“Oh, so you're from Netherworld?” The other party was curious.

Warren nodded. “That's right. However, I'm just a nobody in Netherworld.”

The shadow nodded satisfactorily. “What a pleasant surprise! I didn't expect there to be a second person from Netherworld to have found this scary place filled with strong negative energy. I'm from Netherworld too, but I can't remember my name. It's been long forgotten. The people from Netherworld used to call me Erebus.”

Erebus?

Warren furrowed his brows and muttered, “The name sounds so familiar. I might have heard it somewhere.”

Erebus declared, “Of course! I was one of the Eight Great Protectors of Netherworld in the past generation. I'm sure you've heard my name before.”

Warren quickly kowtowed to him in deference. “It's my utmost honor to meet you, Great Protector.”

“You may drop the formalities. I have a question for you. Do you know Daemonium from Netherworld?” asked Erebus.

Warren nodded vigorously. “Yes! Actually, Daemonium is my godfather.”


Erebus got all worked up as he gazed at Warren emotionally. “What? You're the godson of Daemonium? Tell me, how many godsons does he have?”

“I'm the only one,” replied Warren.

“What's your name?” Erebus pursued further.

“Warren Williams,” he answered.

Warren Williams... Warren Williams... Haha!

What followed after was a loud guffaw from Erebus. “You're the one, Warren! It's you! Indeed, when there's a will, there's a way.”

Warren had no idea what Erebus was talking about, let alone the reason behind his ecstatic expression.

He asked softly, “Erebus, may I know what you're laughing at?”

“Warren Williams and Zeke Williams. If I guessed it right, you must be the shadow that your godfather, Daemonium, stripped off Zeke,” stated Erebus.

Warren did not deny it. He nodded and admitted, “Yes.”

It was not a secret in Netherworld that Warren was a reflection carved out of Zeke's body.

Subsequently, Erebus posed him a question. “Then, do you know who I am?”

Warren was baffled. “Aren't you one of the Eight Great Protectors of Netherworld, Erebus?”

Erebus explained calmly, “I do wear multiple hats. My other identity is Daemonium's master.”

Huh? He's the master of my master? That means he's my elder! There's no wonder why his name sounded so familiar to me. Godfather has mentioned him numerous times! Oh, this is splendid news! I must hang on to him, no matter what happens.
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