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"Use it to ignite yourself, to fuel the flames, until this false sky is burned to ashes."

"Alright. If I can transcend fate..."

Bai Er placed his hand on his chest and uttered the vow he had never forgotten.

"In the name of 'Bearing the World,' I assure you: Enfal will never forget."

This is the final cycle. Once his companions arrive, he can launch a final assault on the god of "destruction"!

He carried with him the wrath of everyone, which he, "Kauslana," remembered!

"Take it... everything I've carried."

Caislana handed the ceremonial sword, symbolizing "years," to the White Evil of this world.

This is the key to unlocking the cycle of reincarnation.

Bai'e takes the "Years" and uses it to point to the shattered Caeslana.

With his arms outstretched, Caiuslan was prepared to die, letting the newborn White Eer kill him. He himself would become the fuel for the newborn White Eer's continued burning.

"Keep going, keep burning."

The ceremonial sword suddenly pierced his chest, which was flowing with golden blood.

Memories of immeasurable magnitude surge forth from it, fragments of countless reincarnations.

"As long as we don't go out..."

"The pursuit of fire will never end..."

Fragments of memory brushed against the "sun" on Bai E's neck, and golden blood flowed down.

Beyond fate, among the stars.

The god of "destruction".

Their gazes have already been cast upon the scene.

Which one will ultimately become the Great Lord of Extinction in Onphalus?

She preferred Bai E, because that way she could find a Great Lord of Annihilation to help her test the simulated universe, and just thinking about it made her excited.

Therefore, it's better for things like the Iron Tomb to remain undeveloped and die in the womb.

Chapter 143 The Loser

When a glimpse across time and space is cast.

The spark and the memory were delivered together.

A renewed anger and sense of responsibility reignited the dying embers of the fire!

Skirts fluttered, destruction surged.

A divine halo symbolizing the sun and the world is placed behind him, and two wings, one gold and one purple, unfold with a roar!

The golden rays of the blazing sun tinged the tips of my hair.

Caislan opened his golden eyes, the determination within them unwavering.

"Don't... bow down to Him..."

The blackest sword, the old firewood, the one to whom he entrusted the embers and memories, slowly turned to ashes and vanished at the end of this world.

This is the first handover of the flame, every handover of the flame, and also the last handover of the flame.

Caislan sighed softly.

The Black Tide, this world-destroying power, was easily gathered in his hand.

Then, he crushed it.

Time, which had been stagnant, began to flow again, and his golden blood was spilled.

Xing instinctively protected the pink Yiling beside her, but the golden blood did not harm them. Instead, it transformed into a barrier to protect them.

"Ah..." Xing and Mimi looked up at the same time.

In this world on the verge of collapse, Caislana, soaring ever upward, gave them a final smile, as always.

"Take it, Trail Blazer."

"May this blood be as authentic as gold, and never lose its luster."

She still remembered the scene in "What Is It" where the little pink thing transformed into a feather pen and Xi Lian embraced Xing. Even if they weren't the same person, they should have a very close relationship.

"Farewell, Star. Now, I will fulfill my final destiny."

"The oracle of the 'Savior' has no meaning for me. It should be given to a more suitable person, namely you."

"Kauslana, the one who bears chaos, is a name not belonging to one person. It is the embodiment of Cephalus in mythology, and also a synonym for 'hero.'"

"As the oracle foretold: 'You, "White Calamity," will bear the scorching sun until the pale dawn of "Pioneers"—in the epic you yourself have written, may this title accompany me."

"I never imagined that one day I would be walking alongside the 'savior'."

Walter looked at the star and couldn't help but smile.

Having explored this path, he was quite convinced that Xing was indeed worthy of the name and the responsibilities associated with it.

"Another attempt, another failure."

In a world on the verge of destruction, Rigus stands atop Dawn Cloud Cliff, once again "welcoming" the arriving Caislana.

"I don't intend to remind you how many times you've reached the end of history, but I will still give you the power to choose."

“If you don’t remember, let me tell you: this is the 33550336th termination.” Caislana stated the number without any emotion.

“Ah, a perfect number, what a wonderful coincidence. You and I both know that in these thirty million futile lifetimes, Onphalus has never changed.”

"Since the ending is already determined, why not extinguish the rage that burns the world and embrace your own destiny with greater dignity?"

As always, Lycus offered the choice of "destruction".

"..." Caislan remained silent.

"Your silence is longer than ever before, Lord Bai'e..."

"Can I understand this as: your will that has transcended countless reincarnations has begun to crack?"

“A rift? Ha…” Caislana shook his head. “No, I’m just disappointed. I’ve retrieved the memories of thirty million past lives, and I clearly remember the conversations before each decision.”

"I am disappointed by your repetitive and tedious rhetoric. If you are determined to carve a rift in my heart... then you should have used this incredibly long time to hone your uninspiring words."

"You've had countless opportunities to persuade those countless versions of myself from the past to lead me into the future you wanted. But what's the result now? 33550336 to 0."

"Tell me, Lycurgus—who is the loser?"

Chapter 144 I Bestow Upon You the Dawn Amidst the Burning of All Stars

"Hehehehehe..."

When confronted with Caiuslana's questioning, Rigus chuckled.

"Unfortunately, this is not a fair game. I have almost infinite time and patience, enough to meet you again at the ends of the earth billions of times, and even billions of times more..."

"But you can never get out of this cage. You can declare yourself mentally victorious—but you and I both know that when the score reaches 1 from 0..."

"That alone is enough for me to sing the triumphant song of 'Recreation.'"

Standing beneath Cephalus's body, Lycus spread his arms wide, as if he could see the day of victory.

But Caiuslana laughed too.

His laughter was sarcastic.

"Hahaha……"

"Lord Bai'e?" Lai Gushi was somewhat curious about the sudden smile.

"Your incompetence disappoints me, but what truly makes me laugh is your oblivious arrogance," Caislana said mercilessly.

"Think about it carefully! In this story, who is truly the bound prisoner? Who has been enslaved to this day by a boring 'revenge,' mistaking the courage to defy the gods for foolishness?"

“You’re right, perhaps I should get tired of this endless futility. But even so, I will not accept your charity of relief.”

"Because you are both a slave of God and my prisoner. What qualifications do you, a mere prisoner, have to discuss fate and choices with me?"

"—What right does a mere prisoner have to meet my wrath?!"

Even in this test field he designed himself, there were still some entities that managed to evade his observation through certain methods.

But he no longer intends to search for these hidden things.

A flash of sword light, and Raikoushi's head fell to the ground.

Just like the past thirty million lifetimes.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A series of electric shocks and laughter emanated from the severed head that had fallen to the ground; Lai Gushi was still laughing.

“You know it’s pointless. You can’t kill me.”

Caislana's response was simpler and more sarcastic:

"Of course, I'm just tired of being treated as an evenly matched opponent by a worm raised by a god."

【Kauslana looked up in the direction of Cephalus, his gaze passing through the world Cephalus carried, through all the falsehoods, and looking directly at the god above time and fate.

“Creator of Destruction, listen carefully: this cry comes from all your abandoned creations—”

He lowered his head and slowly recounted his unwavering commitment throughout these thirty million lifetimes:

"In the tenth cycle, I will plunge the Dawn-Slaying Blade into the heart of every Titan. Golden blood will flow down my fingertips, and the excruciating pain of the divine fire will almost make me give up the struggle—but I will persevere."

"In the ten thousandth cycle, all my former companions have become my enemies. The endless killing has made me forget what pain is, and the heavy void almost swallowed me up, forcing me to stop fighting—but I persevered."

"In the ten thousandth cycle, 'destruction' has long since coalesced into a blazing sun, churning within this fragile shell. Reason was burned away at the very beginning of the era... But even with only this shattered body remaining, I still persevered."

"The 23,570,000th reincarnation... This time, I felt it. Within my long-hollowed-out chest cavity, a flame, different from the obsession with saving the world, was rising..."

"Relying on its faint light...once again—no, countless times—I persevered!"

He closed his eyes, as if he was enduring something.

"Now, a sun is about to set, and it will incinerate this absurd spacetime in an instant—"

"It is me—the countless versions of myself in the past—and my countless compatriots who were not born into this world willingly, who are repeatedly drowning in your golden blood, the purest hatred and the most blazing rage formed from all the pain and despair in this world—"

He raised his head again, his golden eyes wide, staring straight into the sky!

"Nanook, you arrogant fool! You think turning us into firewood is our fate? Fine, then so be it, let the firewood burn!"

"If I was born a blazing sun of 'destruction,' then you and your minions will all become the flares of my eruption! And then, let this raging fire, which has burned futilely for thirty million epochs, engulf everything—"

"—I grant you the dawn amidst the burning of all stars!"

"—Give Him the dawn that burns all the stars!"

P.S.: I suddenly realized that the PV I'm about to start has already been played ( ) but the atmosphere is already there, so I'm going to write it again and then watch the PV from the audience's current perspective ( ).

Of course, you can gloss over the mention of water if you think it's okay.

Chapter 145 The Sword No Longer Pointed at Companions

[>>>Warning! Warning! Warning!]

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"■■Detected■Abnormal▇▇“Destruction■Abnormal▇▇Extinction”■High▇▇Nano■Energy▇▇Nu■Reaction■▇▇■▇▇"

In a state of chaotic darkness.

The boy's carefree laughter slowly rose into the air.

A wisp of flame ignites, illuminating the boy's running figure.

Beneath that flame was a constantly increasing number.