7.
7 weeks. That's how old I am. At that age I shouldn't even be able to crawl, let alone participate in a criminal organization's bloody trials in order to be accepted as a promising youth in their ranks.
"Strange. It had never done something like this before… We've been using this exact type of artifact for hundreds of years without issues." Wrinkle mused out loud. "You four try it." He said after taking it back from my palm and giving it to his guards.
One after the other we came face to face with insane numbers.
13009
10435
18023
21900
Once again I'm reinforced in my belief that these guys are the drug head's elite army, as they are old as hell.
"Is there an issue?" I asked.
"Is there an issue? Is there an issue he asks?! Hahaha! Young man- no, should I call you a newborn baby instead? Wish I had your genes, I'm over sixty years and and have to crane my neck to look at a 50-day-old baby! Hahaha!
Anyways, there's some fuckery going on here, and I'm going to find out what." Wrinkle wasn't overly acmodating.
I cut him off before he could begin with a firm, accusatory tone. "I passed the examination. I'm under 30 years of age. You have no right to investigate a Phenom candidate, even as a high-ranked member. Or was everything about the Vesper Consortium and its respect for its own rules a lie?" There's no other way for me than to rely on their own chains they placed around their necks.
After all, the syndicate might be a criminal organization, but they have been going strong for many centuries. Such a thing doesn't happen unless they are strict with their rules and regulations.
As for how am I 7 weeks old? 7 weeks ago should be the time when I transmigrated to this world. My body was reconstructed from that of a human to a primordial. I wasn't aware of it, but it seems that I was technically killed as a 25-year-old human, and reborn as a baby primordial, but for some reason I kept my human appearance.
Some weird fuckery happened when I came to this world, which caused this logical fallacy to take place.
How damned unlucky.
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"Hehehe! I thought Aurelion was overreacting, but I suppose not. He found the most interesting candidate we've had in maybe forever. You're right. The purpose of the Phenom Trials is to find promising fresh blood, and what's fresher than yours? Ahaha!" Wrinkle seemed to turn from shocked to amused.
That should be a good sign, I suppose.
He then continued; "We don't ask questions that are not absolutely necessary, and you in exchange support the Consortium's dominance for centuries to e. That's the deal between the Phenoms and the Obsidian Circle. After all, they are also private people who didn't reveal their identity even to those of my rank. Good. Apologies for my hasty antics. You pass the examination.
Tomorrow someone will e and guide you to where the Trials will begin. Best of luck to you all."
He threw six objects into my hand. "Those are simple identification products. They are non-magical, so no spying is going on. All they do is let us know that you are Devil and his Heralds. If you lose the identification products before the Trial is over we can't know for certain if it's really you or someone else, so protect them."
With that, he and his four guards left the house.
"Well, that was strange." Jasmine mented. "You are being more interesting each time we meet it seems, Devil."
"Yeah. At this rate, I'll never get your father off my cock. Pause." My vocab needs a serious update.
Ayame was the first to voice her distaste.
Seraphiel mused while I could vividly feel her gaze on me.
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