Chapter 519: 136. Completion
The time dial slowly reversed, back to when Gabriel was still on his way back, and Fisher was talking with Tang Zeming Asuka and Michael.
At this moment, under the Fifth Day, in a corridor of a pavilion near the top of the Fourth Day, a golden-haired angel in a flowing white robe, dragging her long garment, had already stood here for an unknown length of time.
She casually sat on the railing at the edge of the corridor, her legs dangling outside, swaying comfortably. The surface of her tilted crown reflected the dazzling light that fell from above at the solar ring.
In front of her blue and golden dispersed pupils, a dark stream of light flickered, and while she looked up at Fisher, her smile indicated that she was waiting for something.
Until behind her, a figure identical to her, “Hela,” slowly appeared at the end of the corridor. Only then did the Hela, who was as light as air here, make any other movements.
She turned her head to look but saw the figure behind her continuously morphing under the wrapping of chaotic breath until it completely squirmed, transforming back into a four-legged single-humped camel.
Then, the chaos that had been surging from the other party once again disappeared back into the body of the camel, and a strand of Hela’s golden hair quickly fell to the ground.
“Is it done?”
“Hmm~”
“The power of that little guy is too easy to imitate. If you want, I can help you mold another body. After all, in a sense, you can be considered as having a soul.”
“Hmm~”
Because this camel had consumed the Life Gospel artifact forged by Sorobato, part of the soul that burst forth from it ran into the camel.
The camel seemed to want to talk again like before, but all that came out was a melodious tune that made Hela laugh.
She reached out to touch the camel’s head that came over, then softly said,
“Then don’t, it’s time.”
“Hmm~”
She smiled and retracted her gaze that was connected to Fisher like a snake retracting its tongue, then turned and walked back into this unnoticed, unvisited corridor space. Around her, it seemed as if she was isolated from the entire Holy Realm and even the entire world.
Then, as her fingers slightly shifted, a twisted and constantly writhing odd substance emerged from her side. That substance seemed to carry the aura of the most pure fate in this world, yet because of its unique properties, it had now completely transformed into a chaotic form.
Yes, this was the creation of the True God that everyone had failed to find—the Loom of Destiny.
At this moment, it was dodging all existing gazes and hiding obediently beside Hela.
What does Hela intend to use it for?
The next moment, Hela gently waved her hand, and that fluid-like, constantly writhing loom spun towards her hand, flashing a faint golden glow.
In Hela’s deep, scattered pupils, at this moment, it seemed that darkness invisible to the whole world was about to spill out; her smile also gradually faded, although the curve at the corner of her mouth remained, it was filled with a kind of extremely indescribable indifference and terror.
She gently spoke to the loom with a breath as soft as orchids, her emotionless words instantly turning into some form of meaning rather than sound, quickly passing through the loom, reaching into the “Fate” it was connected to:
“A few guys hiding behind the barriers provided by ‘Secrecy’, deaf to the sound of their own bells; a few naive, childish thieves who think lost items have no owner; a few gods that this world reveres, yet are extremely timid.”
The transmitted voice carried extremely secretive information, like a melodious and indescribable song flowing through fate, waiting for someone to hear it.
“I am the silent audience, reading civilization and meaning, and also the conductor of a song and dance, an epic.”
“I have been staring at your predetermined end for a long time, but before that, I brought two gifts.”
“I brought an Apocalypse Prophecy and an Ally.”
Hela smiled slightly, and in her extremely playful gaze, there was a hint of something that seemed to want to devour all. In her eyes, the end of all things had already been engraved:
“The flame of the soul will ignite first, scorching everything in this world with fire.”
“Twisted life will raise colossal waves, erasing the rules that beings depend on for survival.”
“False gods from within the barriers will make the remnants of thieves have nowhere to hide, nowhere to belong.”
“Unremovable, your errors will compose an epitaph for you with song.”
That near-cruel wording had now transformed into the conclusion of this world, becoming a tumor, a curse, entwining the future like an incurable disease.
At the same time, the atmosphere of the entire world began to feel extremely oppressive, with every creature, every material, every moment, and every death, at this moment, enveloped in an indescribable sense of pressure.
Because, within the deep spirit realm of the world, the originally murky flow of souls began to become extremely agitated, as if something more primordial was pulling them, as if it were an ancient and unchanging law that penetrated everything.
The gods on guard in the spirit realm watched helplessly as an extremely terrifying crack opened at the edge of the spirit realm, accompanied by an unfamiliar, melodious song whose specific meaning was unknown, as an unprecedented “Invasion” and an exceedingly terrifying “Authority” were sent into this world.
Those infinitely nested, continuously twisting strange symbols seemed to be artificially separated, and soon, the essential nature of the authority was fully manifested.
Before the authority, as if something out of nothing was giving birth to endless power, without touching any flow of souls from the spirit realm, it had already begun to generate a very immature consciousness.
At that moment, a terrifying light quickly lit up on the authority, and it hung at the edge of the spirit realm, at the ultimate point, slowly pausing in place.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
That which made the gods palpitate naturally also manifested in the present world; all demigods and mythical beings looked up, staring at the sky, filled with extreme vigilance and fear, standing rooted in place, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
Even Fisher, who had just finished talking with Gabriel and left the Fifth Day, felt that sudden wave of palpitations. His body froze mid-air before he landed on a platform on the Fifth Day. Then, he looked up at the sky with a face full of cold sweat and disbelief.
Mother God?
At this moment?
Why, why did it suddenly—
He was left perplexed, as if trying to burn his brain to find an answer.
“Fisher, Fisher! Are you alright?”
Even Emhart beside him felt strangely distant, echoing as if layers of sound surrounded them. Thankfully, as his book bumped against his body, Fisher finally snapped back to reality. He turned to look at Emhart, who had an anxious expression and was worried about him, and said,
“I’m fine.”
“That’s good. What’s going on with the moon in the sky? Why did it suddenly—”
“I don’t know either. By the way.” Fisher struggled to stand up and looked at Emhart, suddenly recalling something, and asked him, “Just now, before I talked with Gabriel, were you about to say something?”
“What to say?”
Emhart, who had not yet recovered from the reunion with Fisher, was slightly stunned. Then, after thinking back carefully, his expression suddenly changed dramatically, going from relaxed to extremely tense. He shouted excitedly, reminding Fisher,
“Oh!! I almost forgot! Because I thought I was going to be separated, I forgot to tell you! Fisher! You guy can’t keep your lower half in check again! You, you, you! How could you—”
Fisher was slightly taken aback. He pursed his lips, knowing in his heart that he had indeed done something wrong.
Not to mention Hela, even the earlier phone call with Tang Zeming Asuka was something he didn’t refuse, so he had said, “If only I could really be that dedicated.”
Thus, he sighed and said to Emhart,
“I forgot that Gabriel took you to the Ideal Nation to see me. You don’t need to tell Renee about it; I’ll talk to her. Is that alright?”
He initially thought Emhart was morally condemning him because he told Renee before he left that he had reformed, but in fact, that was not the case.
“Who cares! What I was going to say wasn’t that! Don’t you know what state you’re in? You could change; that is that guy called Hela! That guy—”
“Hela? What happened to her?”
Emhart was quite irked by Fisher. Even if he had left Fisher’s side for a long time, he was still familiar enough to strike Fisher’s body with his book, exasperatedly saying,
“What do you mean what happened? She’s Baemon!! That Baemon! Do you understand?! You have no idea how terrifying that guy is; you have no idea what I saw in the Abyss—”
As he spoke, his words seemed to be choked by an unseen force, stopping him abruptly.
It was as if there was some kind of restriction coming from a being he feared immensely.
“We have to escape quickly, Fisher. Trust me; otherwise, we will definitely not have a good ending. Let’s get out of here, alright?”
In the end, the only words Emhart could say were this, but even so, Fisher could feel his burning urgency in his heart; otherwise, he wouldn’t have requested to leave this era immediately right after reuniting.
However, hearing his words, memories of many interactions with Hela flooded Fisher’s mind.
Baemon?
Hela?
Hela is Baemon?
But there are clearly no demons in this era, or rather, Baemon was originally not a demon; she was originally an angel?
No.
For some reason, what Youfiele had previously told him surged back into his mind.
At first, he thought it was content fabricated by Hela to tease him—Cupid and such.
But at this moment, reminded by Emhart, Fisher suddenly felt that it might not be the case.
What if much of what she said to him was true?
He was indeed very certain that Hela’s feelings for him were genuine, yet it could not explain why she was so concerned about him from the beginning.
What if she didn’t lie to him, just that he never discovered the true meaning behind her words?
His mind continued to replay every deeply meaningful sentence Hela had said, and a chilling feeling rose in his heart.
Right, and that game.
What did that game refer to?
“No, Emhart, I need to find her.”
Just as Fisher made up his mind to find Hela and clarify everything, he suddenly sensed something with an unexpected connection.
He turned slightly, only to see, not far below on the opposite side of the platform where he stood, a remarkably beautiful angel with golden short hair was smiling at him as usual.
“Hela.”
At this moment, she was still wearing the slightly tilted crown he had given her.
And beside her, the camel he had gifted her mysteriously appeared in the Holy Realm, even though originally only she and he had been there when they escaped from the Ideal Nation.
Her blue and gold dispersed pupils were filled with a smile, and she first raised three fingers, then lowered two of them as if symbolizing the consumption of something.
Three things?
While Fisher was still pondering, Hela was already making a cute bowing motion towards him.
As when Cupid had done to him before, with the release of the bowstring, she shot a nonexistent arrow into her chest.
Only now did he perhaps understand that the specific shape of Cupid’s arrow was probably just a regular arrow; the truly meaningful part was the process of marking and locking onto himself.
“Don’t worry, dear, even if the world is destroyed, you won’t be harmed.”
For some reason, those words suddenly flooded into Fisher’s mind.
Fisher hurriedly activated all his mythical power, wanting to rush to her side to clarify everything, but the arrow of love was too fast; Cupid’s drawing speed far surpassed all his movements.
In the distance, Hela simultaneously opened her mouth, and although Fisher could not hear the specific sound, he could read her lips and understand what she was saying now,
“Game has begun; we will see each other in the future, dear~”
“Hela!”
The next moment, the bow and arrow she had virtually held released.
At Fisher’s waist, the previously quiet power left by Renee immediately erupted, shattering all the fixed time around.
Before Fisher, everything began to twist, seemingly launched from the river of time like a bullet.
Unlike before when he lost consciousness, everything in front of him now passed by at high speed like light through the long years.
All was changing, countless voices, countless images, so fast that Fisher, as a being of the mythical rank and even a demigod, couldn’t capture a single piece of information.
Mountains and rivers shifting forms, civilizations perishing, suns rising and moons setting, the course of life and death changing.
However, that pair of scattered pupils’ eyes seemed to transcend time and space, eternally unchanging, locking onto him, watching him.
“Ahhh!”
Fisher could no longer bear it and let out a roar, losing consciousness entirely amidst the flow of time, allowing it to take him toward the unknown direction.
The era Fisher had left was now getting busy for all mythical beings, demigods, and deities.
But for the creatures and all things in the secular world, it seemed that nothing had happened; the sun of the second day rose quietly, letting the warm light shower the earth, awakening endless vitality and starting a new day.
On a deserted island far from the Dragon Continent, Tang Zeming Asuka was still holding the mechanism that had long lost its connection. She maintained her previous posture, smiling at the sea before her, in the spring warmth and flowers.
“Tang Zeming!”
Behind her, illuminated by the morning light, Mikhail slowly walked out of the woods. Upon seeing the figure of the woman sitting on the beach with the mechanism, he placed both hands in front of his mouth and called out to her.
“Mr. Mikhail?”
Tang Zeming Asuka turned around in a daze. When she saw Mikhail, she stood up and waved at him.
Mikhail jogged up to Tang Zeming Asuka and stopped not far from her, saying,
“Michael told me that Fisher has already left the Holy Realm, and I don’t know where he has gone. You should know, right?”
“Ah, yes, I know. I already agreed with Teacher Fisher.”
Tang Zeming Asuka smiled slightly and said to Mikhail.
Mikhail looked her up and down, suddenly nodding and saying,
“You and the Tang Zeming I first met have become different.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you have become much stronger, which is a good thing. What do you think?”
“Ah, indeed. I also want to thank you, Mr. Mikhail, for helping me a lot along the way.”
Mikhail took a deep breath and shook his head,
“No need for thanks; I won’t be able to help much from now on. By the way, Michael also told me that there is a serious problem on the Holy Realm and Tree Continent, and now all the demigods have entered the spirit realm. They, the mythical beings, are also on high alert, as it seems to be quite a big deal. This could be good for you, as those mythical beings might not have the energy to deal with you, and you could find a place to hide before making your plans.”
“Okay, I understand, Mr. Mikhail.”
“So, what are your plans? Mind sharing with me? I won’t tell Michael and the others.”
“What’s there to say?”
Tang Zeming Asuka smiled slightly, holding the mechanism, looking at the sea before her. After pausing for a long time, she said,
“From now on, I will continue to find the way to lead us home, but not just searching for the way back. I have a premonition, Mr. Mikhail, that there is not just you, me, and Margaret among these few who have transferred. It’s possible they have already come to this world without my knowledge, or they may come in the future.
“I mean, I will venture further down this path, leading them and correcting them, helping them to integrate harmoniously with this world. I don’t want us to make mistakes like Margaret again. I have begun to realize that whether it’s me, you, or Margaret, we all carry a kind of deficiency and regret in our hearts, and it is this deficiency and regret that brings about disaster.”
Mikhail looked at Tang Zeming Asuka, who was gazing at the sea and future, pondering. He extended his hand, covering his chest, murmuring,
“Indeed, that’s true.”
“Completion.”
“What?”
Mikhail lifted his head and asked in confusion, while Tang Zeming Asuka turned back with a smile,
“Ha ha, although it’s borrowed from a concept I once saw in anime, that’s roughly the meaning. Mikhail, I’m not afraid you’ll laugh at me, I just think that although each of us transferred beings may have deficiencies in our hearts, that deficiency can actually be compensated. Perhaps through my own strength, my future experiences and efforts, we can, to some extent, complete the missing part in our hearts in this way. This way, we might find meaning in harmonious exploration, find the things we pursue, and find our way home.”
Mikhail smiled slightly and said,
“How could I laugh at you, Tang Zeming? This is a noble ideal, but it also means that this path will be very tough.”
“I can do it, Mr. Mikhail. I might establish a place that can accommodate us ‘deficient individuals’. Ha ha, such an idea is indeed a bit revolutionary for this unfriendly world. Since that’s the case, let’s call it ‘Creation’, starting from the beginning, creating a new world.”
“I understand. Tang Zeming, although I have made a promise to Michael and owe him a lot that needs to be repaid, I will help you, using my mechanism. If you need any help, don’t be polite.”
“Ah, okay.”
Tang Zeming Asuka nodded with a smile, then she looked again at the vast ocean and sky before her.
As the sea breeze was warm, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling an unprecedented tension.
In front of her, countless challenges awaited her, but she had to take this crucial first step.
Teacher Fisher, do you see this?
Although the future is indeed very confusing, I have confidence, I will find a path belonging to us transferred beings by myself.
“Asuka.”
But at that moment, a familiar male voice suddenly sounded from behind her, seemingly calling her.
That was—
Teacher Fisher’s voice!!
She suddenly opened her eyes, seemingly in disbelief.
Could it be that Teacher Fisher was still worried about her, so after leaving the Holy Realm, he came to find her?
But didn’t they already agree?
In an instant, Tang Zeming Asuka’s heart was a mix of emotions. She was somewhat impatient to reunite with Teacher Fisher, feeling shy about facing her previously summoned emotions. She didn’t even dare to confirm whether she would have the courage to speak up a second time face to face.
But at the same time, she also felt a sense of unease; she worried that if she stayed beside Teacher Fisher, she might become weak and dependent on him again as before. She was even somewhat confused, not understanding why Teacher Fisher suddenly appeared here, going back on his word.
Just then, a large hand, the same as Teacher Fisher’s, covered her shoulder, bringing an unexpectedly bone-chilling cold.
Then she heard Teacher Fisher say from behind,
“Asuka, do you really want to rely only on yourself? You know, we are all standing here, wanting to help you.”
But but—
“But, Teacher Fisher, didn’t we already agree? Why—”
“Don’t forget, Asuka.”
Tang Zeming Asuka’s small face turned pale with confusion as she turned her head, as if there were thousands of questions to ask Teacher Fisher.
But when she turned around, what she saw was the handsome Fisher dressed in luxurious robes, clutching a string of prayer beads in his right hand.
His left hand reached out from the shadow of his heavy black robes, grasping firmly on Tang Zeming Asuka’s shoulder like shackles.
And he, under her puzzled and dazed gaze, smiled warmly.
He squinted his eyes and smiled at Tang Zeming Asuka,
“Recite the name and chant the Buddha; it is others’ power and original vow.”
(End of Volume Four: The Chapter of the Magic Lord’s Ten Thousand Years)
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