Volume 9: Vampires and Dungeons Chapter 29: Failed Actor (Part 1)
"Soon..."
Looking at the crowd in front of him who was gradually reveling, the fat young man, no, perhaps we should call him ancestor now, was squinting his eyes and savoring the fine wine in the goblet.
Whether the replacement took place before or after the magic awakening, the ancestor and the young man had no idea, because they were already the same individual.
Can the replacement of personality surpass magic? Can human will surpass magic? He had thought about this a long time ago, in the dark ages, when everyone was in despair and fear, he had thought about this.
Ordinary humans are too insignificant to even experience one ten-thousandth of those great powers. When he was still a poet, he vaguely felt that there was a huge power in this world that he could not understand and could not understand. His mind and courage were too small at that time. Even if he signed a contract with that great existence and had the ability to drive the demon, his essence did not change.
Cowardly, reckless, crazy, and delicate, even the ancestor himself was wondering why he was such a contradictory and crazy aggregation.
He is still the timid and neurotic poet, nothing has changed. But perhaps the only thing that has changed is his heart, the heart that wants to pursue all mysteries.
Mysterious, ah, what a wonderful word, it covers everything worthy of praise in this world.
He presents all his power to you and gives you all the beauty, and the price is just the stinking skin and insignificant spirit of a mortal that you don't need.
The so-called magic awakening is nothing more than this. Give up your own body, give up your everything that is mortal, to embrace fear itself, and draw the power you need from it. It turns out to be such a simple thing, and now it seems to be nothing more than this after awakening.
But if you think about it carefully, is the self after awakening still yourself? Fear is extracted and used as a weapon, and magic is an extension of one's will. So is the self who has awakened magic really the same self as before? The ancestors thought not. The self who has awakened magic is probably no longer the same self as before, but has been replaced by an ideal incarnation, a concept, a great silhouette.
So he doesn't want to awaken, he is just a coward, what he wants is a complete and monitored self.
However, he deliberately ignored the question of whether reincarnation would lead to the loss of one's self.
Because he was just a neurotic poet, he didn't think that much.
I just want to deny it for the sake of denying it.
But after the magic power awakened, the past thoughts now seem so naive and ridiculous. A small accident led to a real awakening, but after the real awakening, one has to face the real end. How absurd and funny it is.
But isn't there a saying that once said that the world itself is the greatest treasure house, and humans just pick up a few shells on the beach and regard them as treasures. Now from the perspective of the magic awakener, everything is so gorgeous and fresh. It makes people want to pursue and explore.
So, it is not over yet. At least our ancestors believed that it is not over yet.
There are still so many mysteries to be understood, so many powers to be analyzed, and so many things worthy of praise to be discovered. How could he fall down ? Human beings' pursuit of mystery is like a mad dog chasing people. It is not chasing the mystery, but being chased by the mystery itself. When the pale magic flows in the mind, the ancestors know that their time has come.
After thousands of years of inheritance and prayer, it is time to put an end to this place. All the rituals are to keep his spiritual template going, but how can it continue in reality? He has died long ago, but the heart that pursues mystery is still alive.
And that's enough. No matter who you are, as long as you are still chasing after all the mysterious things, that's enough.
There was only one thing left to face.
That is fear.
"Game over, fatso."
A stream of blazing white light flowed behind fear, and countless dazzling crosses appeared behind it.
It was an illusion, but also a reality. It was the limitation of his endless killing, and a manifestation of part of his long journey. Just by looking at the countless scattered spots of light, one could tell how many people this purifier had destroyed and how many lives he had killed in the past.
His sins are indescribable, his power is beyond words. He is worthy of fear itself. He is the beginning and the end. He is the catastrophe that exists now, has existed, and will exist forever. At the same time, he is also the revelation of light, the mysterious apocalypse that the ancestors can glimpse. It is precisely because of his mysterious and desirable magic that he truly and thoroughly awakened his potential.
That's madness.
Holding the wine glass and looking at the figure walking slowly towards him, bathed in the light dust, the ancestor smiled slightly, and countless dark tentacles flashed in his eyes.
"You will pay for your fooling me."
The huge light and shadow said so.
The magic power shook the entire space around it, and the servants couldn't even try to stop it before they dissolved into countless pus. Together with the cross that burst out from their bodies, they turned into light and were assimilated into the torrent.
The archaeologists pulled out space gates or something similar and scattered away. The loyal servants continued to dissolve and transform into light in the magic power. Amid the strange blooming sounds, the spines and thick water twisted into the shape of a cross, presenting sacred light and shadows on the spot .
Finally arrived.
“…”
Ah, of course I know that's my price.
Looking at the knight who seemed to be destroying everything, the ancestor kept sighing in his heart.
My failure is simply due to my own lack of confidence, and a thousand years later, you will be my price.
But what exactly do I have to pay for this? My tiny and pathetic life? What can I do in the face of such an immortal and terrifying monster?
The only way is to try your best to show everything you have refined over thousands of years.
Looking at the gradually spreading light, the ancestor/young man smiled slightly and drank the wine in the glass. Then, looking at the destruction that was slowly approaching and gradually standing still, he slowly loosened his hand and let the crystal clear crystal glass fall on the stone tablet and shattered.
"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, Master Li Lin."
He said so.
