"Avashi, I beg you, please take care of my sister. She’s still waiting for to go ho."
Avashi still rembered the despair in his dear friend’s eyes at that ti.
Back then, he chose to agree.
Motra’s sister already had a good relationship with him, and if possible, he was willing to take extra care of her.
He never expected that at the mont Motra’s breath stopped, a mutation appeared.
The ravenous authority of envy activated, instantly devouring Motra’s soul.
Countless mories and past experiences belonging to Motra flooded into his mind.
At that mont, he felt he might have already gone mad.
He couldn’t tell if he was Avashi from a remote village or Motra, the orphan from the Imperial Capital.
So he gave himself a new na—
Avashi Motra Griffin.
He began to replace Motra and take care of his sister, Nana.
Perhaps because the two souls fused together, he didn’t even feel much sadness.
Life in the Imperial Capital beca a long-lost period of happiness in his mory.
Until the day Nana died.
He vaguely rembered that during that ti, the Lokeshi Empire began a secret experint, recruiting volunteers to participate in human experints with substantial rewards, which were exceptionally generous for two orphans.
However, neither he nor Nana had any intention of joining.
Now the two were relying on each other, and that was a very happy thing for them.
However, that secret experint soon encountered problems.
It was said that a malignant accident occurred during one experint, resulting in the death of all the participants, and the project was ultimately forced to terminate.
Without official support, the project leaders had to seek willing participants themselves.
But even poor people weren’t foolish enough to participate in a project where the risk was death.
While ordinary people didn’t pay attention to this venture, those from the grey area did.
After all, as long as they sent people without repercussions, no one would care.
As for whether there would be incidents... having abandoned morality, who would bother?
He couldn’t recall the detailed specifics anymore.
Or rather, he didn’t want to think or dare to think about it.
All he knew was that when he retrieved that small body, it had already lost its warmth.
At that mont, he felt he had gone mad.
He beca a restless spirit, wandering aimlessly in this city.
Only sotis, he regained clarity and would spend what little money he had at the small stalls they used to visit, quietly eating for a while.
Yet quickly, he would fall back into madness.
It was unclear how much ti had passed when one day soone suddenly sought him out.
An unimaginably evil aura, reminiscent of the ti years ago when his village burned in flas, the wicked who blood sacrificed his parents.
Yet, it felt sowhat different.
Later, he learned they worshipped different gods.
The sect that blood sacrificed the village worshipped the Supre Eagle, the Master of Intrigue’s Jianqi, as he had heard.
But the person told him they belonged to the Terror Slaughter Sect, and there was no trust between them and the Jianqi Sect, and they even opposed each other.
If a sinner wanted to join their ranks, they were willing to help him avenge those people from back then.
At the ti, he disagreed.
He had no trust left in anyone else.
But the follower of terror pondered for a mont and made another suggestion.
"So... Are you interested in taking revenge on those who caused you to lose everything?"
Suddenly, he lifted his head, a fierce light gleaming in his eyes.
That person gathered a wisp of aura in their palm and said with a smirk, "Since you are Envy, the thing in my palm should feel familiar to you, akin to your own power."
"This is a wisp of Wrath, also the cause of all turmoil."
"To artificially create Wrath, soone in the Lokeshi Empire orchestrated all of this."
"The siblings’ deaths were an extension of this experint."
"So, do you choose to retaliate?"
Upon hearing this, he finally couldn’t help but lift his head.
His rage contorted him into a hideous specter:
"Can you help ?"
"We are terror, the epito of turmoil, the symbol of slaughter, and we intend to set the world ablaze." That person said to him.
So he agreed.
He was already mired in the swamp; now he had chosen to beco a demon.
"Then... Shall we discuss how to incite chaos in this city? Perhaps... Restart the experint? But this ti, it’s not Wrath, it’s you..."
From that day onward, he descended completely into madness.
The obsession that lingered in his soul was reduced to one.
And that was to ignite all those involved in the experint with his fury.
And you, you in the Lokeshi Empire.
You are the ones who deserve to pay the price.
...
Location: In a shadowy place, far from the Kalina Frontline
Helr, clad in armor and astride a giant steed of bone, turned to look at a presence in the shadows.
"Did you plan all of this?"
From the shadows ca the sound of staggering footsteps, revealing the form of a man in a black robe.
A cold voice echoed from his throat:
"Why would you think so?"
"Simply from the instinct of an intriguer, I believe you played an indispensable role in this process, wouldn’t you agree, Pontiff of Jianqi."
At these words, the lips beneath the hooded half-face slightly curled upwards.
"He might still believe even now that he’s truly the chosen one of Envy’s authority."
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