Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 141 - The Oracle

A legendary hero who fought alongside the hero Ars in the First Human-Demon War, and who eventually died in a duel against the formidable Demon King Necross Lacross.

Few remember these events today, but for the elves, who live for centuries, that was only a few generations ago.

Even though human society had transformed several times over time, the elves remained practically unchanged.

Even so, any birth among the elves was a cause for great celebration, given their low birth rate.

Most of the elves initially refused to participate in the Laplace War, remaining neutral, but were forced by circumstances to take up arms. The brutality of the war reached even the hidden corners of the Great Forest.

Verdia's early years were marked by blood and conflict.

Many elves perished, and each death was a profound blow to their already diminished population.

Her father, Riveris, was killed after being surrounded during one of the campaigns to defend elven territory. The war was ruthless.

Verdia showed a brilliant and impetuous personality from a very young age. Early on, she was taught the art of magic by an elderly elven mage.

Noticing the girl's uncommon talent, the mage decided to make her her personal disciple.

Verdia absorbed knowledge at a frightening speed, combining instinct with a rational clarity rare even among the most experienced mages.

When Verdia turned fifteen, she was already fighting in the war as an exceptional mage.

Her name began to spread among the armies on both sides, a golden star shining even amidst the ashen sky of the endless war.

Verdia was talented.

Her golden hair shone uninterruptedly, twenty-four hours a day, as if reflecting the light of the very sun even under the war's overcast sky.

She wielded the bow and magic with mastery, and even fencing — which was a noble art of the elves, passed down through generations — she mastered with precision, drawing inspiration from her father's movements.

Her mother also perished during the war; she was saddened, but Verdia still had her mentor and her elven companions. For a time, that was enough.

But war is an unrelenting force. One day, her mentor fell on the battlefield, struck by a black spear from a three-horned demon.

Still, Verdia was not alone. She had her friends — companions who fought by her side, who laughed, who cried, who bled together.

Until they too died.

When Verdia turned fifty, everyone she had ever loved, admired, or protected... had disappeared. She survived.

Was she the strongest among the elves? No. At that time, she was strong, whether in fencing, magic, or archery, but there were many others more powerful.

Warriors who could lift trees with their bare hands, mages who summoned storms with enchantments.

Verdia was strong, yes, but not the strongest.

Was she the smartest? Also no.

Verdia was innocent and spirited, sometimes even reckless. Not rarely she took unnecessary risks, trusted too much, or let herself be carried away by emotions.

She was not the wisest, nor the cleverest.

So... why did she survive?

Verdia was undoubtedly talented.

But countless geniuses were buried during the Laplace War. Promising faces, full of power and destiny, crushed under the brutal wheel of conflict.

And yet, Verdia continued to live. Golden hair, eyes as blue as the sky — a radiance that attracted attention, that made enemies target her before anyone else, whether for her beauty or her potential.

She should have died.

But Verdia... held a secret.

A hidden gift. A burden that only one person ever knew throughout her life: her father.

One day before the death of Riveris Solarion, when Verdia was only five years old, she had her first 'vision.'

It was like a nightmare in broad daylight. She saw her father being ambushed, surrounded, fighting bravely... and falling, alone, in the midst of a red field of blood and leaves.

Desperate, Verdia begged him not to go. She recounted what she saw, through tears and sobs.

Riveris listened attentively. Then, calmly, he asked her:

"Then... did I manage to save them? Those who were captured?"

Verdia hesitated. She did not fully understand what she had seen, but she nodded.

Her father smiled. His eyes carried the weight of many ages. He knelt, gently took his daughter's shoulders, and said:

"I lived for a very long time, Verdia. And I want you to live as long as I did... so that you finally understand that there are things in life more important than death."

The next morning, the Holy Sword Riveris led a solitary charge and single-handedly freed hundreds of captives of the beast race.

And then, as Verdia had seen, he was surrounded... and killed.

It was the first and only time that her visions showed someone else besides herself. And it was also the only time she failed to save the target of the vision.

In the following years, Verdia continued to have visions, but now they only showed situations of danger to herself, never to another person.

She even told others about her visions. Friends, allies, confidants.

But everyone... everyone who found out ended up dead. Some in battles, others due to sudden diseases, strange accidents, ambushes.

The correlation was undeniable. At one point, Verdia began to believe that the power she carried was a curse.

And so, she fell silent.

She kept the gift to herself. It didn't matter if she saw tragedies or victories — she would never share it with anyone again. It was a cursed power that only brought misfortune.

Even so, she continued fighting.

Over the decades, Verdia changed. A hundred years of war shape even the purest spirit.

She lived through the rebelliousness of youth, throwing herself into battles as if she were immortal. She went through the recklessness of adulthood, where pride and the desire to prove her worth spoke louder.

She felt the weight of self-loathing, watching everyone she loved die one by one. She developed a fierce hatred for war, witnessing piles of nameless, glory-less bodies.

And, finally... she understood. She understood that war had lost all meaning. There was no longer justice, nor purpose, nor heroes. Only pain.

It was then that the moment for one last turnaround arrived.

When the humans kidnapped the offspring of the beast race to use them as hostages, the tension reached its peak.

The Seven Heroes — legendary figures, endowed with immeasurable courage and power — joined forces with the beast race and the sacred knights of Milis to put an end to the war.

It was an unlikely alliance. Many doubted. But Verdia... Verdia saw something there. A chance. A new path.

She joined them.

With her magical bow of golden light, with her large-scale spells, with her heirloom elven sword, and with her ever-present radiance — Verdia fought.

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She fought like never before. And, together with those legendary warriors, helped turn the tide of the war.

In the end, the demons were defeated. And the Demon God Laplace was sealed by the Seven Heroes, ending a conflict that had lasted for centuries.

The war finally ended.

And Verdia... continued to live.

With her visions, Verdia endured the war.

After everything, her father's death remained the only time she had a vision related to another person.

After that, all her visions served as warnings about herself — ambushes, deaths, injuries. Guided by these omens, Verdia crossed the war physically unscathed, but emotionally shattered.

When the war finally ended, she retired to the elven village.

There, she lived for fifty years in an almost untouched peace, isolated from the rest of the world that still dealt with its own turbulences.

She abandoned fencing, the bow, and magic. Why would she continue practicing these arts made for killing? In fact, she developed a certain aversion to them at that time.

The first year of the Armored Dragon Era marked the beginning of a new time — of peace, of reconstruction, of silence after the chaos.

During that period, Verdia devoted herself to books.

She read about past wars, about politics, history, philosophy.

She understood that wars were never fought by entire peoples, but by individuals — kings, emperors, figures like Laplace or the Demon Empress.

The people were swept along, yes, but conflicts were always born from the will or ambition of a few.

This realization left her confused, trapped in a cycle of doubt. Everything she had done until then... had it all been in vain?

One day, without saying a word to anyone, she left the Great Forest. She took her staff and departed.

The world was different.

Fifty years are enough to change kings, maps, and kingdoms. She found a group, set off on journeys, and discovered something new: a passion for freedom.

Perhaps it was the reflection of a lifetime fighting for territory, defending borders.

Now, she could run, jump, cast spells to boost her steps, fly with the breeze. It was as if the weight of society vanished every time she crossed a new road.

She loved it.

During her journey, she made new friends, met diverse races, cultures, and dogmas.

She saw the beauty and the ugliness of the world, smiled, cried, fell in love a few times — but never found a partner.

Not that it mattered at first. When she was 200 years old, a human friend asked her why she was still a virgin. Verdia, wishing to avoid appearing rejected, replied that she would only give her body to her future husband.

The friend died. And Verdia never found that partner. Time passed, and her own words eventually became a vow in memory of that friend.

She traveled, fought, taught.

Her hair, once golden and shining like the sun, began to lose its luster. Every new friend meant a new wound when death took them away.

She trained disciples who, 30 or 50 years later, were dead.

Of course, there were those who remained alive — elves, demons, members of the sea race, and even of the celestial race. But they were few, isolated, distant.

At nearly 400 years old, Verdia made a new friend — a human named Meise.

They traveled together in a group of adventurers. She was, without a doubt, the best friend Verdia had ever had, and the elf would do anything for her.

But, in the end, her friend died. Not in battle. Like the others, she died of old age.

Verdia's hair, although still an impressively golden color, no longer shone as before.

She had lived so long, seen so much, learned so much, that it would be impossible to list everything she had done.

She took up the bow again. Learned new spells. Visited forgotten places.

She met dragons, sailed with pirates, crossed deserts, walked through the ruins of ancient kingdoms. But all these experiences left scars.

The wounds in Verdia's heart, though healed, were many. So many losses, so many deaths, left her spirit weary.

Then she decided to return.

Return to the Great Forest. To rest her heart. To regain her strength. And, one day, to see the world again — that vast world, which still had so much left to show.

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Present day:

Deep within the Great Forest, two figures walked silently.

A man with silver hair, golden eyes, and a large white cloak.

Beside him, a girl with long black hair, wearing a white mask. The man was Orsted — the Dragon God — and his companion was Nanahoshi.

Orsted seemed to be in a bad mood.

Not that at any moment he ever appeared to be in a good mood, but now he was especially worse.

The reason? They had recently arrived in the Great Forest and, after interrogating a member of the beast race, discovered that Verdia Solarion had left for the Demonic Continent; her objective was to seek allies to fight against Milis.

Nanahoshi, who rarely saw him in a bad mood, finally broke the silence after holding back her curiosity for too long:

"Why did you want that woman to be dead?"

Orsted cast a scrutinizing glance at her. His silence lasted a few seconds before he responded in a deep voice:

"That woman is dangerous. Besides, it was her destiny to die here."

Nanahoshi, once again, wondered why she still tried to ask anything. The answers were always more confusing than the questions.

She remained silent as they both calmly proceeded towards another location, where there was a teleportation circle.

Of course, Orsted's answer was even "complete", considering there were many things he simply could not say.

The truth? Orsted knew Verdia Solarion's powers even better than she did herself.

Verdia was a Miko — a prophetic Miko.

But her powers worked in a specific way: she could only see moments of danger that would threaten her in the short term.

Trusting those omens, she traversed the world, bypassing all restrictions, even being an elf, even being beautiful and having shining golden hair.

She got involved in disputes between kingdoms, wars, battles against monsters. And she survived.

Orsted suspected that this power, in some way, also strengthened her destiny. But he also knew that the power had a weakness...

And that weakness was the following: the more attached Verdia was to life and the world, the more her powers would protect her.

However, if one day she ever lost her attachment to her life... the powers would cease. No visions. And then she would attract a lot of bad luck.

Not even Verdia knew that her powers worked that way. It was only after many loops that Orsted noticed the pattern.

It was always like this: she would travel for 500 years, return to the Great Forest, and eventually die — swallowed by that cruel destiny.

Orsted always made sure that the triggers were ready. She could die in three ways, which he kept available in every loop:

Died by the Mutant Silver Mist Wolf, within the Great Forest.

Died by the North Saint, Kalinoski.

Died by Larax from Begaritt.

Either way, Verdia would almost certainly meet death. And Orsted ensured that.

In the first loops, Orsted even tried to use her. But his actions changed the world in unpredictable ways — probably due to her power as a Miko.

Whenever she was left alive, Verdia altered crucial events randomly. And furthermore: she played an extremely dangerous role in history.

When Laplace was reborn, Verdia, without knowing his identity, would be his master of magic.

No matter where Laplace was born, she would eventually end up teaching him.

At that time, human magic had evolved tremendously since 400 years ago, and Verdia had learned all of that firsthand. Letting Laplace easily absorb that knowledge would have been disastrous.

Now, Orsted knew that her powers had returned.

She couldn't predict Orsted with her visions — just as Hitogami couldn't predict anything about him.

No divination ability worked against the Dragon God, and she was no exception.

But... she could foresee her own death.

In one of the loops, before killing her, he asked her what she saw in her vision of death when he was the one who killed her. The answer?

"A shadow that pierces my heart."

Now, with her escape to the Demonic Continent, Orsted knew that this loop would be even more confusing.

But, in a way, that no longer mattered as much. The mana disaster had occurred. Nanahoshi existed. And that fellow named Rygar. Things were already moving in unpredictable directions.

Thinking of that, Orsted's mood returned to normal.

And Nanahoshi sighed with relief.

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