manynovel 0054 Every human being in this world is destined to face end and death.
0054 Every human being in this world is destined to face end and death.
When death came, they had no complaints.
Death, such a quiet and gentle word, reminds them of starry nights on the wasteland, of the feeling of the wind on their cheeks, of the times when they were young, hand in hand, quietly counting the stars together...
Therefore, when they were killed, their broken souls felt only gratitude—gratitude to the gentle giant, gratitude to their kind who harbored cold hope.
Their shattered souls broke free from their tormented bodies, and a vortex of psychic energy enveloped their wills, which were as broken as their bodies, as they ascended into the highest heavens.
Then, they saw it in horror.
A crimson vortex spiraled upwards, red and black threads weaving a net. Monsters, like hounds, unicorns, and demons, lurked within the layers of the vortex, resembling the bloodstained fangs of bloodthirsty beasts, yearning to chew victory, devour defeat, savor slaughter, and feast on fresh blood...
Their broken souls will also be their food, to be shared among them.
That tormented soul, shattered by its own altered talent, its name forgotten, and only able to survive by the piecing itself together with two others, trembled with fear.
The vicious monsters mocked their cowardice, scorned their witchcraft, ridiculed them for failing to bring any bloodshed, and then extended their savage claws towards them.
Did I give you permission to eat it?
A cold but not frightening voice sounded behind them.
Red sand swirled around them, and they turned their heads to see their kind standing on the sand.
His will detached from his body; that cold yet luminous will rose from the red sand, reaching out to them and embracing their broken souls.
The scarlet monsters screamed in fury, enraged by this act of snatching food from the jaws of death, and pounced on their cold, bright kin.
They mocked him, mocked his audacity in snatching food from the jaws of death, calling him nothing more than a weak wizard, a cowardly sorcerer, a—
"The Cursed One!!!" The demons screamed in terror as they approached their cold, bright kin.
Then, they burned.
Golden flames came from a distant place, tearing through the crimson storm, like a ladder leading to the will of his kind, destined to bring his will back to the throne in a higher place.
Those monsters, demons, and evil spirits that tried to stop it only ended up bathing in this fire and being burned by it.
The demons finally showed their fear, screaming the name: "The Cursed."
Even the gods who wield courage and bloodlust cannot muster the will to fight when faced with its fire.
Even the gods who wield the power of pain and indulgence cannot derive any pleasure from their fire.
Even the most powerful deity, who controls countless changes and possibilities, could not find even a glimpse of the future within that fire.
Even the gods who control the cycle of death, decay, and rebirth cannot bring new life to anything scorched by their fire.
For there was nothing in that fire.
In the fire, everything turns to ashes, and the ashes are forgotten in the fire, until finally the flames themselves are consumed...
That is a complete, cold, pure death.
And so they were sent into that cold yet warm sun, sunk into that land of death, sunk into the depths of that golden throne, the place where the souls of billions of humans have settled...
He slightly raised his eyes.
The blood, anger, war, rage, slaughter, strife, beheadings, mounds of corpses, brutality, and belligerence on the brass throne looked toward the star of red sand, toward the time anchored by the pitch-black sun.
+The Cursed+
Blood murmured.
What does He desire? What does He intend?
He questioned angrily.
+War? War! War! War! +
War thirsts for the Way.
A bloody growl came from His mouth.
Many contradictory, conflicting, and intertwined aspects temporarily merged into one, but only matters concerning the cursed one could bring Him to such unity.
But He still couldn't understand what the cursed one wanted to do.
That was the predetermined timeline, that was something that was bound to happen, that was the unchangeable past.
The cursed one will eventually become the Lord of Darkness, and that past is the foundation upon which He becomes the Lord of Darkness.
Therefore, He cannot change, and none of them can change.
That warhound will eventually become His slave, and the nails of blood will eventually pierce His skull.
The cursed cannot be changed.
No matter how many times He interferes, He will eventually reach that conclusion.
So He withdrew His gaze and threw himself back into the great game of the warp, engaging in bloody battles, no longer paying attention to the predetermined timeline.
"In the gladiatorial arena of Nutheria, the spearman Leon had his neck snapped by the witch's psychic powers. The gladiators' twisted bodies lay across the red sand like distorted symbols. In his rage, Angron killed the witch, but it still reopened the first wound in his heart..."
In the crystal labyrinth, 999,999 heads gaze at the ever-changing timeline, shaping destiny, guiding change, and planning the path to hope and despair...
But one of the heads suddenly cried out in surprise, as if it saw a change in a past timeline.
That's the timeline of Nuthria, that's the fate of Angron, a fate that should have been destined...
Other heads crowded around, looking at that fate...
"In the arena of Nutheria, the spearman Leon was rescued by Zhou Yun. Angron protected Zhou Yun and the gladiators with his body. Zhou Yun crossed the boundary and killed the witch with his own psionic power. Angron was filled with gratitude towards Zhou Yun, and they began to plan an uprising..."
There's clearly no change!
The heads have been moved, so nothing could have changed anyway.
That past was a destiny that even He could not change, a one-way street leading to the end and death.
Even the cursed, or rather, human emperors, cannot change it; in fact, no human being throughout history has been able to change it.
The collective of humanity is both the King of Eternity, the King of Eternity is both the Emperor of Humanity, and the Emperor of Humanity is both the King of Darkness.
Every human being in this world, whether alive or dead, is destined to be with the Lord of Darkness.
Angron's fate can never be changed.
He is destined to be impaled on the butcher's nail in the near future, after refusing to fight Zhou Yun and Onomamus.
So His heads were also removed from this unchanging, boring fate that disgusted Him.
"Nine represents change, magic, witchcraft, conspiracy... it is the most deceptive of all numbers."
In the classroom prepared by Marcus Guilliman, Zhou Yun looked in the mirror and said:
"He often brings you hope, as if leading you to an opportunity to change your destiny, but in the end you will send yourself into the abyss of fate and turn everything to dust."
A long silence followed, and even the air seemed to grow still.
"Teacher." After a long while, a voice slowly came from behind the mirror: "I find it hard to understand what you're saying. If, as you say, even these most common numbers are so dangerous, then isn't there far too much malice in this world?"
Zhou Yun looked at the mirror and at his own reflection.
"right."
He nodded, looking at the conjoined witch's corpse in the Nuseria arena, feeling the faith that surged into his body in the witch's last moments, and thinking of the bloodthirsty demons that roamed over Nuseria, and the bright red nail he had seen in the prophecy.
He recalled the disaster that would befall Guilliman in the future, the War of Cowes, a conflict caused by trust and betrayal.
"There is just too much malice in this world."
"You can trust a lot, but you must always remain vigilant, otherwise a moment of carelessness could lead to the destruction of a world."
The child behind the mirror listened to these words, and for some reason, he felt a weight in them. It seemed that Zhou Yun was not teaching him, but showing him some kind of terrifying future... He seemed to really see a vibrant planet, which perished in a raging fire because of a trust and a betrayal.
"I've got it," the child said earnestly to Zhou Yun.
Within the crystal labyrinth, the multi-headed deity remained unaware that the fate of the Battle of Kos had undergone a subtle shift...