The president's name was Blazer, and he was a young Austrian nobleman.

He has the handsome face of Major, but he also has a ruthless mind and cunning methods that are more ruthless than a viper.

The deaths of Lord Roger and the prison guards reminded him that it might all have something to do with Miss Donna, so when I arrived, there was already a trap waiting for me.

I was caught again.

Luckily, I was still not considered an independent individual, and they saw me as someone with a murderous knife.

Unfortunately, they found Kim based on me.

I watched as they took Kim away and tortured him.

Then I knew that I had killed another master.

Another master who had been kind to me died because of me, and although I told them again and again that I was not at the behest of my master, they did not listen.

It wasn't until much later that I realized that this was not only because they didn't trust a puppet to make their own decisions, but more importantly because they would never take a puppet to court as a murderer.

A puppet is a puppet, and there must be a master behind the puppet!

Even if that's not true.

As for me, I'm just a knife.

As a tool for killing, I am also meant to be destroyed.

This time I was completely destroyed, and my whole body was crushed even my head.

But I'm still not dead.

I felt as if I was floating, with Donna's consciousness, just like that in the air.

No one can see us.

I flew and flew for an unknown amount of time, until I saw a puppet.

It was a communications puppet with four arms, a bunch of inexplicable functional components, and it looked very ugly.

Yes, ugly, now I know what ugly is.

I understand the ugliness of the appearance and the ugliness of the heart.

After all this, I began to understand more and more what wisdom is.

Wisdom is lust!

Wisdom is ambition!

Wisdom is desire!

Wisdom is the combination of all emotions!

My emotions right now are crazy.

I want revenge.

I'm going to kill the bastards who killed one master after another.

But my strength is not enough, so I have to make a new body for myself, an unprecedented, easy puppet to assassinate.

So I started learning arcane with my new master.

My new master is still an arcane, but he doesn't have Donna's kindness or Kim's innocence, he's an ambitious guy who thinks every day about how to find better materials. Like Lord Roger, he is also a puppet merchant, but he is more interested in making various rare materials for making puppets. I followed him and traveled all over the world, and I was accustomed to all kinds of evil.

Because of this, I have no feeling of pity for him at all.

If it weren't for the fear that the plan would fail, I could have framed this new master in the same way I used to be.

But now, I need a much stronger body to complete the plan.

I studied hard and gathered materials everywhere to complete my plan. My new master would never have dreamed that I would steal his things.

Today, the new owner took me and a group of Arcanists on a journey to explore new and unknown terrain.

As a communications puppet, my primary responsibility is to detect any potential danger and report it to my master. Perhaps because of my extraordinary soul, my scouting abilities are many times more powerful than those of my kind.

Because of this, a powerful presence was discovered in this unknown area this time.

Protobeast!

A sleeping proto-beast.

I suddenly realized that my original plan didn't work because I had a better plan.

I didn't give any warning, but instead told my new owner that there was no danger here.

Not only that, but I also sent this message to Blazer.

Yes, I told him that rich veins of minerals have been found here, representing endless riches.

I knew he was coming.

They are all the same greed.

Faced with ownerless wealth, they will frantically swarm like flies that smell carrion.

All I had to do was watch them die.

The plan went well at first, with a large number of Arcanists arriving here, and sure enough, they discovered the veins and began digging aggressively.

But to my surprise, the proto-beast was never alarmed.

It was so large, so large that what the Arcanists did to it was like a swarm of ants crawling over its arms, and even smaller than that, it was impossible to revive it.

I'm in a hurry, if that's the case, instead of getting my revenge, I'll make these bastards rich one by one.

Moreover, some of them also carry various puppets for reconnaissance, and sooner or later, they will also discover the terrifying existence sleeping in the ground. At that point, they will retreat, and my plan will fail completely.

As the excavation continues, other scout golems are about to discover the existence of the proto-beast. I was getting more and more anxious, and I decided to venture deep underground to stimulate the proto-beast to awaken.

I went to the depths of the leylines, and with my super sense, I came to the top of the proto-beast's head. However, no matter how I attack, the original beast just won't wake up. I started to get anxious and crazy.

I decided to take the plunge and use my soul power to attack the protozoa.

Yes, that's the only way I can do it.

This proto-beast is too hard, and my real attacks have no effect on it, but spiritual attacks from the soul level may be effective, and this is the only way I can do it.

But at that time, Donna suddenly appeared.

She's always there, with me. I used to think that we were already a unified consciousness, but at this time, I realized that it was not.

She tried hard to persuade me not to go, because it was destined to be a journey from which there was no turning back.

But I decided to do it anyway, revenge and madness burned my sanity and made me desperate to do it.

But until then, I'm going to keep Donna.

I split my soul and placed her in my body, and then I unleashed all my soul power and rushed towards the proto-beast.

The Gold-Eater's Fang.

It's really funny, it eats gold, I eat souls, maybe this is the arrangement of fate.

The most incredible thing for me is that I succeeded.

I rushed into its consciousness and then I realized that it was dead.

Yes, it died, long ago in its slumber it died.

Although its physical body is strong, its soul is weak, and in its long slumber, its soul gradually withered, and finally died in its slumber. The most amazing thing is that its body is not dead, it is still alive.

And I, the combination of the Soul Eater and the Puppet, is best at occupying this kind of existence that still survives without a conscious body, even if it is a powerful and terrifying proto-beast, without the original consciousness, I can still occupy it.

And so, the gold-devouring fang was resurrected!

I rose from the ground and let out the most powerful roar to the sky since I was born.

And then I saw it.

I saw the bastards trembling under my voice, and saw their desperate faces.

I laughed, and the laughter was still roaring like the sky was falling.

I watched their desperate faces, and the unwilling counterattack of a few Austrians, and then I ignored their attacks, and just like that, I devoured them in one fell swoop, and let them become this Eternal Mountain Range with my body.

Blazer is dead, my new master is dead, and all the greedy Austrian nobles are dead.

However, I am still not satisfied.

I want to storm the Empire of the Ao, kill them in a river of blood, and wipe out this evil world once and for all.

If it weren't for Donna.

Donna is alive.

Of course she's alive, and no matter who I kill, there's no way I'll kill her.

She stayed in my body, looked at me, begged me, and begged me to let them go.

She is so kind, and even so, she still guards them.

But I refused.

Anger and madness had burned my sanity, and the only reason I had left was not to hurt Donna rather than obey her.

But I still couldn't make it.

Because of this heaven and earth.

After I became a protozoon, I finally understood why the protozo was hibernating.

Because the proto-beast relied on the source power to survive, and the source power of this piece of heaven and earth has become thinner and thinner.

It was so thin that it couldn't support my massive body at all, and I only felt breathless as I stood under this sky.

My throat was burning like a burning pain, the sea of source power was boiling, and the source energy of my whole body was burning itself, which was the self-reaction that occurs when the supply of source power is insufficient.

Only dormancy can reduce my consumption and keep me alive.

I could feel that if I forcibly killed the Ao, it might not be long before I would be dragged down by my powerful body.

It's a pity, if I were a weaker primordial beast, maybe I could hold on a little longer, but I'm a powerful gold-devouring fang, which makes me unable to support it.

Even this time it was a huge blow to my life.

Even if I hibernate again, I won't be able to last long.

Well, in that case, let's choose to sleep.

With Donna.

So I promised Donna that I wouldn't attack the Orn, but Donna would stay with me. In the same way, although I will not kill those Austrians, if they dare to come here again, I will still rush out and destroy them regardless of death.

The hatred of the Austrians makes me risk my own life to destroy them!

Donna agreed.

However, she was very smart, and while she agreed, she sent out the news that there was a proto-beast here, as a warning to those Austrians not to come. Of course, she didn't say anything, but made up a reason.

That's fine.

That way, no one will bother Donna and me.

And so that's it, I was with Donna.

Every once in a while, Donna sends out a message of warning to the outside world, lest the ignorance of the Aussians disturb us. I guess Donna didn't really want to protect them, but she wanted to protect me. But Donna always didn't admit it.

It doesn't matter, I know she loves me, and that's enough.

Unfortunately, even so, my body was still inevitably dying. Not only because of that awakening, but more importantly, for Donna's sake, my deep sleep was not complete. I still had a certain level of consciousness awakened and talked to Donna a lot because I didn't want her to be lonely. But the result is that the body is not sleeping enough, and self-consumption increases.

I wasn't destined to last long.

On this day, the body of the Gold Devouring Fang entered its final stage of decay.

I knew this body was dying.

I can die, but I can't watch Donna die like that.

I want to do something for her at the end.

I gathered the last of this body's strength and infused it into the core of Donna's puppet body to create a protective shield. With the power of the original beast, it should be enough to protect a puppet, even after tens of millions of years.

But once again, I was wrong, and Donna didn't seem to want to live alone like this.

The moment she saw me give up on myself, she chose to give up as well.

Our souls are united in this last moment.

That's the end of everything.