104 Sin of Envy

1 Year...

5 Years...

10 Years...

A whole 80 years soon passed and the name, 'Dawn Wilkes' was forever lost in the sea of time that should never be remembered once more.

The clans of the past will have been taken over and improve in a more rampant manner while the voices of old will be forgotten and replaced by the new.

One shall eventually return to where they started and that is what Dean was currently looking at.

Gone was the confused youth who violently destroyed everything and fell into the clutches of melancholy.

Now an old man with nothing, he was forever to be mute and just watch.

Wrinkles, long grey hair; he was a fossil that would eventually crack.

Apathetic, cruel. The basic attributes that contributed to creating a monster but this old man had finally refused to continue on that path and hid himself to cultivating at the very peak of his capabilities.

Dean was able to sense the 'world's pressure', a force that made sure a cultivator wouldn't corrupt the world but he had no use for such power.

What good was it?

At one point, it seemed the [Battle Intent Manual] was a complete failure of a cultivation book.

It did not focus on the effect of longevity like most cultivation manuals, but instead battle competency, meaning Dean would most likely die of old age.

The most effective fuel that would boost your cultivation was - emotions, specifically revenge.

He was too tired and sick of everything that the [Battle Intent Manual] wasn't as effective as it once was but Dean was satisfied.

When he first escaped from the Zikel Clan as a youth, he first ran to a nearby village.

They were originally under attack from bandits but he had already demolished them to dust and earned the praise of the villagers.

Dean wasn't interested in any services they were willing to offer and instead watched the labor they did.

An uncomfortable feeling would always follow him.

The men who hunted with efficiency with honed techniques that executed animals and gathered food for everyone.

Women who spun silk, harvested herbs, tended to animals and children.

It was unfortunate as fate wasn't kind. Another bandit group attacked the place and Dean could remember their cries

"Why aren't you helping!"

There was an obnoxious feeling within his heart that he was never able to understand, until he looked at the beautiful landscape from above as an old man.

"All I've done is waste my life and done whatever I desire. Life is nothing more than a tiny grain of sand but it can still affect other people's lives. I think I understand that feeling"

It was a long time ago but he remembered that strong familiar feeling.

Jealousy, hatred, envy.

Christian had strength and power which is what I yearned for with revenge.

I achieved that and sabotaged him to go all the way and visit hell but then I had nothing else.

There was nothing....

But I then heard that I could do something by doing the one thing I was proficient in - revenge.

I took revenge for Ayesha by killing Pierre and Anne.

I took revenge for Leonard, Ellis and Alexander by killing the Wandering Demonic Poison King.

What else could I do?

Back to square one, I now arrived at nothing and just clutched to whatever I could find which happened to be his mother.

I wanted something entertaining to fill the void within my life by visiting that place and created drama to fulfill it.

Blinded by the success of others, Dean had forgotten the path in which they were able to get there.

If he was able to look much more carefully, a different ending could have happened.

It was such a simple solution back then but of course the eyes of a brat wouldn't be able to see through them.

I was so jealous of the people who were able to hold their child with pride and happiness.

I envied those with happy lives that used the skills they learnt for making money.

Compared to an old buffoon that only knows how to take away another's life for their own.

This selfishness is not necessarily wrong but it would not last in the long run as far as Dean assured himself.

In life, one will be able to feel a myriad of emotions, some more than others.

But the one thing that everyone in some point of their time will have at least 1 regret.

It is a painful moment where you wished you could just go back in time and avoid creating that 1 regret but that's not how life works.

Dean was full of regret for not being able to live such a simple life and decided to do one last thing with his dog crap life.

There was not much left to do with his life and so he returned to the cave that gave him the power to start everything.

He had beenwriting only the basic information that he received with the original [Battle Intent Manual] until he had around 30.

The very original one with the extra notes would be left in this cave with most of the precious resources and the blue orb.

His life was very limited which made him reckless as he looked at a book, [Dimensional Hop}

Whichever world it took him to, wherever environment he was brought to, Dena had a mission.

Hope that was given to him, the ability to carry out the emotions of desperation.

Dean hoped that whoever picks this up, may they actually put it to good use and be more responsible than him.

Dying inside of the ground would be a bland way to die but Dean had no idea how painful it could be.

This was the one last desire he will have and the last regret he may have.

The people who receive this book could be rampant tyrants, peaceful pacifists, Dean wouldn't know but he hoped they wouldn't be full of regret like him

"If you do receive this book, please think carefully - Dean"