CapĂtulo 1198: Chapter 513: Burden
How does this name feel?
Clotho wanted to say it was fitting, because in her eyes, the world had created all things, so everything in the world naturally carried some kind of inherent debt.
Only the All Gods could exercise the Law, their existence was closer to the root of the worldâŠ
How does this name feel?
Clotho wanted to say it was fitting, because in her eyes, the world had created all things, so everything in the world naturally carried some kind of inherent debt.
Only the All Gods could exercise the Law, their existence was closer to the root of the world.
So many times, their âexistenceâ itself is repaying those owed things.
Under such circumstances, even if the world has long been destroyed, the essence of the All Gods can still bear some things.
Therefore, for Deity, they never cared about such âdebtâ.
Bearing the âOriginal Sinâ from the Creator is nothing to fear, after all, they wonât be accounted for.
However, in contrast, those non-divine beings are different.
When the world was still intact, they were like Deity, as long as they calmly obeyed the arrangements of fate, playing their role in the worldâs operation was fine.
But once the world itself began an uncontrollable Dissolution⊠then this innate âOriginal Sinâ would start to harvest their Life.
ââŠso itâs like this, no wonder Iâm so familiar with it, turns out they are fundamentally the same thing!â
âIn a world thatâs intact, All Spirits indeed donât need to worry about this, and even if they defy the track of fate, the âOriginal Sinâ basically wonât come knockingâbecause we bear the cost!â
With an angry tone, Clotho waved her fist in protest, swinging the lantern left and right in the air:
âBut the Fates canât help it, this thing was never something one or two gods could solve.â
âBesides, if this goes on, when we canât bear it anymore, whom will Mother Chaos blame for the responsibility?â
âItâs unlikely to calculate the âOriginal Sinâ of all beings like this Alien Realm, exterminating all living creatures with the Poison of Destiny, right?â
âBut without addressing your source, even if all people in the world were killed, it wouldnât help!â
No one answered her, because regarding the answer to this question, Laine also had only a few guesses.
No one knows, when a world itself is intact, yet predetermined fate is completely torn apart, what exactly would happen.
Relying on the Fates alone would surely not be enough, and without a deity to bear the cost, perhaps everything would end here.
The world would consider this just part of the Cycle, not worth excessive attention.
But conversely, perhaps all beings would witness the most terrifying scene.
He would think everything was on the wrong path, then overthrow it all, finally beginning anew.
Without precedent, thereâs no way to prevent it, but fortunately, Laine never intended to let things develop to this step.
Long ago, he was preparing for this.
Despite facing such matters, no preparation can guarantee success⊠but as long as the worst outcome doesnât occur, then what remains always holds the possibility of change.
Tap tapâŠ
Creakâ
Under the sound of decay, pushing open the door, Laine walked into the clay house.
Looking up, in front of him, bloodstains entwined with black and red twisted and wound, and the fisherman Andre tossed and struggled on the bed.
The counterpartâs consciousness had clearly begun to blur, even though he himself hadnât noticed.
Brown pus flowed from his body, dripping bit by bit onto the floor.
Influenced by true disease, the fishermanâs body prematurely began Dissolution.
ââŠCough, cough, cough⊠How nostalgicâŠâ
Unfathomable as to what he saw, in a daze, Andre murmured softly, fragile like a newborn infant.
Behind Laine, footsteps paused slightly, as Clotho, holding the lantern, hesitated.
She didnât disdain the fishermanâs filthy body at this moment, in the river of fate, she had witnessed scenes more unsettling than this.
She simply didnât want to approach the pus intertwined with the Poison of Destiny, this was an instinct possessed by any living being.
However, the next moment, Clothoâs eyes widened, staring intently at the figure in front of her.
ââWait, what are you doing?â
No response, but unlike last time, this time Laine truly had no leisure to respond to her.
Stepping half a step forward, he placed his hand on the fishermanâs forehead.
In an instant, a long-awaited pain surged into his heart.
Meanwhile, on Andreâs body, traces intertwined with black and red began to rise.
Following the touched palm, climbing towards Laineâs shoulder on the arm.
âŠ
In a fleeting dream, not knowing how long had passed.
Lying on his back on the wooden bed, Andre only felt as if he had a grand dream.
In his dream, he returned to the past, to the time when he was youngest, to the moment he first arrived in this world, even to the instant he first gained self-awareness.
From the perspective of an observer, he reevaluated all that was his.
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear.
Pain, pride, Faith, despair.
There were good times, and there were bad times, but there were more bad times.
After all, as an ordinary fisherman, Andre wasnât a particularly capable person.
Yet, for some reason, looking at his various pasts, he always had the feeling of watching a puppet on strings.
As if everything had long been decided, and his choices were merely rules from the void.
âThis is probably because Iâve experienced it once.â
A thought rose in his mind, Andre contemplated.
Standing in the present and looking back at the past, itâs perfectly normal to have this feeling.
But even so, a sense of regret still rose from his heart, causing inexplicable sadness.
Time continued to pass, in the fleeting dream, Andre once again experienced that cataclysmic disaster that could be called world-ending.
The Star Cluster fell like rain, the Sun descended, and everything in the world changed.
Yet, for some reason, upon seeing this scene again, Andre no longer felt the despair of the past, only a strange emotion rising from his heart.
As if some voice whispered to him, this is indeed a form of Destruction, but itâs also the collapse of the old shackles.
âHowever, not all liberation is good, just like slaves being freed, the first thing they get isnât freedom, but death.â
âBecause even the worst Order is better than no Order, even the best Chaos is worse than no Chaos⊠For people, the shackles of fate, heavy as they may be, are really just that.â
âUnlocking the shackles brings instead the moan of Destructionâdonât you think so, Andre?â