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He opened his eyes, and the stars began to burn one by one. The red flames spread rapidly in the soft and cold light of water, and finally merged into a dazzling golden yellow.

The heavy body is not yet able to control it. He slowly raised his hands and watched as his paper-white skin fell off one by one, and one by one it was reborn, and the boiling blood burned the white bones, bringing him a pain he had forgotten for a long time.

Such a fragile body could not withstand his strength and will...... Even if it's just a small part of it.

Mankind. Humble as an ant, its short life was imprisoned on the earth, born in dust, and returned to dust, but it eroded the whole world with infinite desires, making it unrecognizable day by day.

his world.

He was full of contempt and disgust...... But I was ecstatic to finally have a body again.

Wandering alone in the eternal nothingness for too long, even if he could stay for an extremely limited time, he couldn't help but spend a moment, almost greedily feeling the real world—the light, the sound, the beating of his heart, the burning heat of his breath...... Even the pain that comes with it is like a pleasure.

But that didn't satisfy him...... Far from enough. A mist of golden light permeated his fingers, permeating the small stone hall. The sky above was only an inch, and there was not a single breeze flowing in the stagnant air. After the initial euphoria, the cramped and dreary space became more and more unbearable for him. He wanted to spread his wings and destroy all obstacles around him, and roared into the sky...... But you can't do what you want.

The body that kept repairing was barely intact. Even if the surging power gradually calmed down and the reborn flesh returned to normal, he was not allowed to use it at will.

Even the runes hidden deep beneath the stone slabs could restrain his steps. The power is subtle but flexible, and it seems familiar in a trance, and a trace of chill is like nothing, but it can pierce into the depths of the soul.

In the rising agitation, he remembered his purpose.

He stepped forward. The spider-like light trembled and broke, disappearing, but in his sight, a shadow moved, approaching him step by step.

He looked up nonchalantly. Not far in front of him was a white-haired human, dressed in ridiculous armor, his withered body exuding the smell of aging and dying, but his bloodshot blue eyes were fearless.

The flame of life that was about to be extinguished burned so hotly...... Destroying it once and for all is as simple as blowing out a candle.

But he could feel the angry resistance of the soul in his body that had never really given in, weak but not to ignore.

- You made a promise.

He said.

The gods will not break their promises.

He looked away from the old man who dared to stand in his way. After all, it wasn't necessary to step over his corpse to get to his end...... Even if he still couldn't tolerate such an offense, thousands of years of patience had allowed him to at least temporarily assume that this insignificant human didn't exist.

He reached out and flicked the air. The golden stars surrounded him, and the staggered time and space were connected by a thin thread between the small stars that reflected the entire universe, grand and complex, like a tapestry that no one could read, or a song that no one could sing, in which every silk thread, every tremble, every note...... Even he can't change it will.

He closed his eyes, but he could see more clearly. From the first memory of the soul to the boundless, endless sea of nothingness...... He found who he used to be.

Dazzling golden red, with the color of fire and blood, the initial trajectory was straight like an arrow, but at its brightest time it was entangled in a gray-black fog and vanished.

There is no end and no continuation.

It's something that can't be seen outside of this protected world. No matter how powerful he becomes, powerful enough to shatter the stars with ease, the rules left behind by the departed gods still bind his wings...... Until the day he was completely broken.

He plunged his consciousness into the mist. The hopes, resentments and struggles of countless lives, the fog of countless encounters and separations that cannot be dispelled, just like he is from another self...... The future as seen from the other side of fate is just as chaotic and uncertain.

But what has happened is traceable anyway.

He has plenty of patience.

Consciousness hovering in the fog gradually blurred. He felt the anger he had felt again—the anger that would never go away. The expected betrayal and deception were so hard to accept...... Perhaps what made him even more unwilling was that he would lose to a mere elf.

He had thought that he had destroyed him, and there was not even a single fragment of his soul left...... The curse of a dying dragon in the midst of its strongest fury would have terrified even the gods.

But who else knew him so well, who could thwart his return again and again for thousands of years, escape from his wrath again and again, without leaving a trace?

He didn't even remember the face of the cunning and daring betrayer, all that remained in his memory was a pair of indifferent and fanatical eyes, gray and blue?...... Or is it green?

Grey.

With a thought in his mind, he found the track that was so faint that it was almost impossible to see. If, intermittently, like him, he was fragmented in the mist, indistinguishable, and then, almost imperceptibly, merged into another trajectory...... And it separated like a gray shadow.

He caught him.

The sudden ecstasy came over like a huge wave. For thousands of years...... Even when he was alive, he had never felt such intense pleasure.

The pain of being burned by the fire once again swept through his entire body, from the inside out, reminding him that this body was approaching its limit. His purpose has been achieved, and leaving is the best option......

But how could he let go of such an opportunity?

When I opened my eyes, the cramped stone hall had turned into a towering ancient tree, and among the dense branches and leaves, the speckled sunlight had a pleasant temperature, and the rich smell of the grass and trees almost dyed the air green...... He couldn't feel it anymore.

All he could feel was the statue-like elf in front of him.

Long blonde hair, green eyes...... Was that his face? He didn't remember, and it didn't matter.

He could see the surprise and panic in those eyes, which almost never fluctuated, even if it was fleeting, and it was very satisfying for him.

“...... Long time no see. He whispered, "Ankland...... My friend. ”

. (To be continued.) )