Chapter 327: God and King (3)

Chapter 327: God and King (3)

4.

The time in hell stopped.

This cant be.

The artificially made Colosseum.

Beneath layers of sedimentary rock, in the very center, Mutia, [The Ox that Harvests Ruins], with her hair disheveled like a field of golden wheat, shouted.

This cant be, no way!

Mutia took a step forward and swing her hammer swung in fury.

It exploded.

[The Ox that Harvests Ruins manifests its power.]

[A Music Box Only for You manifests its power.]

That explosion was blocked by Fox~nim.

But, if you think about it, it wasnt that such a thing couldnt be.

This cant be happening!

But, again, if you think about it well, it indeed wasnt the case that it couldnt be.

Fox~nim narrated in a theatrical tone.

Mutia gritted her teeth.

I am The Ox that Harvests Ruins! That is my alias, and my true name is The Eye of the Typhoon that Whirls in the Sea of Governance! Even if countless moments pass in the universe, I am like the eye of a typhoon, an absolute temporal coordinate that does not sway with any flow!

Absolute temporal coordinate? Whats that? Theres someone called Einstein in Gong-jas world, cant you go argue with him? Stop doing this here

Death King! I know how insignificant you are!

Mutia glared at me with fierce eyes.

As the power vanished, the vigor in Mutia eyes subsided, and Mutias eyes regained their golden hue.

I know your past!

From those eyes, the scent of a blazing sun was emitted.

Little child! You were but a seedling with nothing. A shabby one-room! A cramped bed! Portraits of idols hung on the wall like laundry! Werent you embellishing the void with idols that seemed to have [something] because you had nothing!

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You were a ruin, truly a ruin, because you had never achieved anything. Death King, no, before you were given the name Death King, you were indeed lacking nothing to become my follower! You were the perfect human to wish for a return!

Indeed.

Mutia, the constellation who governs time and regression, knows everything about what kind of human I was before I entered the 4000 days of nirvana- my entire history.

Well, of course.

I accepted the opponents omniscience.

If Mutia didnt know my past, then the [what if] world that unfolded just before wouldnt exist.

Mutia cornered me by manifesting her power.

She brought forth a version of me that had aged without gaining anything.

In that process, various hypotheses were formed by the power.

What if you hadnt met the Sword Saint.

What if you hadnt met the Sword Emperor.

What if you hadnt met the Flame Emperor.

Its possible with the Sword Saint. Just knowing me, proposing the hypothesis [What if you hadnt met the Sword Saint] is feasible.

But the Sword Emperor.

Especially, the Flame Emperor.

Unless you know my entire past, its impossible to even hypothesize.

Then, how was it possible?

How does [The Ox that Harvests Ruins] know about my regressed history?

Hamustra was a constellation that dealt with stories. It read the [story] of me as a human and figured out my regression. But how about Mutia? Because Mutia himself is a god dealing with time and regression?

While my mind rapidly touched upon guesses and sifted through deductions, Mutia, still with an angry face, shouted.

But what if your life, from the very beginning, was ruined by another regressor!

It was a statement that inevitably shattered my thoughts.

What?

Dont play dumb. You must have thought about it.

Mutia spread her arms.

[Why am I so unlucky?]

The words I had thrown out.

[Why cant I acquire even one skill?]

The words that many peoplehad thrown.

[Why cant I get even a bit of a fateful encounter, not even once a proper opportunity?]

I took a breath.

I exhaled.

If I say I never thought that way, it would be a lie. Yes, I did. Not just thoughts, but I also harbored a lot of resentment, and when the day was colored with resentment, the night was colored with alcohol.

Youve come this far with just one skill.

Mutia said.

With astonishing willpower, undying spirit, and relentless passion, pouring sincerity into everything that you encountered, you finally arrived in front of me, Mutia. Havent you ever found it strange? That you, without any notable talent, have paved your way here havent you ever doubted it was too miraculous?

That is

You would say its [thanks to meeting good people].

Mutia smiled.

That smile was as radiant as melted gold, and it lingered.

But no!

In that moment.

I realized this was the [final card] she had prepared.

Breaking the ground, creating an inescapable Colosseum, attacking with two hundred apostles, using her power to age me. And if I still hadnt been defeated by then.

A last strike, as if saying, try enduring this too.

-I feel like I shouldnt listen to this.

Bae Hu-ryeong muttered.

-Im not sure what secret shes about to reveal, but I have a bad feeling. When a Constellation harbors poison, it always brings about some useless disaster.

No, its okay.

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This was the path you were originally supposed to walk, the destiny that was originally given to you.

My heart raced.

All of it, taken by that bastard the Flame Emperor! He hogged it all! He monopolized it!

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The destiny that was rightfully supposed to be yours brushed past in vain, and the opportunities that were meant to be yours slipped through your fingers!

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In that world in the [original] world. In the original. In the main stream, you had no reason to endure 4000 times of suffering. You could have lived a satisfying life, diligently honing your inherently diligent nature.

Is that so.

Do you understand, young child? It wasnt that you were unlucky.

Had I, too, been living a life distorted by Yoo Soo-ha?

You had your luck stolen by someone else!

A thunderous roar echoed through the hells cavern.

Ill send you back.

Mutia.

To the real life you were rightfully supposed to live.

This is indeed a sharp poisonous hand.

But.

The life youre living now is fake. A mere illusion. This time, Ill ensure no regressor interferes with your timeline, allowing you to fully walk through your time. Ill let you walk a real life. Abandon your constellation. And join my retinue

Its too late.

What?

The moment Mutia retorted, my Infernal Heavens had already moved.

Whoosh!

The blade I drew sliced horizontally through hell.

Where the aura passed, the pillars of the temple misaligned.

They collapsed.

Like slicing through a white radish, the temple pillars blossomed by Mutias power were too easily bisected.

Its far too late.

Now, you bastard! What!

[Fake life] or [real life]. If you wanted to play word games, you should have come to me before I met Raviel, dazzled me before I met my master, persuaded me before I saw the smile of the Black Dragon Witch.

I glared at the blazing gold and said.

The Tower Master said I didnt live my best life. You say I didnt live my true life.

I spoke towards the beyond.

What makes a life fake or real isnt determined by the order of time. The Ox that Harvests Ruins. If there are people influenced by me, people Ive been influenced by, turning into love, friendship, and a hand that walks with me, that is precisely my true life.

I held my sword expressionlessly.

I am us. There are people who made me into us. And, we exist nowhere but in this world.

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Our true world is only here.

The Ox that Harvests Ruins.

Self.

Mutia.

Power, regression.

I have heard all the music your constellation could produce.

The first strategy.

Breaking the ground to trap.

Destroyed.

The second strategy.

Forcing into an inescapable artificial Colosseum.

Destroyed.

The third strategy.

Mobilizing a hundred apostles for a combined attack.

Destroyed.

The fourth strategy.

Using the power of the constellation to age the Death King.

Destroyed.

The fifth strategy.

Showing the original time to tempt, to make one join her retinue.

Destroyed.

Aiming for at least two objectives at once, and thus, to defeat me, a successor to the Sword Emperor, with five strategies, the constellation now had nothing left but a hammer to block my path.

First.

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I will take your pride.

A single strike.

Surely, Mutia swung her hammer, likely attempting to counter my attack, but the result revealed in this world after a moment was tragic.

Thud.

Long horns.

Among the things attached to both sides of Mutias forehead, the right horn, listlessly rolled away, caught in a sandstorm.

Ah.

And then.

[The Ox that Harvests Ruins existence becomes blurred.]

The radiant golden light dimmed a bit.

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