a waste not to possess such an incredibly overpowered skill, even if it meant make kael cuckold.

Zeph had cleverly bypassed the limitation of the Zendal bracelet. While it could only control the flow of mana within his body, he harnessed the full potential of his ability by transferring all of his mana into his ability that was linked to his body, maximizing its capabilities.

The artifacts within the Sanctum's second floor seemed to possess an unusual sense of pride, unwilling to grant access to a human like Zeph.

He had the power to disperse them with his overwhelming mana, but he refrained from doing so, wary of potential intervention by the SANCTUM'S GUARDIAN. [Did you see that? A human, of all things.]

[Indeed, and not just any human, a remarkably potent one.]

[What's the world coming to when humans can infiltrate our sanctum?]

[Don't be too hasty in your judgment. He may have a purpose here.]

[I don't like it. Humans have always been trouble.]

[I'm more intrigued by the potential he carries. A century since our last visitor.]

[Hmm, true, his mana is truly something to behold.]

[I hope he won't disturb my sleep.]

As Zeph moved toward the central area, hushed conversations filled the air. The presence of a human, a remarkably strong one, was a rare occurrence.

Zeph brushed aside the murmurs and approached the center of the Sanctum.

There on a single Rock slab at the centre of room an entirely white sword exuded a remarkable aura. The air grew denser as he neared the sword, and he sensed the overwhelming presence of pure mana.

While his mana capacity was vast, its practical utility was limited. Professor Adriannel utilized a similar type of mana to convert his immense mana reserves into pure mana.

That's what Zeph aimed to achieve – an understanding of the process that converted all his mana into pure mana to achieve that he lied about learning mana control proving his learning from Adriannel about mana control was a bluff and his real aim was to learn about this conversion.

As if it was only about controlling mana flow he could have easily acquired a special artifact for mana control from the fourth floor of the Sanctum, but what he needed now was something far more advanced – Archmage Mana.

Zeph continued moving forward until he encountered a massive wall made of divine energy dense like mercury, blocking his path. He had been prepared for this, 'Finally'.

He gazed at the reason he had maintained his purity: The Wall of Ethereal. This mystical barrier judged a person based on various criteria.

Each floor in the sanctum had one of these barriers, with distinct criteria tied to the passive abilities held by the artifacts on that floor, excluding the first floor.

[Stop there, Human. If you want to claim me, then answer my three Questions.]

Zeph was abruptly drawn from his thoughts by the enchanting and calm voice of a woman. He smiled, hearing her voice, and simply sat there before eventually lying down.

[.....]

[What are you doing, Human?]

"I am hurt," Zeph replied.

He averted his body and laid on the ground, showing his back to the sword, which seemed to be confused by his actions. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

[....Why]

"I am alone in this world, no one talks to me," Zeph explained.

He swiftly stood and sat on the floor, looking downward as he continued.

" Y-you Tell me, does seeking justice is bad! "

" I am born that way, is it my fault, tell me! "

Zeph cried with his eyes intensely looking at the sword, shivering as if a volcano were about to erupt.

[ No!, Your seeking justice is not bad. ]

[ No!, Telling the truth is not a crime. ]

[ It's ok to be born that way. ]

As Zeph heard these words filled with genuine camaraderie, he felt like laughing die hardly and felt satisfied to gain control over the sword, thinking, 'Got you'.

"But no one wants to accompany me on this journey," Zeph lamented as he sat on the floor, his disappointment evident. Just then, a loud noise echoed through the room.

BANG!

The sword broke free from the table it had been placed on, flying towards Zeph.

It cut through the floor and stood before him, its aura emanating an overwhelming wave of mana. However, Zeph remained unfazed, thanks to his strength.

[I, Seraphina, accept you as my contractor. Do you accept me as your partner, human?] The voice of the sword resounded, offering Zeph a contract.

"B-but, do I really deserve you?"

Zeph questioned, still unsure of his worthiness as he gazed at the dominating presence of the sword.

[Yes, you do. You deserve me more than anyone.]

Zeph couldn't help but be moved by her words. He decided to drop the act and focus on what lay ahead.

"Thank you, Seraphina. I accept you as my partner."

As Zeph spoke those words, the sword buried in the ground levitated into the air and flew towards him.

 Just before reaching him, it disintegrated into small dust particles that then transformed into a tattoo on his wrist, bearing the mark of a sword.

With a smile adorning his face, Zeph could feel Seraphina's presence within him, their contract now sealed.

It reminded him of a line from the novel: A divine, pure yet lonely sword laid inside the center of the second floor alone.

He won her heart by mirroring her own colors, revealing his divine nature as a genuine and pure individual.

His chastity and solitude were a testament to his character, weaving a simple yet enchanting web that captured the affection of the not-so-smart sword lady.

....

In a bustling town, two figures navigated the market streets.

They were a young man and a woman, with the man struggling under the weight of the many items they'd purchased.

"Hey, Kael, look at that skewered meat. I want some,"

Jenny's enthusiasm was infectious as she pointed to a food stall and moved towards it, her eyes gleaming with delight.

Kael, barely audible from behind the items he was carrying, mustered a faint reply, "Umm, Jenny, I'm hungry too, you know."

They'd been in the market since morning, and his rumbling stomach begged for sustenance.

It was supposed to be a fun day out during their vacation, but Jenny seemed intent on buying everything in sight.

"Oh, sorry, my bad. Here,"

Jenny smacked her forehead lightly, sticking out her tongue in a playful manner before offering Kael a skewer of meat.

He gratefully accepted it, though not without a little incident.

"Aah... it's hot," Kael exclaimed, fanning his mouth to cool down the unexpectedly piping hot meat.

"That's why I didn't give you the first one,"

 Jenny responded with a blank look before sighing, realizing her oversight.

She took Kael's hand and said, "Come on, let's find you something to drink."

Guiding him to a stall selling cold beverages, they witnessed an old woman using her Awakened ability to make ice for drinks.

"Aunty, I'll have a mango-flavored one," Jenny ordered.

The old woman handed her a refreshing juice and accepted payment, to which Jenny briefly forgot about Kael's presence.

She raised the drink to her lips, ready to take a sip, but then remembered and quickly handed it to Kael, who was visibly relieved and grateful for the relief it provided from the spicy skewer.

"Jenny, you know, I don't know what I'd do without you," Kael said, his eyes reflecting gratitude.

Jenny, who had been distracted by other items in the stall, turned her attention back to her dear friend, a warm smile on her face.

 "Of course, you could always just marry me,"

she teased, making Kael blush slightly as she chuckled at his adorable reaction, ' How cute'. Comment to let me know, if you liked it