Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

Chapter 67: A Journey To The West (2)

"Should we just initiate our... Plan B?" One of the Elders asked hesitantly.

The words hung heavy in the air.

Everyone in the room knew what Plan B truly meant — it would effectively lower their status, forcing them to rely solely on their Ancestors.

Like all long-standing factions and academies, they had powerful beings from eras past, but the situation with these entities was never simple.

The last time any of them had truly been seen was fifty thousand years ago, during the war that exiled the Von’El Titans from Kalpa.

The Dean closed his eyes for a long moment, the lines on his face deepening with exhaustion. When he opened them again, he waved his hand over the center of the table.

A soft, mystical light appeared, and from it materialized a small, ancient-looking frog.

Its skin shimmered with faint golden runes, and its eyes held a wise, almost weary intelligence. The Frog of Revelations — the origin ranked artifact that had guided the Academy’s major decisions for centuries.

It croaked once, its voice surprisingly deep and resonant.

"I have been waiting for you to come seeking another revelation."

The Dean rolled his eyes slightly, though there was no real irritation in the gesture — only fatigue.

"Is there any hope left in our original plan?"

The frog tilted its head, its golden eyes gleaming. "Dean, you know the protocol... Five hundred Divinity."

One of the Elders quickly offered the required amount.

The frog absorbed the energy with a contented croak before speaking again.

"I’ll be honest with you... there’s no hope left. Too many unpredictable factors have emerged. The Southern Continent can no longer serve as your tool to achieve your goals."

The Academy of Revelations, like the other four, had one ultimate aim—to be the last one standing and secure its place in the Pantheon before the deadline.

But everything depended on the weakest continent and its academy: the Academy of Veils.

The invasion a year ago had merely been the spark, a catalyst for sowing chaos across the world that would slowly weaken the other contenders.

For a while, everything had gone according to plan, right up until the Summit.

But now, the possibility of using the Academy of Veils to their advantage—and eliminating them first—had slipped away entirely.

"The Academy of Veils is no longer as weak as you believed. They are being protected by the mysterious Lord Dream."

With that revelation... confirming some of their speculations, the room fell into tense silence.

The Elders and the Dean exchanged sharp glances.

The Dean leaned forward, his expression tight.

"Who is Lord Dream? Is he a disciple of the Academy of Veils?"

In that moment, the artifact wore an expression of deep conflict, as if it had suddenly encountered a problem unlike any it had faced before.

The frog gave a slow shake of its head.

"Hm... I can’t find any detailed information on him, so consider this answer free. I’m not sure why... but he’s definitely not a Disciple of the Academy of Veils however, it’s almost as if he was not even born before eleven years ago."

In that moment, the Dean’s composure slightly shattered.

His chair scraped violently against the floor as he lurched forward, eyes wide — not with anger, but with something far rarer for a man of his stature:

Fear.

"You... the Frog of Revelations... cannot see him?" he whispered, voice cracking.

"That should be impossible, right? You have guided us for more than fifty thousand years. You saw the plot of the Titans. You saw every threat before it was born."

His hands trembled.

"And now you tell me... you cannot see him?"

The Elders stiffened, their divine auras flickering with raw disbelief.

The Dean’s jaw clenched as he demanded, "Then what exactly is his connection to them?"

The frog hesitated, its silence stretching in the tense air, before finally requesting 1,000 Divinity.

Without a moment’s delay, another Elder produced the sum.

The frog’s face shifted, its expression twisting into something layered and unreadable.

"The Academy of Veils... are subordinates to Lord Dream. That is all."

BANG!!!

"Subordinates?!" an Elder barked, slamming his palm on the table hard enough to crack the wood.

"That’s backwards!" another shot back. "An academy being subordinate to a mere... what, a single man?"

"This breaks every rule we’ve established on Kalpa!" a third Elder hissed. "Every hierarchy! Every structure! Every—"

But none of them dared to lash out at the frog. They simply caught up in their emotions and couldn’t understand these oddities.

After all, if the frog had said it, then it had to be the truth. And that truth was enough to send a chill down their spines.

The Dean’s face turned pale, the color slipping away as the weight of those words hung heavy in the air.

’If the Academy of Veils serves him... what does that mean for the rest of us?’ he wondered, ready to ask another question — but before he could, the frog’s throat pulsed with a sudden, sharp croak, nothing like its usual calm voice.

"Oh... no."

Every Elder went still, and the Dean’s heart skipped a beat.

"What did you just sense?" he asked sharply.

The frog’s golden eyes widened, pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

"A shift," it murmured. "A violent one. Something in the fate of this Academy just changed."

"That wasn’t there a moment ago."

The hall fell into heavy silence, the air thick with unease.

After a long, heavy silence, the frog spoke again, its tone low and grim.

The once enigmatic voice lost all trace of mystique, composure, and ancient calm.

"Dean... Elders... listen carefully." The glow of its runes faded.

"My fate is bound to yours. If the Academy falls, I fall with it. And right now—" It paused to swallow. "—the Academy of Revelations will crumble within the hour."

A collective breath caught in the hall.

"Something is already inside our walls. Something that was not here before. Something that is erasing the future faster than I can read it."

The frog’s voice trembled as it spoke.

"I didn’t notice it until this moment. And... the timeline... it’s speeding up."

It lifted its gaze toward them, eyes wide with a raw, unmistakable fear.

"If you do not initiate Plan B immediately... the Academy of Revelations will be remembered only as a footnote in Kalpa’s history."

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Meanwhile, within the Academy of Revelations...

Akasha moved through the halls like a ghost, his scythe resting casually on his shoulder.

He was not physically present in the waking world — he walked within the realm of dreams. Everything around him had a faint purple tint, the world slightly hazy and surreal, as if viewed through a thin veil of mist.

Behind him trailed a long path of blood and broken bodies.

In his hand, he casually munched on a still-warm human heart, the taste nowhere near as satisfying as dragon blood.

"Hmm... these are not quite like the Dragons," he muttered to himself. "But that reminds me I need to set up that pool I have."

He had already killed hundreds of disciples in the last ten minutes, leaving the unmistakable message "Lord Dream did it" written in blood on the walls and floors.

"Alright... now time for the---" He began to speak but, in this moment, right in his line of sight appeared the Dean and the five elders of the Academy of Revelations and in their hands was the same frog of revelations.

"How ironic... I was just coming after you lot," Akasha muttered to himself, a faint, cold smile tugging at his lips.

[Space Affinity]

With a single thought, he activated his Space Affinity.

The world around him blurred for a brief moment as he vanished, reappearing instantly beside Melvin.

The boy looked startled, and since both of them were technically within the Dream Land, Melvin could actually see him unlike anyone else when he held his scythe.

Without much of a word, Akasha grabbed Melvin by the shoulder and brought him back to the chaotic scene at the Academy of Revelations.

The moment they reappeared; Melvin’s face drained of color.

His white eyes widened in horror as he took in the full gruesomeness of the scene.

From a distance, he had seen glimpses of the destruction, but up close it was infinitely worse.

Blood painted the walls and floors in dark, sticky streaks.

Broken bodies and severed limbs littered the once-grand halls.

The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, mixed with the faint, acrid smell of burned flesh and destruction.

The silence was broken only by the occasional groan of a dying disciple or the distant rumble of collapsing structures.

Melvin’s hands shook as he stared, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He looked like he might be sick again.

’Isn’t... this supposed to be an Academy?’ he thought, recalling the stories of the continent’s rulers and their immense power.

’But... Lord Dream, he...’

He struggled to wrap his head around the fact that Akasha had wiped out an entire Academy in just minutes.

Akasha ignored his reaction entirely; his focus locked on the Dean and the remaining Elders.

His gaze was fixed on the Dean and Elders, who had already opened a circular seal in the floor — a spiraling glyph that peeled apart like a mechanical iris, revealing a tunnel descending into a void of shifting black.

The Frog of Revelations croaked nervously in the Dean’s hands.

"We must hurry," one Elder whispered. "The Ancestors are already preparing the ritual."

Akasha arched a brow.

"A ritual, hm?"

He turned slightly, finally acknowledging Melvin with a glance.

"Lesson two," he said, voice calm. "Whenever you set your eyes on something... you finish it thoroughly."

Melvin swallowed hard, still trembling.

Akasha continued, tone flat and absolute.

"And you make sure you leave nothing behind that can bite you later."

The Dean and Elders jumped into the tunnel one after another, the frog clutched tightly in their grasp.

With that, Akasha turned and followed the Dean, both of them jumping into the dark hole without hesitation.

The darkness swallowed them instantly as they descended into the unknown.