Chapter 12
The Four Kings
Einver spoke with an extremely calm tone, his voice soft and steady as he looked at the old man before him.
His eyes were still… serene… carrying neither confusion nor doubt, as if every word he spoke was an absolute truth.
When a person lies, their body tends to reveal it somehow—
some blink rapidly, some scratch their head, others touch their arm unconsciously…
as though the body itself whispers to the listener: "What is being said now is not the truth."
But Einver… was not like that.
He spoke some lies, yet his expression did not change in the slightest.
His gaze was unwavering, his features composed,
and in his voice there was not a single trace of hesitation or deceit.
And not every word was a lie…
Rather, it was a mixture of truth… with some necessary adjustment.
The truth was… he could not reveal his entire past to the people of this world.
He himself did not yet understand the true laws of this place…
What if the people here despised those who came from other worlds?
Or what if they didn't even know other worlds existed?
Perhaps they would think him insane… or something far worse.
There were too many possibilities…
And so, to preserve his life and the rare opportunity he gained thanks to his mother and his younger brother, Einver decided:
he had to lie.
"Before I began traveling, I lived with my father on a small mountain… I knew nothing of the outside world.
And whenever I asked him why we never left, he would answer that the world outside… was far too dangerous.
That we would not survive there… just like that."
He spoke those words quietly, then sighed… as though he truly recalled days long gone.
"My father devoted eighteen years of his life to raising me, training me, teaching me…
And when I turned eighteen… he died… of old age."
There was a large portion of truth within those words—
for Kaizen truly had trained Einver from childhood, teaching him both ancient and modern martial arts until he became like a living library of combat.
"After his death… I decided to leave.
I wanted to see this world with my own eyes… to understand why I was never allowed to leave as a child.
So… I left, and I began walking."
The old man and his son listened in silence and respect, while Einver closed his eyes briefly, as though his mind had drifted back to those peaceful days.
"…It has been fifteen days since then.
And you… are the first humans I have ever met in my life."
He said it with complete steadiness, without stuttering or faltering in tone.
He lied for a clear reason:
because he knew nothing about this world…
and he needed the old man to be the one to start explaining.
And from the look in the old man's eyes… Einver realized he was an honest, kind soul, one who would not hesitate to tell him everything.
The old man gazed at him with deep sympathy…
For in his eyes, he saw a boy who had lost his father only fifteen days ago, and who then stepped alone into the world…
Yet he bore no sign of grief or collapse.
"Could it be that this boy… has gone through something far worse than the death of his father?
That is why he cannot express sorrow?"
The old man wondered silently…
while his son's gaze was entirely different.
His eyes still carried doubt toward Einver's story, though he said nothing and stood calmly in place.
The son knew his father's heart well. He knew he was gentle and kind and would believe almost anything.
But he himself was somewhat different.
Where his father looked at people and saw only the good,
the son looked at people and saw both the good and the evil.
He expected both kindness and malice from others, and for that reason his expression was always firm and serious.
And in his eyes, he could see that Einver had not lied.
No matter how much he tried to observe him, he only saw truth in Einver's words.
And yet… that was exactly what disturbed him.
For in his mind and heart, there could not exist a person this utterly honest.
Einver noticed the son's stare and quietly smiled inwardly:
"This one does not believe me.
Perhaps he thinks there is no such thing as a man completely honest.
For no matter how honest a person may be, when speaking, he will always lie about something, however small—and this reveals itself on his face."
He lowered his gaze and smiled faintly while thinking calmly:
"But I…
I trained myself to maintain a face of calm. Of sincerity. Of fear. I can display any emotion I wish without effort.
And what I showed just now was complete truth—
That is why he doubts me… because I have mastered sincerity itself."
If Einver could, he would have stood and tipped his hat to the son, for the young man truly had sensed the deception—because Einver had perfected truth to an extraordinary degree.
Meanwhile, the old man smiled gently as he looked at Einver.
"What is your name, young man?" he asked kindly.
Einver smiled softly.
"My name… is Einver."
The old man smiled in return, pointing first to himself, then to his son:
"And I… am the chief of this humble village.
My name is Moon Fai…
And this is my son… Moon Fi."
Einver bowed his head slightly in respect.
"It is an honor to meet you."
Moon Fai smiled, noticing the boy's politeness.
"The honor is ours, Einver…
Now… let us speak a little.
Do you know what the ruling power of this world is, young man?"
Einver lifted his gaze, showing no knowledge.
But within… he felt great relief—
for without him asking, Moon Fai had begun to explain exactly what he wished to know.
He knew nothing of the foundation of this world, nor of its powers or laws.
The one who had brought him here gave him no guidance at all…
All he had been told was: "Your strength will be nothing compared to what you will see in this world."
Einver had thought about that many times, and what he understood was this:
His power—once the pinnacle of his previous world—was now nothing here.
The balance of strength was utterly different.
There must be countless training methods, countless paths…
And Einver was nothing if not endlessly hungry to learn.
"I know nothing…" Einver said with honest tone.
"My father taught me some simple sword techniques… and that is all. He never taught me anything else."
The old man smiled with satisfaction, then said:
"Do not worry… I will teach you.
In this world, people are divided into three categories…"
He raised three fingers, then lowered the first.
"The first category: ordinary humans.
They use no form of power.
They live quietly and humbly among themselves."
He lowered the second finger.
"The second category: practitioners of martial arts.
They are the ruling power of this world.
There are many types among them—swords, spears, fists, inner techniques, and so on."
He paused briefly…
Einver looked at him and asked calmly:
"And what about the third category, old man Moon Fai?"
A different look came over the old man's eyes…
Something serious… and perhaps tinged with fear.
"The third category…
They are the kings of the entire world.
They are divided into four kings, each of whom rules over a part of this world.
We are now in the first part—the lower realm… called the Beginning Path, or the Lower Land.
And there are three other realms… in the skies above us, close… yet…
they never intermingle."
The explanation was simple… yet terrifying at the same time.
Einver's eyes widened slightly.
He could not hide his astonishment.
"Do you mean… the earth itself has been literally divided into four pieces…
as though it were a cake… with each king taking a piece for himself?"
He tried with all his strength to comprehend what he was hearing… but he could not.
Even someone who had surpassed human limits…
was shocked at the thought of the earth being split into four complete parts.
In that moment… he even forgot what he had seen within the cosmic path—the destruction of galaxies, and the birth of others.
He forgot everything…
And only one question remained in his mind:
"Who are these four kings… and how great is their power… that they were able to divide the earth… in such a way?"
Einver smiled softly as he looked at the old man—
awaiting him to continue his tale… and reveal more.
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