Chapter 1091: Chapter 35: No Path to Immortality in This World (97) — Rational Anger
In memory, Count Dekreya had never experienced such pain as he did at this moment.
If pain were to have standard levels, what he endured must have exceeded the highest level by multiple times, tens of times, even a hundred times over.
Extreme pain, on the contrary, created an unprecedented focus for Count Dekreya, as countless memories flashed before him like a merry-go-round—he couldn’t help but angrily realize certain things.
The agent of the Origin before him seemed a bit different.
The rightful agent of the Origin was not unkillable…at least, the Royal Power could kill it. Legend has it that The Eternal Emperor personally killed the rightful agent and took his place—but with the death of The Eternal Emperor, the position of the rightful agent was vacant, leading to the power struggles among the candidates in the ‘midnight’ domain.
His teacher, Cicero, became a loser in that struggle and exited the stage!
Thus, Count Dekreya was convinced that the rightful agent of the Origin could be killed.
But…if the rightful agent had bee unkillable…what exactly had happened? When did the Origin change the rules in this regard?
Once the rightful agent became an immortal existence, what meaning would all the candidates in the ‘midnight’ domain have? This was simply…simply unfair!!
Unfair!
Count Dekreya screamed madly in his heart.
However, the hand gripping his head prevented him from uttering a sound.
At this moment, he felt like he could perceive all the pain of the outside world, with the pain infinitely magnified, yet he remained unable to vocalize, like a vegetative person unable to make any reflex actions—this predicament was even more unbearable than death to him.
Time seemed to be sliced into countless segments, and he was forever trapped in each segment, even silently counting the passage of time, yet still unable to escape, having no choice but to fall into an endless cycle.
Who knew how long had passed.
Finally, when Count Dekreya’s consciousness was on the verge of collapsing, the pain he was enduring suddenly vanished pletely.
This gave Count Dekreya an almost blissful feeling of being thrown from the depths of Hell into heaven. But just as this happiness came suddenly, it was also extremely short-lived, because in the next instant, he had to endure once again, with the pain infinitely magnifying.
Like being burned by flames, like being frozen by cold ice, like being corroded by strong acid, or being torn by wild beasts…in his mind, every sensitive part that should have existed when he had a real body was now being pierced by red-hot steel needles…
Once again his sanity was on the brink of collapse, and all the pain disappeared at this moment—he once again experienced the bliss of being thrown into heaven, but after a very brief moment, he was cast back into the hell of pain again.
How many times? How many times? How many times?
Countless times…and his spirit gradually became numb, unable to endure such pain any longer.
Finally…perhaps it was just an illusion, but finally, Count Dekreya felt the pain once again moving away from him.
This time, he did not feel the happiness of being cast into heaven.
He simply felt the pain e to a stop.
When Luo Qiu’s hand released his forehead, Count Dekreya collapsed directly to the ground with a thud.
His eyes were unfocused, his body was convulsing non-stop, his lips were trembling meaninglessly, and he was breathing a simple yet painful gasp.
“A hundred years.” Luo Qiu coldly watched the convulsing Count Dekreya, “I let you endure all the extreme pain I could imagine in the spiritual world, for a hundred years. But…”
Count Dekreya’s eyes gradually regained focus, Luo Qiu’s face became clearer in his vision…instinctively, Count Dekreya closed his eyes.
He dared not look.
“But.”
Luo Qiu once again lifted Count Dekreya’s body, grabbing his neck, “Even so, it’s still unable to dispel one percent of the anger in my heart. I really dislike this state…what is the right way to torture you.”
“Give…give me a quick death…” Count Dekreya’s voice also trembled, “I beg you…”
Like a collection of all horrors…such calmness, yet made Count Dekreya shiver from the soul level…he couldn’t even distinguish if the person before him was the rightful agent of the Origin or an enraged Devil.
Luo Qiu calmly said, “This really isn’t right…My emotions have lost control. Simply killing you won’t calm my emotions, which is even worse. Everyone has a less pleasant side…clearly, I’m no exception. But it seems it has been suppressed for far too long.”
“What…what do you want to do…” Count Dekreya’s whole body trembled.
“A hundred years is not enough, a thousand years, ten thousand years?”
Luo Qiu stared at Count Dekreya, his expression extraordinarily calm, “Or how about an endless time, always enduring such pain? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t go insane, always keep your rationality…I’m even planning to keep you in a state of constant positivity. You know, as long as I want, I can achieve it…Just a single thought.”
“Gaia…It was all because of Gaia!” Count Dekreya said in terror, “I don’t know why you came back, why you could e back, and even became the rightful agent of this generation…but, but I can use my technology to revive her! I…I can make her bee a true female Tsar emperor! As long as you spare me…I’ll pletely submit to you! I’ll give you my loyalty, everything I have!”
“I said, as long as I want, I can do anything…I’ve always known this. But I’m afraid once I get used to that state, all things will bee uninterested for me.”
Luo Qiu shook his head, “You understand? I don’t need any of your allegiance…so, what you have left is only the value of dispelling my anger.”
“I won’t accept——!!!!”
Count Dekreya roared in anger.
“Right, I just remembered a good idea.”
Luo Qiu suddenly let go of Count Dekreya, who looked stunned, “Cicero seemed to have left you a difficulty…actually, telling you doesn’t matter, your teacher seemed willing to let you inherit everything of his—but he didn’t like the idea of you getting it so easily, so he left you with some challenges. But…just to leave you with suffering, without ensuring you’d definitely inherit it.”
Count Dekreya could only feel his body slowly disappearing…the Heteromorphic Origin within him was gradually extracted…separation!
His consciousness and the body constructed by the Heteromorphic Origin were directly separated by Luo Qiu’s Will.
“I will grant you a body.” Luo Qiu said, placing a finger on Count Dekreya’s cluster of consciousness, “But only a very fragile body, perhaps you won’t even be able to defeat a wild dog.”
A weak and powerless body slowly emerged, into which Count Dekreya’s consciousness was slowly merging—he suddenly opened his eyes, the unprecedented weakness terrified him!
“Finally, I’ll let you enjoy a legacy game that you will never be able to plete…”
Luo Qiu’s voice gently echoed in the control room, like a whisper by the ear, made Count Dekreya’s nerves taut, and his heart—his current heart—beat frantically.
“You will be undying, and the things you dream of will always be within reach but you can never truly touch them…”
As if directing a simple play, scripting an unchangeable script…Luo Qiu’s voice drove Count Dekreya to despair, making him kneel down powerlessly on the ground.
“You will always stay optimistic and positive. Even when you feel dejected, you’ll pull yourself together…”
The script continues…
Count Dekreya, fearful and curled up in his new body at this moment, nervously bit his fingers.
“Indeed, each failure will bee your motivation. The desire for what you hope for in your heart will repeatedly bee your driving force… You will strengthen your belief every time until you feel that you might be omnipotent, until… you fail again, and then you keep trying, then fail, try again, but still fail. Thus, you are trapped in an endless cycle like this.”
“Stop talking!!!!!!!”
In the control room, Count Dekreya clutched his head in pain, emitting a voice that sounded like a tear in his lungs.
At this moment, he only felt darkness before his eyes, his consciousness fell asleep suddenly, and his mind frantically resisted Luo Qiu’s voice… resisted the ‘game’ he described, instinctively shutting down all sensory perceptions.
Count Dekreya then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Only then did Luo Qiu close his eyes, taking a deep breath slowly.
…
When he opened his eyes again, his expression was no longer so indifferent—Luo Qiu slowly exhaled once more, simultaneously spreading his palm.
A swirl of black mist lingered in the palm of his hand.
Luo Qiu clenched his fist, dispersing the black mist… His expression softened once again, “Much better.”
Afterwards, Luo Qiu walked to the front of the girl who had collapsed on the ground.
She was obviously unconscious, now leaning against the white pillar, her scattered hair nearly covering most of her face.
Looking at the girl who seemed to have peacefully fallen asleep, the remaining anger in Luo Qiu gradually faded away.
He used his hand to smooth the disheveled locks of her hair and wiped away the tear stains on her face.
“In my memory, there’s you… but this clearly isn’t something that belongs to my current self.” Luo Qiu’s fingers rested on the girl’s face, feeling the delicateness of her skin, “So… what are you to me then.”
The girl’s eyelashes quivered slightly a few times, seemingly about to awaken.
Luo Qiu picked her up at that moment… his body’s actions seemed to move faster than his thoughts.
He took a glance around the control room, observing Count Dekreya lying on the ground, muttering, “It seems like Cicero’s final torment to you is me.”
With that, Luo Qiu disappeared from the control room—and at the same time, along with the disappearance, was the ‘Book of Araiye’ placed on another pillar.
…
…
A figure flew up from below.
Daoist Bai Jie was currently being carried by the maid by the collar, thus brought back to the square outside the Penglai Palace—and without a doubt, a group of visitors who were originally not on the square appeared in the maid’s sight at that moment.
Among them were Long Xiruo and Su Zijun and others.
“Master.”
Upon seeing Su Zijun appear out of thin air, Ms. Jessica was initially startled, then sighed in relief, immediately running to Su Zijun’s side—only, the Raxia’s assault did not cease.
A light cannon was already behind Jessica at this moment—Su Zijun’s expression changed slightly.
But at this instant, a flash of black light brushed past, and the light cannon about to hit Jessica was instantly dissipated without a trace—Jessica was shocked, and as she regained her senses, she found that the maid in the distance had just saved her.
“Ms. Jessica, please do not leave the safe distance,” You Ye calmly said at this moment.
“I’m sorry,” Jessica quickly replied.
“It’s already okay,” You Ye shook her head.
But what she referred to as ‘okay’ didn’t mean Jessica had narrowly escaped—it was that the massive Raxia in the sky had halted its frenzied light cannon assaults.
Everything came to a standstill—yes, it unknowingly stopped everything.
Only now, the entire Penglai Treasury looked as if the land had been struck by a meteor shower, pockmarked by thousands of indentations—the lush forest, the magnificent landscapes, those treasures and riches placed outside that would make people pursue, make people go crazy, there might not be much that could be left preserved now.
Xuanyuan Palace still tenaciously floated in its original location—like a city in the sky, levitating above the mainland.
The Raxia that took to the high skies, hovering still and unmoving.
Only then did they notice its enormity, like a giant diamond crystal, reflecting metallic luster under the sunlight.
At this point, Da Zhe returned—he didn’t know from where he broke off a long, thick branch, poking it at Wang Hu’s back—just like that, the belt on Wang Hu’s back pants hung him back.
By the way, Da Zhe had a few crushed leaves stuffed up his nose, looking honestly like a worker who just came back from spreading manure.
“All accounted for,” the maid didn’t even spare Wang Hu a glance at this moment.
She looked towards Long Xiruo and the group, then lightly swept past Daoist Bai Jie, and then it was Qin Chuyu, calmly saying, “You may all leave.”
The maid opened a twisted portal on the square.
Seeing the situation, Da Zhe said nothing further, throwing the custom pole in his hand away—along with Wang Hu on it into the fissure of the passage, only then pinching his nostrils to blow out the crumpled leaves.
At this moment, Long Xiruo frowned slightly—she didn’t know what had happened on the Raxia and was somewhat unwilling to leave like this.
“Please,” the maid gently gestured with her hand at this moment.
“Go!” Long Xiruo gritted her teeth and said, turning around and entering the passage.
After that, Gui Qianyi and Ghost Baby had to support Xiao Shengmo, following along—at this moment, Su Zijun thoughtfully glanced at the Raxia in the sky before also following—Jessica had no choice but to tag along quickly, but before leaving, she still greeted the maid.
Watching the crowd entering the portal one by one, Daoist Bai Jie let out a long sigh, murmuring, “Let’s wait for Boss Luo to e back… This business still needs to be finished.”
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