I'll kill you. He said, and then he repeated. I will kill you, from now on, until it all ends.

There are a lot of people who have said something similar, and none of them have succeeded. Ambition can be reduced to nothingness in the blink of an eye under your sword, and no lie can survive under the sword, unlike Ferus Manus.

The reason why those losers fail is because they are weak, but your brother Ferus Manus is different, he can do this, he can really kill you and put an end to this.

But, the problem is, he says he's going to kill you.

Completely reasonable, completely in line with the law of the development of things. He should have killed you, didn't he? Don't forget what you've done in the past – ah, yes, yes. I know you have to argue that those things are not from your heart.

However, is this really the case?

Think about it, my gems. You kill him, you indulge in pleasure. At first you are self-loathing, feeling that you don't deserve to live, but as a result, you soon begin to learn to find pleasure in this pain and guilt.

You begin to sink into a whole new realm, and many people have been in this happiness like you, but only you have entered so quickly, and fallen so quickly.

You even begin to evoke his shadow over and over again to experience this extreme self-abuse

No, I'm not lying, I'm not telling you a single lie.

Lies do have a place in the hall of pleasure, but I will not tell you a lie. Because you're a gem, I don't like to dust gemstones.

So here's the thing, he should kill you, and you also willingly want to let this all end, to be killed by him.

Until you see another version of yourself.

How beautiful.

I know, this is your first thought. You're blown away by him—you've admired your face in the mirror countless times, long before you were just 'Fogham'.

After becoming my jewel, you have become even stronger. However, you know in your own heart that you are no match for him. He's what you can't be again, and for that alone you're going to be mad with jealousy, not to mention anything else.

For example, he was still firm in his swing with his sword, he had endured pain and hardship, he had never betrayed his wounds, and he could stand beside Ferus Manus with his head held high

He is far better than you. You're shocked, and you fall in love with him at first sight, just as you fell in love with yourself when you first saw the mirror.

Then, you start to be jealous.

But jealousy is right, I love. Love is selfless, but love is also possessive. At the end of the day, it's not him you're jealous of, it's everything he has—everything you've had and you've lost.

Is it bitter in your heart? Think you can go back in time and make it right and never do it again? No, I love, there are things that only have the first time and countless times. You've tasted pleasure and you know how addictive that feeling can be.

So even if you go back in time, you won't change. You are the only one left in your love, you saw the mirror for the first time when you were young, and you are left with only Vogram in your eyes.

You love yourself more than anything in the world, don't refute, you can refute the sword of flame in your hand, and you don't deserve it. You beg Ferus Manus to forgive, but you're only doing it for your own sake.

You want to taste a new kind of pleasure, and you deceive yourself because you are sincerely repentant.

But stop lying to yourself, Fogream.

Your love for him has long since been exhausted, long since he refused to go into chaos with you. What you love is only the phantom of the old days in him, and what you love is only the self who was once flawless and stood side by side with him.

And I love this love very, very, very, very, very, very.

Look here, Vogrim.

Behold—do you see? See this gem? I found it for you. This is the memory of that Ferus Manus you are familiar with, the memory of him before he died, the memory of him being killed by you, the memory of him returning from death and being killed by you again and again

He hates you, and the hatred has a place. He is a man of integrity, so if he kills you, kills you completely, then the hatred will end, and then he will feel a little satisfied.

And that's when my time came.

How is it? Do you like this plan? Turn him into the one you know and take him away from that one you like?

If you love this plan, let's get started, we have six minutes left. This is my time, and if you will, I will do anything for you in those six minutes, my love.

In the darkness, the human-tailed monster trembled and held up a mirror.

The face in the mirror does not belong to Forgrim, the face in the mirror belongs to a monster, a monster that has long since become the enemy of humanity in pleasure.

It wept bitterly, and it understood that it was no longer qualified to call itself by that name, as its owner had said. It's not asking for forgiveness at all, it's just about experiencing a new kind of joy

Even apologizing can be enjoyed as a despicable thing.

But, but.

The basilisk silently shed tears, and slowly released its four hands, shattering the mirror.

But I don't feel happy now, master.

Eros responds gently.

"As I said, now, you are my master. So, make your decision. ”

——

Countdown: 06:00

The basilisk rose from the ground.

It is faster than light, and its four arms dance in a straight line. It's dead, but it's alive. It had cut open its own chest with its own hands, but it was now intact.

A god has created this wonder with his unending desires, and he is using his power recklessly—so that Ferus Manus can see the dark gem.

It wasn't supposed to exist, it was really just a possibility that never happened, until now, until the god named Slaanesh fished it out of the tide of chaos with his own hands. The basilisk held it in four hands and plunged it deep into Gorgon's chest.

No obstruction, no resistance, nothing.

It's too late, it's not too late. Time is twisted, and the basilisk falls at 08:23, only to stand up at 06:00.

At this moment, Fogrem was still charging, Chagatai was still drawing his gun, and their time had not yet passed—a burst of laughter rang out from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of soft footsteps, as if feathers were rubbing against each other.

"Don't thank me." He said politely. "There's not much use in saving that time anyway."

Ferus Manus fell on his back, he shouldn't have been so vulnerable, he should have resisted—if the jewel hadn't been carried deep into his heart by four arms.

There were many images and memories that began to flood in, and he didn't know how long it had been, but it was a second in the physical sense, but it was 10,000 years in the spiritual world.

Like water flowing backwards, everything is starting all over again. Fight the Behemoths, survive in the wilderness, return to the Empire, lead the army, and meet Fogham

He lay on the ground, a sharp pain in his chest, the basilisk whispered in satisfaction, Fogham roared in the distance, and Chagatai drew his pistol.

He was standing side by side with his best friend on a terrace, looking up at the night sky. His best friend has a childlike childishness, pointing to the stars above him with his arms raised, telling about his dreams.

Everything was still silent, the breeze was blowing from the other side of time, and the long white hair of the best friend swayed slightly.

And then everything went into misery.

The flames of war burned, and the great ideals inherited from the emperor collapsed in an instant. He was betrayed, he was killed, his soul saw the empire collapse, his brother die, his legions shattered, and he went further and further down the wrong path.

People have lost their dignity and are struggling to survive in the last days of moral decay. He had tried his best to secure more living space for the empire and humanity, but he had to watch them sink into darkness little by little.

His father's screams of pain could be heard in his ears, and he could hear his father split a little bit in his torment, but the murderer was still shamelessly amusing himself with his shadow, and he fell deeper in pleasure.

What pain could be compared to these?

No, maybe there is.

Ferus Manus opened his eyes.

In the divine power of the evil god, the world before his eyes began to shatter, and love, hatred, and betrayal seized him tightly and tore him apart alive. He saw a smiling face, a loving face—he saw Fergrim of Chemus.

Boundless hatred began to boil in his chest.

How dare you appear in front of me? How dare you smile? How dare you act as if nothing happened? You've ruined everything, Fogream, you've helped the abuse, you've turned your back on us. How many people died for you? And how many people are screaming for you in pain?

He shuddered and lifted the Furnace Breaker.

Countdown: 06:00

The sound of feather scratching began to get louder and louder.

"This is the moment." Vogrim, who has four arms, said. "But thou shalt not kill me."

Countdown: 05:59

Countdown: 06:00

Ferus Manus let out a roar, and the Furnace Breaker was raised high.

"Don't do it." Fogrem said. "Killing me won't solve the problem."

Ferus Manus swung the Furnace Breaker, and he failed to hit anything.

"There's only one way to really solve all this."

Fogrem held out a hand tremblingly, he wanted to touch Ferus Manus, but he didn't. He closed his eyes, tears bursting down the river, dripping to the ground.

"There's only one way I can forgive myself."

Eros covered the heart of the shell in the darkness with satisfaction.

"Do what you want, my love." He said and gave some kind of permission.

Time began to crumble, and the power of the gods played with it with impunity, rounding it and flattening it. The countdown to the ice has finally begun to flow.

Countdown: 05:00

Fogrem lowered his head, his arms slowly spreading, and a dark flame ignited beneath his feet.

It was still dark all around, a musk mist and a miasma of corruption filled the perilous battlefield, with rotting corpses and demons baring their teeth and claws. The weapons on the hoverbike roared, Ferus Manus roared, the Chagatai Khan galloped towards him, and a man with a black greatsword with a contorted face that was already in a rage.

And all this has nothing to do with Vogrim, there is only one thing left for him to do, and there is nothing to stop.

When the depraved lust for pleasure and the tide of selfishness were taken away by the gods, he could finally call himself Voem again. Although it is still under His control and His permission, does free will really exist?

It doesn't matter anymore.

In the heart of hell, the once-fallen phoenix begins to cry out for revenge.

Guess what happens?

(End of chapter)