Chapter 192: Shaya Egut’s Justice (Two-in-one)
“I will… replace her.”
“Become your container.”
The quiet voice echoed in the vast, clear, and cold black iron hall.
The moment Shaya spoke.
The shadows that had been lingering all around suddenly intensified.
Becoming even more gloomy and sinister, carrying an unknowable, unspeakable danger.
Heiser clearly saw that the instant she heard Shaya’s answer.
From the shadow beneath the black iron throne, a subtle color flashed in the illusory brass-colored eyes.
Immediately afterward.
She felt a lofty, majestic will, bearing unspeakable taboos, slowly descend within her bloodline.
Boom—
Within Heiser’s body.
All the crimson-gold magic that was being gathered under her will, converging, on the verge of collapse, and about to explode completely.
Instantly, it calmed down again.
Like a dead, lifeless lake.
No matter how hard she tried, no matter how she put all her will and focus into reawakening that magic.
Her body seemed to have lost control.
As if all her power had completely drained away with the opening and closing of those brass-colored eyes.
Taking away all her extraordinary abilities, and also taking away all her power.
In an instant, she once again fell from the mighty and unfathomable legendary golden elf sorceress, who could confront the entire Council Hall alone, back to the mortal realm.
Heiser seemed to return to a thousand years ago, to the moment the Great Calamity broke out and the Royal Court collapsed.
And she became that powerless golden elf child again.
Bewildered, lost, and in despair… watching her parents, friends, and kin lose control, go mad, kill each other, and even devour the corpses of their own kin under the light of the Fallen Sun.
And she could only cry helplessly from the side, unable to do anything.
All the beauty, all the peace of the past, ended at that moment.
Then the Royal Court fell, and eternal night became a curtain obscuring the sky.
From then on, the golden elves fell into boundless darkness, until not long ago when light finally descended again.
But that was just an ethereal, fleeting illusion.
Light was fleeting, darkness was eternal.
So, all my struggles.
In the eyes of that entity, were they so vulnerable?
A bitter smile touched her lips.
Just now, Heiser thought she was using her own power to resist the curse and control of that ancient Sun God.
She thought she could use her own will, by self-destructing her mental power and magic, to buy Shaya a sliver of hope to break free from suppression and restraint, and escape the Astral Realm.
But now it seemed, how laughable it was.
With just a thought, the other party could take away all her power, turning her into a powerless child.
And her so-called persistence, resistance, and even self-destruction just now… were actually just deliberate leniency from the other party.
This ancient Sun God wanted to deliberately prolong her struggle, using this scene to slowly wear down Shaya’s will, making him surrender and agree to his demands.
It was like a turkey struggling and leaping before the farmer’s cleaver, thinking it could find a sliver of hope for survival.
But in reality, the farmer was just livestreaming, showing the audience in the stream how healthy and robust the turkey was, how tender its meat was.
The last bit of strength in her body dissipated along with her final will, falling into the void.
Her body went limp, and her slender figure tilted powerlessly, falling towards the icy ground.
But then, Heiser felt her body being caught.
In her final, hazy vision, she saw those human eyes again, and that familiar face.
He smiled slightly, with unspeakable heartache hidden in his dark eyes.
“Don’t let Him threaten you because of me…”
Before she could finish her words.
The next moment, Heiser’s last bit of strength was completely exhausted.
Her consciousness became hazy, spreading into boundless darkness.
But she still didn’t want to faint, her last remaining consciousness stubbornly refused to dissipate, flickering in the dark ocean.
Only fragmented, ethereal, and intermittent voices from afar remained.
…
Shaya caught the golden elf’s delicate body.
Then, with a gentle motion, he placed the half-conscious maiden in his arms down.
“So troublesome.”
“If I hadn’t made contact like this, I wouldn’t have known that the golden elf Shī Jiang I knew had such a fierce side to her.”
“However, I like Shī Jiang even like this.”
He smiled.
Then, Shaya raised his head again, looking at the black iron throne and the brass-colored eyes that opened and closed in the void.
“Is that enough?”
“I have already promised you, I will replace her and willingly become your container, your vessel.”
“However, I have one condition.”
“In exchange for me willingly giving up resistance and becoming your container…”
He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the golden elf maiden beside him.
Shaya gently squatted down, used his finger to wipe away the dust on her pretty face from the previous nuclear explosion, and then spoke again.
“I can’t control the other elves on the Lost Island, nor do I have the ability to.”
“But, you must return her freedom.”
“Not just the illusory freedom of leaving the Lost Island.”
“But to completely strip the divinity and fallback plans from her elven bloodline, so that she can completely escape your control, and no longer be bound by your authority over the elven race’s bloodline.”
Hearing Shaya’s words.
From the deep shadows, the illusory brass-colored eyes opened simultaneously.
Then, they fixed directly on Shaya.
“You think you have the right to negotiate with me?”
The illusory voice, with the majesty of an absolute superior, rippled out from behind the curtain formed by the shadows.
“Of course.”
“Because, humans who can reach my current level, let alone in the barren era after the Great Calamity.”
“Even looking at the foreseeable future, besides me, it would be difficult for another to appear.”
“You will never find a more suitable container, nor one with a better chance of helping you ascend to that higher realm.”
Shaya looked directly at the illusory brass-colored eyes.
His words were calm but carried boundless confidence.
“I believe that with the qualities I have displayed previously—”
“I have the right to propose such a trade and conduct a transaction with you.”
“And in fact, in your heart, you should have already realized this.”
Shaya spoke neither servilely nor humbly.
“Humans are not like the elves completely under your control; they are a race that no god has ever paid attention to before.”
“If I hadn’t actively given up resistance and fully cooperated with you, you would never have been able to complete the possession so easily, at least not in such a short time.”
“And you, in fact, are not as calm as you say you are; it’s not just because the Elf King’s body is decaying, but there is also external pressure forcing you to take risks.”
“If not, you wouldn’t have actively awakened your power, risking another loss of control, as soon as you sensed my existence, even though you haven’t truly reached the point of revival yet.”
Shaya looked directly at the Elf King’s figure on the black iron throne, radiating a decaying aura, seeming half-rotted.
“The Great Calamity was a catastrophe for the vast majority of ancient extraordinary races and the creatures of the Western Continent.”
“However, just like the principle of ‘one whale fall, all things grow’ in the endless ocean.”
“The fall of the supreme being who resided on the Throne of Heaven, overlooking all beings, also represented endless opportunities.”
“The total amount of divinity and authority in the Multiverse is eternal and indestructible; even if lost or fallen, it will eventually return from the distant Astral Realm.”
He smiled.
“You call yourself the remnant of that ancient Sun God, the Creator of the Glorious Era, and you have indeed inherited a part of His legacy, a part of His divinity and authority.”
“But you are certainly not the only one who has inherited the legacy of the ancient Sun God.”
“And how could those who have received that legacy not want to go further?”
“That was the supreme Throne of Heaven, worshipped by all beings.”
“Who wouldn’t want to become the sole heir of that ancient Sun God, to become the Creator of the new era?”
“Since that is the case, then you, the remnant of the ancient Creator in this unstable state, are undoubtedly their best prey, their best food.”
“If not, you wouldn’t have contacted me so patiently from the beginning, even revealing so many secrets of the Glorious Era to me.”
As Shaya spoke, the myriad illusory brass-colored eyes in the shadows flickered erratically.
Shaya felt that lofty will gaze deeply at him.
“Very good.”
“As expected of the vessel I favor.”
The vast and illusory voice, without concealing its recognition of Shaya.
“However, the fact that you agreed so quickly is somewhat beyond my expectations.”
This was true.
Although so many verbal promises had been made before, such as preserving Shaya’s self-will, and even helping him reshape his body and ascend to the Throne of Heaven.
But this ancient Sun God knew clearly that those who could reach this point were by no means fools.
Nor would they be easily tempted by such ethereal promises.
If he had agreed so easily, she would have doubted his intentions.
Abandoning oneself, ceding one’s body.
Such a matter could not be resolved simply by bringing up the name of the Creator of the Glorious Era.
But, it seemed now—
“Originally, it was just a few small attempts based on whim.”
“But now it seems…”
The illusory brass-colored eyes flickered.
Finally, for the first time, they fell upon the half-conscious golden elf maiden.
“Because—”
“So-called love?”
In that ethereal voice, within the originally indifferent divinity, a barely perceptible emotion was finally revealed, adding a touch of humanity.
“It truly caught me off guard.”
“I didn’t expect that despite all the promises I prepared, what ultimately made you agree was something as illusory as a dream.”
“For any legendary figure, regardless of race or preference in beauty…”
“They are merely products that can be obtained with a single thought.”
…
“There’s nothing I can do about it then.”
“There aren’t many people I truly care about in my life.”
“But Shī Jiang can be counted as one of them.”
Shaya smiled and looked at the pretty face of the golden elf maiden beside him, his eyes revealing a hint of tenderness.
“It’s quite ridiculous, really.”
“Even the rulers of ordinary human kingdoms know that when facing a criminal holding hostages, they must not compromise, nor should they consider the hostage’s safety.”
“Because if they compromise, there will be a second time, a third time…”
“But that is the most rational choice a ruler would make, but it is not my choice.”
Shaya said softly, “In my heart, these things that are like illusions in the eyes of great beings like you, things that are not worth caring about, are that important.”
“More important than the fate of the entire Lost Island, or the survival of the Elven Race.”
“Perhaps this will seem foolish, muddled, and reckless, but this is my justice.”
“If I were to violate this justice, then the human named Shaya Egut would cease to exist.”
“Since I would cease to exist, lose myself, I might as well take a gamble that you, the Creator of the Glorious Era, will keep your promise…”
“Upon returning to the Throne of Heaven, or even ascending further, you might grant me freedom.”
Shaya’s words were soft but carried unshakeable determination.
Causing the flickering of the brass-colored eyes to become uneven.
With His status, He could naturally discern the truth of some matters.
The deep affection and determination revealed in his words were not false.
He truly cared about that golden elf woman more than she had anticipated.
If not, this human named Shaya would not have entered the Lost Island for that golden elf, knowing the forbidden nature of the place.
“Fine.”
After a long time, the ethereal voice echoed in the hall.
“I can lift the divine restrictions and bloodline curses on that golden elf, allowing her to leave the Lost Island and granting her freedom.”
“However, I will only completely lift the bloodline restrictions after I have merged with you.”
“In fact, it doesn’t even matter if it’s just her, but all the remaining elves on the Lost Island.”
“You can trust my promise.”
“Whether it’s this pure-blooded elf or other mixed-blood elves, they have lost their value as containers or chess pieces. I will not break my promise to you for such worthless bargaining chips.”
“As for whether they will harbor hatred towards me after gaining freedom, or even seek revenge, it will all be meaningless once I reach that step. I don’t care.”
The brass-colored eyes looked at Shaya indifferently.
Shaya merely showed a faint smile and nodded.
“Since it is the promise of the Creator of the Glorious Era, I am naturally willing to believe it.”
“Very well.”
The faint shadows slowly dissipated.
And the gloomy curtain reappeared, slowly concealing the illusory brass-colored eyes, which gradually vanished.
“My current body is still under self-sealing and has not fully recovered.”
“It will take two months to break the seal, awaken, and prepare for the formal fusion.”
“During these two months, as long as you do not leave the Lost Island, you are free to act as you please.”
“Remember, the life of that golden elf is just a thought away from me. Even if you take her away from the Lost Island, or even flee into the Astral Realm, it will be meaningless.”
“In two months, we will officially begin our fusion.”
