Chapter 19 – Trapped with Clichés

Silk woke up with energy to spare, he sprung up from where he was lying down and jumped up and down. His body was in the sixteen-year-old form that he remembered. The room he was in had no windows and a plain white decoration with only the necessities to live in a small bit of comfort.

"Looks like we have new blood," a voice called to another person, the voice was load and powerful.

"He smells weak," a second voice answered the first in a feminine but raspy voice.

Silk turned to see the two people talking about him. One was a big man not wearing much who possessed the strong voice and a woman cross legged who was in long robes not revealing much. The man had muscles bulging in places Silk didn't know possible, he also possessed an intimidating aura. The woman had a strange mysterious aura around her which Silk couldn't successfully compute.

The two of them were obviously trying to make Silk uncomfortable with their auras so Silk replied by smiling. "So, what are you two in here for?" He asked.

The big man answered first, "I'm here for leading a group of cultivators to the very top of the universes level." Silk gagged unpleasantly at that moment. "My cultivation technique was unique and while I couldn't pass it on I used my influence to make my group powerful," the big man declared confidently.

"So much cliché," Silk cringed.

The woman started speaking this time, "I killed the churches influence in my world using my power as a magician." Silk almost collapsed.

"Are you okay?" the man asked concerned.

"Yes," Silk answered faintly. "There isn't someone that killed the demon lord of a demon army?" HE asked for his own safety.

The two of them looked at Silk was stupid. "Of course not," the man answered.

The woman continued explaining, "The demon army is unstoppable. How do you think both of us died? Those beasts from hell are unstoppable, they turn corpses into soldiers with unbelievable strength. Their magic is tiers above mine and their abilities may not surpass a cultivator but their magic and numbers can certainly destroy one in second."

It took silk a while for Silk to grasp the truth in this. "So, what are your names?"

"I'm the great mage of elements, Phoenix," the woman answered.

"I'm the crusher of mountains, the killer of worlds, the great natural disaster, the …"

"Hurry it up," Silk cut in.

The man grunted uncomfortably, "I'm mostly known as Crusher." Crusher paused and then asked, "What did you do and who are you?"

Silk looked at them seriously, "before I tell you can I know what do these demons look like?"

"That's easy," Phoenix waved her hand and a video of beings just like the ones on earth appeared but they seemed to be cannon fodder in front of the enemy. The true power was in the mix of crystalline monsters and dark knights added with the cyborgs and robots. The demon army seemed to be a mix of powerful beings from different worlds. Earth must have just been a breeding area for cannon fodder, this didn't make Silk happy.

"Keep in mind that I am a demi human from a demonic world that produced cannon fodder." Silk said. "I used my power to create a paradox which separated my universe from every other so it is unreachable while also making the demons on my world cease to exist. I am called Silk the Spider because of my trap making skills but most call me Silk."

"So, Silk, do you know a way out of this?" Crusher asked.

"No," he replied seriously. "I only had an education of a sixteen-year-old. Why do people ask so much of me? I have literally relied on others and winged everything I've done." Silk was almost sobbing as the reality of the situation was sitting in. He might be trapped with cliché, it was hell.

"Why would people respect you enough to give you a title like the spider if you were worthless," Phoenix scolded. "You must have had some power."

"I had a suit I made, it was my life's work, I could split space with it." Silk snapped back.

"If you could create a relic that powerful then you have skills and knowledge. A friend of mine said that the sharpest blade was knowledge." Crusher reassured.

Silk wiped his eyes, it felt good to release those pent-up emotions. "Thank you," Silk grinned, "but the suit is not a relic, it is just a suit." There was a pause in the conversation so Silk decided to get some information, "So, what do we do in here?"

Phoenix nodded in acknowledgement of the question, "smart question. We fight for the entertainment of the gods and you can never die. Death is impossible in this realm."

"There is only one way out of this realm and there is a whole army of gods in the way." Crusher cut in.

"There is a god that controls the doorways between worlds and that is our only way out of this prison," Phoenix continued.

"Have you thought of bypassing the god altogether and just escaping with some sort of wormhole." Silk contemplated

"What is a wormhole?" Crusher asked. Phoenix looked just as clueless.

Silk absentmindedly answered, "it is a theory on my world which proposes that with enough force, like a blackhole, you could tear through space, however with the prerequisite of some sort of anchor to a certain other large force tearing through space. Two black holes close together could do this however this is only the very basics which I'm not even one hundred percent sure is accurate with my high school knowledge." Silk was starting to get angry.

"Those conditions are to severe, I doubt I could survive through something with such force. I died from a blockhole previously." Crusher said.

"Magical energy can create a force and with control you can tear through space without the consequences of a blackhole." Silk ran about trying to find something to write with until he saw a sharp knife on a table. He frantically dug it into the table and started inscribing, he had years of experience so it was surprisingly accurate.

"What are you doing?" Phoenix asked.

"There is a space I stored some stuff from my world which works on the same principles." Silk answered.

"Like this," Crusher pointed a ring and hundreds of items appeared from thin air.

Silk glanced at it, "not quite. That works with displacement and the ring has an area thousands time larger than reality. It looks like it breaks physics but it doesn't through space constriction, in reality that ring is just thousands of times larger and that is why it is so heavy."

"It isn't heavy." Crusher said which destroyed what Silk just said.

"It must have some sort of weight and gravity manipulator." He answered calmly.

"How can you be so sure?" Phoenix asked with a harsh undertone that obviously disapproved of his assumptions.

"I didn't see a distortion in space," Silk answered. He then took a step back. "Watch and see," he said confidently. He put all his magical energy into the new rather elegant rune on the table and space seemed to be cut above the table which was only big enough for three keys to come out.

"Amazing," Phoenix gawked. "Aren't you afraid of someone using your runes again."

Silk felt faint so his voice was significantly weaker. "No, the runes as you call it require understanding and that is my personal code which not even the demon army manged to decrypt. What you call a rune I call a magical circuit, there is a science to it." He smiled.

"Couldn't you use that and we could escape," Crusher was ecstatic.

"No, I need an anchor into a inhabitable world otherwise it is pure luck." Silk loved to flaunt his intelligence.

"Don't you have an anchor to your original world," Phoenix interjected.

"I ceased to exist and so did all my magic." Silk grimaced at this.

"My energy was all in my body when I destroyed by a black hole. I don't even know if my body is in the other world or this is my real one." Silk shuddered at the thought.

"My world should have one of my dead bodies in it," Phoenix gave this suggestion.

"You had more than one dead body," Silk flinched.

"The only way for me to live for as long as I did," She clarified. "We would die as soon as soon as we got there though."

"And why is that?" Crusher questioned.

"A magical repulsion from the last spell I cast which killed me would instantly kill me.," She answered. "This is the only option for us to escape," Phoenix sighed.

The room was silent.

"Do you know if the gods collect relics and such like," Silk burst breaking the silence. "If they do we could use that to anchor to the creator."

"That's good," Phoenix exclaimed.

"All of them are under close watch as they are so destructive." Crusher pulled them back from their speculation.

"Where are they displayed," Silk was still unwilling to give up.

"The steam train that never stops. To get a relic you would need to escape this room and run through hundreds of gods on the streets and then get on a never stopping steam train with magic engines making it move way too fast, never mind the god grade magic golems guarding the things and get back here to perform the ceremony without being noticed."

"A steam train," Silk burst in joy.

"Room one hundred and twenty, get ready for the arena." A mechanical voice announced. The doors opened letting them out.