I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 212
7-32. Side -Ouren- The Angels’ Purpose
Ouren and Houen exchanged glances. When Tekeris pointed it out, it made perfect sense. Considering how long he had been confined in the facility, subjected to countless experiments and research, it was only natural that he would have overheard discussions regarding the angels’ true purpose.
Tekeris, who had been closer to the angels than anyone else, was now standing before them.
“D-do you really know…?” Ouren asked, almost hesitant to believe it.
“I do. Ask me the thing you most want to know.”
“…The true purpose of the angels and the truth about their internal conflicts.”
“Both are difficult pieces of information to obtain,” Tekeris said, raising two fingers. The gesture was unclear, but they waited for his explanation.
“There are two factions among the angels.”
“Two?” Ouren repeated, surprised.
“Yes. One faction seeks to revive the evil god, while the other opposes it.”
Given how long Tekeris had been held captive, it wasn’t surprising that he had heard of such internal divisions. The angels, it seemed, were not mere automatons blindly following orders, they had their own opinions and disagreements.
This division, Tekeris explained, was rooted in their skills. Genuine skill-bearing lifeforms had become scarce over time, and it had been a long era of struggle to secure new samples. The angels had hit a dead end in terms of skill innovation, leading to a shortage of new powers. To compensate, one faction aimed to revive and capture the evil god.
“Basically, they were after you guys,” Tekeris continued.
“A skill shortage… I see. So, the group that approached Houen was probably the one opposing the revival,” Ouren speculated.
“They were likely trying to prevent the resurrection since they came to unseal you,” Tekeris confirmed.
“Every angel that’s confronted us so far has been from the faction opposed to the revival. But…” Tekeris trailed off, rubbing his chin as if remembering something.
“The group that went to the Village of the Oni was from the revival faction.”
“The Village of the Oni? So, the angel Yuuzen saw—the one that looked like a devil—was from that group?” Ouren asked.
“It’s starting to make sense, isn’t it?”
It dawned on Ouren that the angels might have used Yuuzen, who inherited Reizen’s skills, to break the seal that restrained them. Yuuzen was perhaps the only one capable of such a feat. How the angels acquired this information was unclear, but it was evident that things were unfolding according to their plans.
But capture? Ouren couldn’t quite wrap his head around that. The angels hadn’t made any significant moves to capture them. The only real threat they’d faced was Fuuril, whom they had fought before.
Given the angels’ actions and capabilities so far, it didn’t seem like they had the power to capture Ouren and his allies. The split within the angels must have been tied to their original purpose.
“The angels’ true purpose is to resurrect their own god,” Tekeris revealed.
“Their own god?” Houen questioned.
“The god who created the angels,” Tekeris clarified.
Ouren nodded. “That makes sense.”
In essence, the angelic factions were divided between those who wanted to hoard as many skills as possible to gain an advantage and those who wanted to take the safer route by eliminating the threat of the evil god as soon as possible.
Since all of the heroes had been resurrected, the angels would now have to deal with the fallout. A major confrontation between the factions was inevitable.
If that happened, it would be easier for them. The angels would come to them, and all they’d have to do was deal with them as they came. However, to make that happen, they needed to make their presence known.
“…The place the angels are most likely to target…” Ouren mused.
“The Village of the Oni,” Tekeris answered.
With everyone scattered on different missions, the village was vulnerable. Given that they couldn’t predict when the angels might attack, it was risky to stay too far away.
Thanks to Tekeris, they had gathered critical information. Tekeris knew a great deal about the angels. If Uchikage was here, there would be even more questions to ask, and they would likely want Tekeris to join them in preparation for the upcoming battles. With Tekeris on their side, they wouldn’t need any other information.
“What do you think?” Ouren asked Tekeris.
“Fine by me. But I’m not good at aerial combat.”
“That’s not an issue with me around. Abyss can fly too,” Houen reassured him.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay, Onii-chan,” Abyss chimed in.
“You’ve grown into a fine sister. Oh, there’s one thing that’s been on my mind—can I ask?”
“What is it?” Ouren inquired.
Tekeris looked off in a particular direction. There was nothing there but a wall, yet he seemed to be sensing something beyond it.
“I can sense my siblings. Right now, I can feel a faint presence of Iubora heading this way. Do you have any idea what that might be?”
“…I haven’t heard anything about that.”
“I see.”
Tekeris raised his fist toward the direction he had been looking and transformed his arm. It took on the shape of a cannon, and it was immediately clear what he intended to do.
Ouren, Houen, and Abyss instinctively realized the power Tekeris was about to unleash.
“W-wait a minute…!” Houen shouted.
“Nii-chan, stop!”
“Get back!!” Ouren yelled, grabbing Abyss and pulling her away.
Just as the three leaped back, an ear-shattering roar echoed through the facility. Half of the building and its barriers were obliterated in an instant.