Chapter 680 I'm Going to Kill You! (Large Chapter with w Words)

Humans are born with fear.

From birth to adulthood, I have always been enveloped by life's greatest and most primal emotion – the fear of whether I can survive, whether I will see tomorrow.

Strictly speaking, ever since I learned to speak and call the cold man and respectful woman before me "parents," this indescribable emotion has filled my heart.

The youngest son of the royal family, with a mother who didn't come from a noble family – such a combination in itself represented 'torment'.

Before I was born, my mother was poisoned. She had previously had an 'older brother' who was unable to be born due to an 'accidental' miscarriage. This vicious palace intrigue worsened the poor woman's physical condition, making it difficult for her to conceive again.

My birth was purely accidental, because at that time, another concubine was more favored by my imperial father, which led to my mother, who had lost favor, being neglected. No one expected that a weak woman who had suffered a miscarriage could actually conceive again, and with great determination, risked death to give birth to me prematurely.

She chose to give birth prematurely because the other concubines had already become suspicious. Rather than letting them discover and plot conspiracies, it was better to give birth to me directly, so that I could at least get some protection from my ruthless imperial father.

I am grateful to my mother, more grateful than anyone else. She was the reason I was born into this world, the only one who loved me and spared no expense.

As for the others.

I know that the lives of commoners are like weeds, especially those who live outside the mobile cities. They have to endure hunger, poverty, natural disasters, and demonization sickness. They have to accept the exploitation of gangs and the empire. Their lives are full of suffering. Even hearing about it makes me feel moved.

But just as I have to face the suppression from the other concubines and my brothers, face the emperor's tests, and the scrutiny of the ministers, I also have to endure such suffering, the man-made disasters and tribulations.

Naturally, I am luckier than them – although I cannot leave the imperial capital even half a step, I can eat better food and receive a better education than commoners.

But because of this, I am also more painful than them: because I know the preciousness of life, I begin to fear death, unlike them who are carefree and fearless due to ignorance.

As I grew up, I gradually understood the meaning of my existence.

I have to compete with my brothers and sisters for the only imperial throne of the Asmodai Empire. In this process, as long as I get the emperor's permission, we can do anything at any cost, and use any means.

Hidden in the harmonious imperial palace is a pack of hungry wolves eager for blood. It is a dark jungle hidden in the upper echelons of the empire, and I am at the bottom of this jungle's food chain.

I accept this, because I am a prince. This is my due mission. I am born with the right to inherit the supreme power in this world, so naturally I have to endure the test.

But sometimes, I also wonder if my precious life was born just to compete with a group of hideous relatives for an imperial throne?

My mother risked the danger of dystocia to give birth to me. At that time, what that poor woman was thinking was definitely not 'I want to make him the emperor of this empire', right?

What she was thinking was just hoping that I, this premature baby, could survive safely.

So, occasionally, I would indeed stare at the starry sky on the roof with anger and confusion, and when gazing at the starry sky, I would doubt whether all this had any meaning.

Why is it that I can't even declare that I don't want the imperial throne?

Does such a boring and pathetic struggle really need to consume my entire life, even my life, to torment each other with my siblings?

Sometimes I thought about dying – death would solve everything, so as to avoid so much pain and boredom.

But every time I looked up at the stars, my heart was always suddenly filled with courage.

——This world is so vast and boundless, and the history and relics of many eras are between heaven and earth.

So many mysteries, so many unknowns, just thinking about them makes my heart burn with adventure...

How can I die so easily?

Holding on to this only belief, I lived until the turning point of everything. Although I would rather not have that turning point.

My mother died, the poor woman, the great mother, used her own life to exchange for my chance to leave the imperial palace, a chance for me to escape.

I was heartbroken, but my mother's note telling me to live well, and Aharonov's comfort, made me understand that my life is not something that I alone can decide. It carries my mother's life, my desire for freedom, our expectations for the future, and the reason to live.

The meaning of my mother and everything about me is all in this life of mine.

So I escaped, together with my best partner, Aharonov.

I must say, life in the wilderness is indeed very dangerous. Although we were fully prepared, we still encountered source energy beasts that were too powerful. We were chased by that black snake for half a jungle and almost died in the snake's belly.

Fortunately, we met Iloviz at that time. Without this best friend, we probably wouldn't have survived for three days.

And the days of living with them in the wild were the most relaxed and pleasant time of my life.

We moved forward, adventured, without any restraints, just enjoying the fun of traveling in this world.

Whether it was the three of us squeezing into the stable, arm to arm, thigh to thigh; or being cheated by unscrupulous merchants, eating moldy bread and rancid smoked meat for half a month, those were all interesting memories.

We galloped on horseback across the Simian grasslands, crossed the radiation hills that had just experienced a natural disaster. We fought against the legendary source energy beast of the western jungle, a huge two-headed crocodile, and brought its head back to the empire in triumph.

At that time, I was no longer afraid.

Even when facing the heavy industrial machine soldiers in the ruins of the fortress, facing the ancient era constructs with various abilities, even if I only had a long sword in my hand, and had to face the enemy's almost endless ray gun attacks, I didn't have the slightest fear.

Yes, I might die, but that was my own decision. I knew the risks, and I chose to take the risk.

If I died like this, that would be my fate. This feeling of controlling my own life can only be felt in such dangerous moments.

I thought this would be the epitome of my future life. I would become the best adventurers in the world with my two partners, exploring every corner of the Aeon Continent – I even established a stronghold, a manor that I carefully designed.

Aharonov buried several barrels of wine there, saying that when we achieve fame in the future, this wine will serve as a testament to our becoming legendary adventurers.

And I smiled and said, how can we only have wine? So I put in a jar of distilled spirits, which can also be regarded as enriching the taste.

If such a life could continue, even death would be happy.

Until that day.

The emperor's guards came to 'invite' me back to the palace, back to that hunting ground full of vicious gazes.

His reason was that I was strong enough, strong enough to be qualified to compete with those stupid brothers and sisters.

Fear flowed through my bone marrow once again.

I suddenly realized that my life did not belong to me.

Whether it is freedom, wishes, dreams, adventures, the distance… in the face of survival, everything I desire is meaningless. My future is not up to me.

Under the order of 'Father Emperor', I was once again trapped in a cage, restrained, and imprisoned by others.

At that time, I was on the verge of collapse. After the guards left, I remained silent for a day and a night without saying a word. There was nothing in my heart, only almost absolute helplessness and confusion.

"I'd rather die here than go back."

"Don't worry, we'll be with you, Mihail. Even if your brothers and sisters are as fierce as tigers, I can block them for you!"

And Iloviz came to comfort me. This simple hunter, a country boy who considers himself a knight, patted his chest and bragged: "If it's just you and Aharonov, it may indeed be a bit difficult, but if you add me, you might be able to become the emperor?"

"That's right." And Aharonov was much more calm than me. He smiled and said: "At least it's much better than when we escaped back then. You and Iloviz are almost at the Divine Intent level, which is completely enough to protect yourselves. If you both advance, then among the many adult princes and princesses, you will be considered a fairly strong force."

"...Are you not afraid of death?"

I asked Iloviz at that time, my tone full of confusion: "That old man who is about to die just wants me to go back. You can stay and live a free life!"

"Accompanying me back is almost certain death!"

"Hey."

They said: "We are the best brothers, how can we abandon you?"

If I were them, I would abandon them.

Whether it is Aharonov or Iloviz, I am unwilling to die for them.

Yes, I will do my best to help them, to make them happier. I am willing to give up my own interests, so that Iloviz can become stronger, and Aharonov can enjoy his peaceful life, just like now. I can tolerate everything about them, all the shortcomings, minor problems, some greed, and temper.

I am easy to talk to, and I don't want them to come back to the imperial palace with me, because I know it is really too dangerous. Even if I want to live, I don't want my friends to accompany me to death.

But if I encounter the same situation, I will not risk staying.

This is the only thing I can insist on. If I die, what meaning will all the beauty in this world have?

Those unexplored secrets, the unknown history, if I die, what does it matter if those things exist?

I won't be able to see them again.

I am a despicable person, but I will not feel ashamed because of it. Shame is feeling that what you are doing is wrong, but still doing it, so you will feel the emotion.

And I just want to live, even if it is despicable, what is wrong with that?

Returning to the imperial palace, I once again participated in that struggle.

The conspiracies in the court are always uninteresting. As the stupid old man sitting on the changing imperial throne becomes weaker and weaker, the struggle between the successors becomes more and more obvious, even to the point where they will directly send people to assassinate each other and launch frontal attacks.

Thanks to Iloviz, if he hadn't blocked at least seventeen waves of assassins, I'm afraid Aharonov and I wouldn't have been able to survive so smoothly no matter how quick-witted we were.

But in the end, there will be no more assassins.

The ministers and local nobles have all chosen their sides, and even the major army groups have begun to invest.

The next struggle will no longer be a small fight in the court, but a real war.

Therefore, before this great civil war of the empire was about to begin, no one paid attention to the fact that Asmodai XII died suddenly in his bedroom for inexplicable reasons.

He should have died long ago. This death was just a signal, a harbinger of the civil war among the emperor's descendants.

And the person who killed him was me.

"I can't allow you to die in the hands of others, even if it's your lifespan and disease."

I said, sitting on the edge of the dying old man's bed in the intruded bedroom. The tone was so cold that I was a stranger to myself.

At the same time, the hand strangling the old man's neck became stronger, even crushing the bones: "'Father Emperor'... ha, you called me back. If you hadn't called me back, I might still be growing grapes in the west, occasionally exploring the ruins, leisurely drinking and enjoying myself."

"This is your own choice, your death is your own fault, regret it as much as you want."

"Regret... ha, you will too, being killed by your child like this."

Although the old man couldn't speak, his soul was transmitting, transmitting with a smile: "This is the fate of our family. I really miss it. In the autumn of one hundred and thirty-five years ago, I also strangled my father's throat like this... Or was it a glass of poison? I forgot."

"Mihail, the only prince who dares to kill his father. You are indeed the most suitable to be emperor. Your brothers and sisters are not worthy of competing with you... So, you should know that such an ending is the destiny of the emperor."

He said it with certainty, with a sense of destiny close to fate.

But I only found it ridiculous.

Destiny? Children? Future?

No.

No more.

I won't have any children or wives.

I won't let them come into this world and endure the torment of suffering.

Just like if I could choose, I would never come to this world.

How sad... The birth of a child does not depend on himself, but on his parents. They cannot refuse, cannot choose, and are forced to descend into this world full of sorrow and helplessness, so they cry.

Whether they are the children of the royal family or the sons and daughters of ordinary people, they are the same in this regard.

I know better than anyone else that all living beings in the Aeon world are enduring innate torment, whether it is the village woman I once met with Aharonov and Iloviz in a fixed village, who was successively wanted to be killed and eaten by her husband and parents, or the demonized people and civilians in the mobile city, whose lives are nothing more than firewood, and whose only meaning is to be captured and burned.

Demonization sickness and natural disasters are simply like the world's curse on life.

They are all the same. They are not nobles. As long as they live, it is difficult and painful, and they even regret their birth.

And the nobles are not without difficulties, it's just that their time has not come yet.

I will become their nightmare.

In the end, I became the emperor.

Those boring brothers and sisters were all so pathetically weak. They had never seen the suffering of the world, nor did they understand the essence of this world. They were born to fight and work hard to become emperors, and they had no wishes or thoughts of their own at all.

They live just to be this kind of emperor? Bullshit, it's even worse than the wish of a country farmer to go to the city to see the world!

It's better to destroy it sooner.

I wanted to give up the throne more than once, throwing this stupid throne and crown behind my head, and letting those nobles with mold in their heads and the illegitimate children of my brothers and sisters who didn't know where they were left fight to their heart's content.

I would rather live with bears in the mountains, hunting and fishing together, than stay in this rotten pit.

But my friends always persuaded me.

"Since you don't like it, then let them change it!"

They were quite helpless, and seemed unable to understand this kind of choice at all: "You are the emperor now! You can always make the farmers full, eliminate the bandits, and reduce crime!"

"And, we will help you!"

"Yes, no matter what the difficulties, we will be with you!"

I was very moved.

At that time, I was really moved, very moved.

There are always people who bring you confidence in this world when you are most tired of it. Iloviz and Aharonov did make me understand that if I want to abandon the throne to explore the mysteries of the world in the future, then at least I have to make this empire look like a country, a decent one.

In this way, at least there will be fewer crooks selling us bad bread and moldy smoked meat like back then.

So I decided to be a qualified emperor.

Enacting heavy laws, reforming agriculture, suppressing the rebellions of local nobles, exterminating bandits, and fighting against the rebel armies who rebelled with the names of my brothers and sisters.

I tried my best, racking my brains, and defeated one noble mountain stronghold after another in the empire, becoming the real and unquestionable ruler of the Asmodai Empire. My agricultural reform enabled everyone in the world's largest orderly civilization to eat rice that would not starve them to death. My heavy laws killed one million people, frightened ten million potential criminals, and saved one hundred million victims in the future.

In just less than twenty years, I doubled the population of the entire empire.

Holy ruler, wise ruler, the revitalization of the empire, the prosperous era.

They all used such words to describe me, to describe this era. They praised and cheered.

And this kind of feeling seemed pretty good.

I was immersed in this joy, and I was still planning how to make the empire better... The sense of accomplishment brought by praise can at least make the days less boring.

Until that day, I once again learned the ruthlessness of fate.

One summer, I got a message.

That was professional data from the Royal Observatory. They detected thousands of years of celestial data, and finally came to an unequivocal conclusion in the last few years.

Above the sky, the light that is shining on us is about to go out.

——The Holy Sun will die.

At that time, whether it is farmland or village, city or imperial palace, it will be covered by eternal icy cold, and turned into nothingness of ice and frost fragments.

I, Iloviz, Aharonov, and even all the forces on the Aeon Continent cannot avoid it. Our rule, reform, the new laws that we have formulated after exhausting our efforts, and the subsequent reform steps are all useless.

The world is going to be destroyed, irreversibly. At least I can't think of any way to reverse it.

Although there are still hundreds of years before the end of the world, what can be done in hundreds of years? What's more, it doesn't take a hundred years, the Holy Sun will weaken to the point where it cannot sustain life.

At that moment, I seemed to have returned to my childhood once again, and endless fear and anxiety filled my heart.

Even if I become the emperor... my life, and my fate, are still not up to me.

That stupid old man died, but this world is still tormenting me, tormenting all things.

I no longer want to explore, I don't want to go to any distance, I gave up my wishes and dreams. In order to be a qualified emperor, I stayed in this boring position for so long, just for how to make this country better.

What I crave is just a little freedom, the right to breathe without worry, a little something that can be held...

I just don't want to be afraid.

I don't understand why even this wish cannot be realized.

I hate this world.

……

Su Zhou and the Sun Emperor faced each other from afar, their gazes crossed, passing through the long distance, and focused on each other.

He was stunned for a moment, because Su Zhou's vision produced a strong contrast.

The source energy and realistic perspective of the Sun Emperor is an extremely bright light, more dazzling than the sun. Even in the Southern Territory, one can clearly see the halo rising on the horizon, which is like a huge ring, equally illuminating all directions.

The title of Sun Emperor is indeed not false. If the energy brought by the Burning Spirit Torch is also so powerful, then it is probably really able to illuminate the Aeon world like a small sun, ensuring that the vast majority of the empire's population can survive.

However, from the perspective of the Devouring Evil Demon Lord, the location of the Sun Emperor, his existence, is a pitch black.

Completely black, without any light, without any malice, like a black hole in the universe, nothing exists, there is neither breath nor meaning, pure nothingness.

No, there is still something.

Su Zhou can sense... at the core of nothingness, there is a hatred that is condensed to the extreme and most undifferentiated.

Hatred for him, for the world, for the earth and sky, for all things that exist, and even for himself.

This hatred is unreasonable and incomprehensible. It is difficult for Su Zhou to imagine how a person can accumulate such malice, to the point where his soul does not show a trace of light.

Light and darkness, such extreme contrasts, made Su Zhou, who could see multiple perspectives at the same time, feel quite uncomfortable.

"What were you thinking to become this ghostly appearance?"

He couldn't help shaking his head. The evil soul connoisseur couldn't evaluate the soul of the Sun Emperor at this moment – in terms of complexity, all the evil souls that Su Zhou had ever eaten were not worthy of holding shoes for the Sun Emperor.

After all, Su Zhou's opponents were mostly followers and眷族 of great beings, and as everyone knows, as followers of the most powerful idealists in those pan-infinite multivariate derivative axes, even if they are evil, those眷族 are evil people of pure belief.

In other words, they are simply bad, unpretentious, and not weird, and even have their own ideals.

However, the Sun Emperor is different. There are too many things mixed in his thoughts, ideas, soul, and beliefs. At a glance, Su Zhou can see the vanguard, chaos, the divine tree, dusk, and various other things that are supposedly宿命, ending, reincarnation,归一 or coordination.

This taste is more mixed than him!

[I knew it, 'you' would appear.]

And far away, the Sun Emperor stared at Su Zhou. His gaze was not unexpected, but his words did not seem to refer only to 'Professor Svetray', but to another meaning of existence.

As expected, he soon opened his mouth again: [No matter what I want to do, there will always be someone who makes my thoughts and ideas meaningless... To what extent will this world torment me?]

[From the first era to today, 80,000 years of history, the rise and fall of four eras, the Burning Spirit Divine Tree that no one has ever been able to recover, was actually replanted and revived by someone when I decided to destroy this unrecoverable world.]

Su Zhou could sense that in the seemingly calm tone of the Sun Emperor, there was an intense and unresolvable hatred: [Yes, again and again, again and again... I clearly made up my mind to save the world, but I was told that we are descendants of the god who killed the creator, and we are destined to never be forgiven.]

[I clearly gave up saving the world and wanted to lead people away from Aeon, but I found that the world outside the void was still shrouded in endless twilight light.]

[I racked my brains for decades and still couldn't find a way to crack the origin inheritance of the Burning Spirit Divine Tree. I can't revive the divine tree, and I can't reignite the sun, unless I burn myself to illuminate the world, there is no second choice... When I decided to destroy this damn world, 'you' who can save everything appeared again.]

Hearing this, Su Zhou couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"He can actually see the twilight light in the void?"

The Twilight World Group is different from most world clusters that seal the multiverse.

Because of the power of Twilight, the void is no longer stagnated here, and the space between worlds is no longer a clear ice-condensed void, but an incomparably chaotic space-time turbulence.

It is precisely because of this that, according to what Iloviz and Aharonov said, they plan to ignite the last trace of the Holy Sun's power, and use the Burning Spirit Torch as a torch to illuminate the darkness, guiding the Void Ark to travel through the space-time turbulence to other worlds.

But even so, it is impossible to see the twilight light covering the Twilight World Group, unless this existence is very sensitive to the aura of the great being, and is powerful enough to detect this subtle aura.

Moreover, it is very subtle.

Su Zhou knew that if Aharonov and Iloviz were not lying, then the Sun Emperor did cheer up for a while after learning about the end of the world, and summarized the method of saving civilization to the greatest extent, and its feasibility and future prospects far exceeded the plans of other forces.

But for some reason, he eventually gave up again.

It seems that this is because he saw the twilight light outside the void, covering almost the entire Twilight World Group.

That is indeed a rather desperate scene. If people don't know that Twilight is an ultimate autistic person, and instead think that Twilight is the culprit that caused all the suffering, destruction, and ending in the world, they may be so desperate that they commit suicide.

[You didn't kill Iloviz, I'm a little regretful, and a little pity.]

At this moment, Su Zhou could hear the Sun Emperor's thoughts coming from afar, his tone indifferent and ruthless, with a hint of hoarseness: [If you killed him, I could have obtained his soul, just like Aharonov.]

[You didn't kill him, but I'm a little glad, my best friend, I should still do it myself, and integrate him into my body.]

"……?"

Su Zhou was stunned by what the other party said. He lowered his head and looked at Iloviz, who had also heard these words, stood there blankly, at a loss. His gaze couldn't help but become complicated: "Good fellow, is this your way of being friends? It's really novel."

[Novel?]

Even across half a continent, a distance of nearly 100,000 kilometers, the Sun Emperor's divine sense can still clearly communicate with Su Zhou. He was quite strange and said: [But isn't what I'm doing the same as what you're doing? I clearly saw that there are countless souls in your body too.]

[Aren't the souls gathered in the Blood Divine Tree of the Southern Territory now all in your body? What a strange guy.]

Electronic Underworld – a soul storage organ that Su Zhou built in his body.

Since coming to the Aeon world, Su Zhou has basically accepted most of the dead souls he has encountered into his electronic underworld. Although it may not have any meaning, it is better than these souls disappearing under the erosion of ultra-high concentrations of source energy.

And the Sun Emperor is also doing the same thing, he is also collecting souls.

"Wait?"

So, hearing this, Su Zhou couldn't help but widen his eyes. He thought of a rather bizarre possibility: "Could it be that you are collecting those people's lives into your body in order to protect the souls of those people?!"

[What are you talking about?]

This time, the Sun Emperor frowned in confusion: [Aren't you collecting those souls in order to obtain more powerful power and achieve the eternal immortal?]

For a time, silence filled the entire world of the Southern Territory.

The terrifying silence lasted for a long time.

Su Zhou clenched his fist. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled: "...Why? The Burning Spirit realm is already immortal..."

But when he said this, the man suddenly froze for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that in the Aeon world, because of the fall of the Divine Tree, the abnormal source energy environment would accelerate the 'limitization' of the strong in the Burning Spirit realm, and then evolve themselves into a source energy singularity.

The ultra-high density source energy, which is almost a black hole, will wipe out everything of the strong in the Burning Spirit realm. This makes the end of the strong who are comparable to gods in many eras either self-destruction or turning into firewood and serving as the fire of the Holy Sun.

In a sense, this can also be regarded as the self-help method of the original Burning Spirit Divine Tree, that is, to breed many strong people in the world within itself, and let them make a choice with the environment, either to self-destruct and become a singularity, or to restore the power of the Divine Tree, so that it can be reborn and restore the natural order.

But the Aeon world is different. The remaining thoughts of the Burning Spirit Divine Tree have degenerated into the Dragon of Twilight, and it is impossible to revive again.

Su Zhou also has no way to revive it. In fact, Su Zhou is simply using the imprint of the Great Dao Tree to reshape a brand new Divine Tree that looks very much like the Burning Spirit Divine Tree with his own body and part of the body of the Burning Spirit Divine Tree.

Therefore, for the practitioners of the Aeon world, the realm that should theoretically be eternal immortality is the most easily decayed and self-destructive 'Burning Spirit'.

Their initial concept of cultivation and impression are different.

It is normal for the Sun Emperor to want to pursue true eternity.

"But, aren't Aharonov and Iloviz friends you knew from the beginning?"

But Su Zhou was still confused, and he still couldn't understand the logic of the Sun Emperor.

If the other party was just devouring other people to achieve the ultimate life, then that would be just general evil. Su Zhou has seen a lot of this kind of evil. It is better to say that this is the logic of general evil people.

But even such evil people would not think about eating their best friends - at least wait until after the break, right? But according to what Su Zhou saw and heard, not to mention Iloviz who pretended not to see it, Aharonov before, could almost be regarded as acquiescing to the Sun Emperor's actions!

Although in some cases this is considered to be sheltering evil, being an accomplice, being evil, but this also shows the solidity of the friendship!

[I asked.]

And the Sun Emperor replied, his tone calm: [They all said they were willing to die for me. The people of the empire have all said they are willing to do their best for me, even to the point of shedding blood and brains.]

[I don't need them to shed blood and brains so miserably, I just need them to provide me with power when necessary. As the main body of the empire's will, I can't get more authority if Iloviz and Aharonov don't die.]

[I said I was willing to die for me, but in the end I wasn't willing.]

"……Huh?"

You actually took these words seriously?!

For the first time, since birth, and even after cultivation.

Su Zhou, who has traveled through many worlds, was stunned for the first time because an evil existence was too purely evil.

He was shocked by the other party's shamelessness and incomprehensibility.

Because the Sun Emperor's thinking was too incredible, Su Zhou couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you? There is a problem with the source energy in the Aeon world, but other worlds may not! Can't you honestly prepare for the civilization migration and be a Holy Emperor in the future?"

[Nothingness.]

But the Sun Emperor simply rejected this possibility: [Continue civilization? Continue this boring civilization? Nothingness.]

Although separated by a long distance, Su Zhou could still know that the Sun Emperor was not looking at him at this moment, but was looking up at the high sky.

[Everything is nothingness. No matter how hard you try, the final result is meaningless.]

[My mother, that old man, and the stupid brothers and sisters, all died like roadside weeds. Looking at the corpses I killed in their fortresses, I can only feel nothingness.]

[Not only the Aeon world, but in any world, what is the benefit of working hard to do anything? The battle between the prince and the father has happened countless times, and the struggle between nobles and commoners, rich and poor, is even more so. Humans will never be able to get along peacefully. This kind of stupidity will probably not be an exception in any world, Svetray. Your soul tells me that my guess is correct.]

The golden-haired boy lowered his head, and Su Zhou once again sensed the Sun Emperor's pitch-black and silent gaze: [The dynasty I created will eventually end, the era will be reincarnated endlessly, and the world will be destroyed, just like Aeon. It's like a joke to put in effort for such an existence.]

[Moreover, in the new era, the same things will happen as in the old era... Wherever the sun shines, what has never appeared before? People still have to endure endless suffering, and wise people still have to worry about the various problems created by the world. No matter what I do, people are always like this. When they have money, they enjoy themselves, and when they don't, they work hard.]

[In the past, in the era when my father ruled, the poor worked hard but could not eat, and the rich indulged in enjoyment. In my era, the rich have become more, and the poor have a little to eat, but it is still nothing more than hard work and enjoyment, all of which is nothingness.]

The Sun Emperor said seriously, his voice echoing solemnly in the world: [Humans are no different from animals, and I am no different from ants. If I die, no matter how I die, what is the result? The result is the same. I am no nobler than anyone. Death is nothingness, and praise and spurn are meaningless.]

[Therefore, I want to break this reincarnation, explore new areas that no one has ever discovered, do things that no one has ever done, and witness all the mysteries that no one has ever known.]

[I want to achieve eternity, break the fear, find different possibilities, end this decaying and empty world, and create a brand new world!]

Raising his hand and pointing at Su Zhou, the Sun Emperor then clenched his fist, and an even larger and brighter halo rose on the other side of the sky, even as if the Holy Sun had descended on the world: [For this, I need fuel, this old world is the firewood – and you, Svetray, you are the Fire King, a strong person who is equal to all living beings!]

His words are clear, and his will is like the sun, constantly fluctuating in all directions, proving the firm will of this emperor.

The sun is lonely, but also only for itself. It illuminates all living beings, but only as an accessory. If necessary, all living beings are nothing more than the firewood it burns.

And Su Zhou, at this moment, finally understood.

He finally understood the reason why this Sun Emperor was so mixed with countless traces of great beings.

That is, the same taste as himself.

Seeking one's own correctness among the known many correctness.

However, Su Zhou also knew that the difference between the other party and himself lies in one point.

That is, the Sun Emperor is a 'monster'.

This man understood the truth of the world, had the wisdom to seek out possibilities from the impossible, he even broke free from the embrace of the twilight nothingness, transcended from the reincarnation and complexity of all things, and wanted to break the reincarnation, seek different possibilities, and move towards the distance that no one had ever seen.

He wanted to end the 'wrong' old world built by the Burning Spirit Divine Tree and create a brand new new world.

He just wanted eternal life, and then to do all this, to complete the correctness in his heart.

Is there anything wrong with this?

No, it is too correct. If Su Zhou had enough time, he would probably reshape the Aeon world, and not just plant a Divine Tree and muddle along.

But, even if the Sun Emperor knows all the correct theories, even if he clearly understands the 'relative' correctness between nothingness and meaning.

But he can only ever think of himself.

Even from the logic, there is no place for other people.

Su Zhou once thought he was selfish, but he now knows that his selfishness is nothing compared to the ego of the monster.

He is simply a selfless saint!

"You bastard... are no longer human."

Muttering to himself, Su Zhou, who already understood what the Sun Emperor was thinking, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Perhaps it is because all the worlds are about to be destroyed, or that every world is as desperate and full of suffering as the Aeon world, that the Sun Emperor has become what he is now.

He struggled several times to break free from nothingness, and picked up the dreams he had given up again. He was hit by the world again and again, and his way forward was blocked, but in the end, he still found his own way out.

Asmodai XIII may have been a good emperor in the past. He did have talent, strength, and he worked hard as a kind person – otherwise, Iloviz and Aharonov would not have been so convinced and followed him, and would still have a glimmer of hope for him until the end.

But now