Chapter 788 I Will Carry Your Dreams

Chapter 788 I Will Carry Your Dreams

In this eye Cornelius thought he saw the past and the future, he saw a million worlds and lived a million lifetimes on each of them. He saw great cities and expansive ruins that spanned an entire world and the vision kept on coming.

Although this vision felt real, it also felt unreal, and it was impossible for him to differentiate which of these sentiments was correct because he instinctively knew that both sentiments were correct.

When it seemed that Cornelius was being dragged towards the heights of madness and beyond it, the eye spoke.

"ALL WHO ARE WORTHY SHALL WITHSTAND MY GAZE FOR THE SPAN OF SIXTY SECONDS... ACHIEVE THAT FEAT AND YOU SHALL BECOME A MINOR GOD..."

"ALL WHO ARE WORTHY SHALL WITHSTAND MY GAZE FOR THE SPAN OF THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX SECONDS... ACHIEVE THAT FEAT AND YOU SHALL BECOME A MAJOR GOD..."

"ALL WHO ARE WORTHY SHALL WITHSTAND MY GAZE FOR THE SPAN OF NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE SECONDS... ACHIEVE THAT FEAT AND YOU SHALL BECOME A HIGH GOD..."

The voice boomed in the plain and inside their consciousness at the same time with a language that they should not have understood but they all did.

No one here doubted these statements, there was a certain truth inside of it that was as certain as the sun rising and setting. This eye that made them feel less than ants, less than dust held the power to shatter the heavens and would speak nothing but the truth.

No, it felt as if it went even beyond that... what this eye spoke of would always become the truth!

Even on the brink of madness, this knowledge scared him.

Cornelius opened himself up to the possibility that he could become a god. In the entirety of Trion there were only seven gods, was it possible that he would become one of their number? Every wish he had ever wanted would be granted, he could finally fight for his freedom, and he could finally get his revenge for the countless years of torture. But would it come so easily?

"BE WARNED, YOUR LIFE WOULD BE FORFEIT IF YOU FAIL THIS RITE OF ASCENSION. PLEDGE YOUR SOUL TO THE EYE OF TRUTH AND ARISE."

A set of mysterious Runes appeared inside Cornelius's head, and he grasped the meaning even though the Runes were far too complex for him to understand.

It simply conveyed the fact that he was submitting the entirety of his being to The Eye of Truth, and in return, if he had the tenacity to fight for it, he could become a god.

Cornelius did not waste a single second in contemplating if he was willing to submit himself to the Eye of Truth. As a slave, he had never been given the chance to ever choose for himself, and if the opportunity of choice was presented to him to become a god he would take it, no better chance would he ever come across in this lifetime or ten thousand more lifetimes.

"DEATH IS THE PRICE OF FAILURE."

The voice of the supreme being slammed into his consciousness and Cornelius understood that whatever they were dealing with, this being was not a benevolent entity. Either they arose as gods or they would die.

Cornelius began to laugh inside, the stubbornness that allowed him to survive through three thousand years of torture became his foundation. With a cry of rage, he began to push himself from his prone position on the ground. If he would die, then it would be on his feet, for too long had he stayed on his knees.

With a cry from the depths of his being, his entire body surged up from the ground, he no longer hid from the pain but accepted it, drawing it deeper inside of him as he challenged it.

His body expanded from three hundred feet to a thousand and he felt as if he could crush the skies.

"Give me more!!!" He screamed as he stood on two feet and opened his arms wide. He looked to the sky and he would have sworn he detected a faint note of amusement from this eye.

"SIXTY SECONDS HAVE ELAPSED. YOUR SOULS HAVE BEEN SUFFICIENTLY PURIFIED. HEAD DOWN THE PLAIN FOR YOUR ASCENSION."

"Is it over?" Cornelius gasped, "But I can take more!"

"NO, YOU CANNOT, A SECOND MORE AND YOUR SOUL WOULD BE GONE. REJOICE CORNELIUS FOR YOUR SOUL IS NOW PURE, PICK YOUR PATH AHEAD AND BECOME A GOD."

Cornelius fell to his knees and looked around him, a new energy was slowly blooming inside his body, it felt so powerful that it scared him. He looked around him to rejoice and he was met with silence.

Of the one thousand people that arrived, only one other had survived. She looked across at him, and without saying a word she began heading towards the end of the field.

Her footsteps shook the earth.

He followed behind, dumbstruck. He knew the trials were difficult, having experienced it himself, but he had no idea that of them all only two would survive this process.

Cornelius did not feel sadness for their passing, in fact, he was aware that they should be envied. Having lived a life as slaves, the choice to pursue power was given to them, and even knowing they might die, they took the chance.

"Brothers and sisters, I will carry your dreams with me."

The field rapidly ended and Cornelius walked beside the woman who had paused at the edge of the field. He wanted to talk to her but her attention was focused downwards at whatever was ahead of them.