Chapter 25 Nanuk, in the name of Caislana, I bring you destruction!!!
Chapter 25 Nanuk, in the name of Caislana, I bring you destruction!!!
Chapter 25 Nanuk, in the name of Caislana, I bring you destruction!!!
The first cycle of reincarnation.
Holding the bloody truth, I ran towards those still-warm figures.
I told them everything: simulation, star gods, reincarnation, we are all nourishment.
At that moment, I saw shock and fear in their eyes, but I also saw light.
I thought this was the turning point.
I'm wrong.
I took over all the torches.
I could only watch, watch them, powerless, rush towards the black tide with their mortal bodies.
With flesh and blood, with broken weapons, with a final scream, they tried to delay the darkness that was destined to devour everything.
Until it vanishes without a trace.
In this life, Bai E, my younger self, clung tightly to my arm before fading away: "Why didn't you shed a single tear?"
Before he could finish speaking, his anger transformed into his final strength, and he turned the blade towards me.
I closed my eyes and raised my hand.
The familiar touch and familiar temperature have dissipated.
As I sheathed my sword, I touched my cheek.
Dry.
It turns out that the loss and numbness of humanity began after the first "correct" choice.
The Douluo Continent is deathly silent.
"They just... helplessly went to their deaths?"
Xiao Wu's nails dug deeply into her palms as she looked at the "White Calamity" in the sky questioning the other "White Calamity," as if she were seeing some cruel reflection.
"It's not that he doesn't cry—" she murmured, "it's that he's simply stopped knowing what expression to wear."
The first, third, and fourth cycles.
In this life, I walk amidst shadows and bloodshed, where efficiency has replaced emotion.
I became known as the "devil" among my companions.
My mentor found me, his eyes filled with regret.
"For the sake of our past relationship as teacher and student,"
He said hoarsely.
"Turn back."
That thief who was always as agile as a cat.
A disgusted glance was cast from afar.
"Look, that demon engulfed in flames, his mind is filled with fantasies about becoming a 'savior'?"
I smiled, though it probably looked terrible.
Then, I took out the sword again.
Forged with gold and blood.
Once again, with pinpoint accuracy, they fulfilled the "destiny" they had written.
"He didn't even offer an explanation—" Oscar said in a low voice, his usual playful expression gone.
Master Yu Xiaogang trembled violently as he looked at his "mentor," as if he were seeing himself in him.
What should he do if one day his disciple embarks on a path of no return, one that is despised by the world, yet may be the only right one?
Can he, like that mentor, still try to win him back in the end, instead of hating him?
He couldn't find the answer.
The 108,642nd cycle of rebirth.
Medemus stood before me.
His lion-like mane still stood tall, and his eyes burned with the flames of conquest and protection.
He remains the greatest conqueror, the most steadfast guardian, and the "strongest" recognized by all.
But I am no longer the person he remembers me as I am now.
"Madmus,"
My voice was so steady that even I didn't recognize it.
"Let's settle this with conflict."
He laughed loudly, his voice shaking the heavens: "Come!"
The battle did not last long.
As my sword pierced his chest, he coughed up blood, but with his last strength, he grabbed the blade and pulled me closer: "Ah—well done—beautifully—let my blood replace the crown—"
That dying lion, king without a nation.
I added new marks to his already scarred back.
Refined by his golden blood.
Add another ray of unseen "light" to my cold, distant, savior sun.
The two million three thousand four hundred and thirty-second cycle of reincarnation.
Standing before me was the solitary Grim Reaper, Xia Die.
At this moment, with my body entangled in three million acts of killing and the karma of reincarnation, I am more like the Grim Reaper than she is.
She tried to reach out, her voice ethereal like a sigh: "Wake up, lost one—see clearly, that light in the darkness is not—"
Even if I cannot win, I must...
""
I nodded slightly: "Then let us pay tribute to your million struggles in remembrance."
I broke countless butterfly wings that tried to embrace life for her.
I extinguished countless blooms around her that symbolized the resurgence of life.
I will brew those overflowing, precious golden bloods into cup after cup of highly poisonous wine.
I will place them on my never-ending carnival, which is called "Saving the World in Vain".
The 23,570,000th cycle.
Even Feng Jin—she has changed.
For the first time, fear appeared in the eyes of that girl who seemed so serene after the rain.
As she used her body to plug the ever-widening crack in the sky, enduring the excruciating pain of the black tide, she still turned her head towards me, trying her best to make her voice sound as warm as before: "Turn back—I can still—heal you—add a touch of color to your sun—"
The light in her eyes gradually faded amidst the pain and despair she felt for me.
"I'm sorry, Kazemi."
My voice finally trembled slightly.
"For the sake of this world, I have no other choice."
Even though golden blood had flown across Qin Chen's blade countless times.
This time, I still felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
I didn't want to watch her suffer any longer, not even for a moment longer.
I chose to accelerate things myself, sending her to fulfill that damned fate.
Farewell, Yacintes.
"Enough! Enough already!!!"
Tang San held Xiao Wu tightly in his arms, and he could feel her body trembling.
If one day, Xiao Wu has to sacrifice herself to gain a glimmer of hope, what would I do?
Will it be able to "choose" again after experiencing more than 20 million times, just like Bai Er?
He dared not think any further.
This cycle of reincarnation ended with a silent, golden rain.
The 33,550,336th cycle of reincarnation.
it's time.
I sensed the emergence of a "variable".
A true "possibility" that is not entirely bound by a predetermined trajectory of destruction.
He appeared beside me, his eyes clear, his beliefs pure, carrying the heat and impetuosity of a nascent flame.
Ah, the image of a hero has finally come into reality.
At the end of this long journey of chasing fire, on this land where I have already traversed every inch of despair.
"Xi Lian,"
I whispered in my heart, calling upon the warmth that has sustained me to this moment.
"That unprecedented page is about to be turned."
I borrowed the power of "time" that originated from her within me.
It is a mixture of all the possibilities I have accumulated through thirty million reincarnations.
Wrap the young hero up.
Let's return him.
Returning to the origin of time,
Return it to you.
Go, take my place, and become the next "Savior".
I believe.
You can definitely do it.
And I will continue on the road that is not yet finished.
Just like countless versions of myself in the past, I remain unchanged.
But this time, I am not alone.
The 33,550,336th cycle of reincarnation.
When I repeatedly ruthlessly killed my comrades, when I repeatedly destroyed the lies of "creation".
What I've accumulated is far more than just a spark that could start a prairie fire.
It is especially true in this heart that has long been numb, cold, and riddled with cracks.
It has accumulated enough hatred and rage to fill the galaxy and scorch the void!
Hatred for fate!
Wrath of the Star God!
I loathe every single cog in this cage!
now!
When the dawn of salvation arrives.
I finally!
They broke free from the shackles of the "savior"!
It shattered the destiny of "Karslana"!
Xiaobai, do you still remember our original wish?
This is also my last wish.
For this world we love so much!
Let's write an ending unlike any other!
I!
In the name of Caiuslana, not in the name of salvation!
Bring destruction to Nanuk's Destruction Star God!!
To vent the boundless anger and hatred in my heart!
I was born to be the blazing sun of destruction!
Then I'll let you and your henchmen have it!
Become my erupting flares!
Then, let this futile fire, which had burned for 33,550,336 epochs, burn away!
Submerge everything!!!
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