Multiversal Ascension-Chapter 59: Back in the Akashic Records

This was one of the reasons why she felt conflicted about her feelings for Mikael. She had a much higher status than him, but knowing him she knew he wouldn't let go of Kiara for her. That left her torn.

Mikael, sensing her tone, smiled wryly. "I am going to see her, but that's not the main reason I'm leaving."

"Okay," she said reluctantly, accepting it. 'We're not in a relationship. Who am I to hold him back?' she thought, giving herself a self-deprecating smile.

Hearing her reluctance, Mikael had an idea to cheer her up. In a playful tone, he said, "Thanks for understanding, my lovely Amelia. Love you! Bye." And with those words, he abruptly ended the call.

Amelia, on the other side, was stunned by the abrupt end to the call, but she didn't dwell on it. 'Love you' echoed in her mind as she turned beet red, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a flush that made her even more captivating—though, sadly, or maybe happily, no one was there to see it.

She felt butterflies in her stomach as she repeated his words in her head, then returned to her training, but her steps had an extra bounce.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mikael ended the call with a small smile on his face. He then asked the Records to ensure that while he was outside the Dirarnia world, no one would be able to track his bracelet or use anything similar to locate him when he wasn't in this world anymore. The request cost him 100 LP, but it was worth it. Refocusing himself, he stepped out of the dormitory and was greeted by the twilight—the sun had begun to set, casting warm hues across the sky, though it wasn't completely dark yet.

He began a tranquil walk toward the outskirts of the Academy. Around him, occasional students were scattered here and there. Contrary to what one might expect, the Academy grounds even at 8 PM were crowded. Groups of students loitered or moved about, but Mikael ignored them, continuing his solitary path without interruption.

He soon passed under the majestic marble gateway, marking the Academy's exit, and continued walking until he arrived in a dark alley.

"Records, begin extraction from this world," he commanded in his mind.

A few moments passed, and five minutes later, he disappeared in a sudden flash of light.

When he reappeared, Mikael found himself in the bustling hub, which remained lively even at this late hour. For once, he took a moment to take in his surroundings.

He glanced around at the vast expanse of the 'cosmic library' encircling him. Though its grandeur never failed to impress, he had seen it enough times to move past it quickly. What caught his attention was the sheer number of people. Despite the large crowd, the space somehow didn't feel cramped or chaotic.

Most of the activity came from the steady flow of people materializing all around him. These individuals quickly made their way toward the stairs, where they climbed and were subsequently teleported. While this group was the most prominent, it wasn't the only one. Smaller clusters of people were scattered throughout, engaged in lively conversations.

"I just reached Tier 1, level 38!"

"No way! Weren't you Tier 1, level 27 just yesterday?"

A proud smirk spread across one man's face. "I found a world where it's possible to kill monsters easily, so leveling up is incredibly fast."

"You're lucky! What's the name of the world?"

"It's..."

Similar conversations filled the air, creating a vibrant hum of chatter. While interesting, Mikael's attention was drawn elsewhere— to the variety of clothes people wore. Some were dressed in modern sportswear or business suits, while others wore more exotic outfits. He spotted medieval tunics, mage robes, and even futuristic attire.

What puzzled him, however, was the number of people wearing medieval armor, often carrying weapons openly. 'Wouldn't it be more practical to just use the inventory system?' he wondered, though he quickly dismissed the thought.

What intrigued him even more were the people holding signs. The messages on the signs varied, but most of them followed a similar pattern:

Blue Water Guild Recruiting!

Minimum Requirement: Tier 1, Level 20.

Mikael whistled inwardly. 'Damn, in just two short months since the Records appeared on Earth, things have changed enough for guilds to emerge!' The thought lingered briefly before he shrugged it off. 'I wonder how much Earth has changed in these two months? ...Eh, not my problem!'

Satisfied with his reasoning, he paid no further attention to his surroundings. With a single-minded focus, he climbed the stairs. Moments later, he was teleported to the training room where he knew Kiara would be.

There she was, throwing precise punches at the punching bag with practiced ease. When she noticed Mikael entering, her face lit up with happiness. The two of them started conversing, and after a long conversation, the atmosphere between them grew heated. They eventually retreated to her room, where her soft moans and his low grunts filled the air.

Some time later, Mikael woke up, though he kept his eyes closed, savoring the moment. The bed was soft and warm, and Kiara's body, curled up beside him, radiated a comforting heat. Feeling her presence so close, his thoughts began to wander, reflecting on just how much his life had changed since the arrival of the Records.

He lingered in these thoughts for a while before carefully sitting up, making sure not to disturb her. To his left, Kiara lay sleeping peacefully, her flawless back exposed while the rest of her form remained hidden under the blanket, leaving the details to his imagination.

For a moment, he simply stared at her, appreciating the serenity of the scene. Then, with a gentle hand, he began to caress her back— not with lust, but with tenderness. As he did, his thoughts drifted. 'I spent more time with Kiara than I originally planned. We talked for hours, and it felt so easy, so natural. Time flew by before I even realized it. And then... we ended up sleeping together. So, yeah, I guess I got sidetracked and kinda wasted time.'

He frowned slightly, shaking his head. 'No, saying I "wasted" time is wrong. I didn't waste anything. I spent it with someone I truly care about.' His hand moved to his chest, resting over his heart. 'It's love... isn't it? Or at least, I think it is. It has to be. This is the closest I've ever felt to anyone.'

He hesitated, the uncertainty gnawing at him. 'I've never felt this way before, so I'm not even sure if this is what love is supposed to feel like. But I know one thing for sure: I enjoy being with her. I care about her deeply, so... does that mean I love her?'

His thoughts circled endlessly, and for the first time in his life, Mikael found himself lost, unable to define or categorize what he was feeling. Realizing he was getting nowhere, he decided to let the matter rest. 'It doesn't matter what I call it. What's important is what I feel. And right now, I feel like she's someone I don't want to lose.'

Clearing his mind, he refocused on the reason he had left Dirarnia in the first place. Whatever awaited him next, Mikael knew he had to be ready and not unfocused like now.

Mikael continued to tenderly caress Kiara's soft, bare back as he thought to himself, "Records, can you explain in detail what the military missions are? I remember you mentioning them before, but not in detail."

[Military missions are assignments issued directly by the Records. By undertaking these missions, you essentially work for the Records. Here is a typical process: you choose to participate in a military mission, and the Records provide you with the mission details. At this point, you can either accept or decline. If you accept, you will be transported to the mission world, where you must complete the task before leaving. If you decline, you will need to wait 24 hours before being eligible to select another mission.]

[Once you accept, you are transported to the mission world. The mission details, including its difficulty and length, will vary. However, the difficulty will always align with the strength of the individual taking the mission. You will typically be accompanied by others from the same origin world, although this is not always the case.]

[During these missions, there are no restrictions. All actions are permitted, including the elimination of other participants from the Records. The only rule is the rule of the strongest. Upon completion, whether you worked solo or with a team, your performance will be evaluated, and you will receive a completion grade based on your results.]

[Depending on the mission's difficulty and your completion grade, you will earn military points. These points serve various purposes but are primarily used to advance your military rank. Higher ranks grant several benefits, starting with LP reductions on all purchases through the Records and followed by increasingly significant advantages as your rank rises. Additionally, military points can be exchanged for LP at a ratio of 100:1; however, this is generally not recommended, as military points hold greater value.]

[Would you like to undertake a military mission? Yes/No?]

As Mikael read the final prompt, he smirked inwardly. 'Nice sales pitch! But I'm not doing one just yet,' he thought, glancing at Kiara's peaceful, sleeping form beside him. Deciding to savor the moment, he shifted his focus back to her and pulled her close for a little more time together before worrying about missions.

He lay back and gently wrapped his arms around her. Kiara instinctively snuggled closer, her head resting on his bare chest while her soft, medium-sized breasts pressed lazily against him. The warmth of her body and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing had a calming effect on him.

Still sound asleep, Kiara moved slightly, wrapping her arms around him and intertwining her legs with his. Her soft, delicate movements caused her body to brush against his in ways that tested his resolve, but Mikael controlled himself, choosing instead to simply hold her and enjoy the comfort of her embrace.

Minutes passed in this tranquil state before Kiara began to stir. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a drowsy but content smile. She shifted slightly and leaned closer, prompting Mikael to meet her halfway as their lips gently touched in a tender, chaste kiss—a quiet, wordless good morning.

"Good morning," Mikael said softly.

"G-good morning," she replied, her voice still tinged with sleepiness. She let out a cute yawn, rubbing her eyes before settling back into his arms, savoring the warmth of the moment.

He wanted to relish the moment, but knowing he needed to leave, he lightly tapped her back before saying, "You know I need to go, right?"

"Hmm," she responded, still resting her head on his chest. Seeing that she had no intention of moving, he was caught between irritation and laughter. He moved his hand toward her plump butt and gave it a gentle pinch.

"Yelp!" She jumped slightly, surprised, then glanced at him with a playful, wronged expression.

He chuckled at her look, and after a moment, Kiara, having understood his message, slowly got up—without forgetting to give him a view of her naked body.

As she stood up from the bed, she bent down to pick up her underwear, with her juicy ass facing him. She slowly dressed, savoring every moment of her display.

'This minx is trying to seduce me to keep me from leaving, but my mind isn't weak enough to fall for it!' Mikael thought, though he couldn't deny that he was still captivated by her naked form, slowly being covered by her clothes. But he resisted.

Soon, she was fully clothed and turned toward him with a disappointed look, inwardly hoping that while she dressed, he would grab her and pull her back into bed.

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He ignored her and got up from the bed, changing into modern sports clothes. Meanwhile, Kiara couldn't help but admire his athletic body—muscular yet lean, with visible abs. His physique was toned but not overly bulky, resembling that of a swimmer rather than a bodybuilder.

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