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Chapter 40 May this journey ultimately lead to the stars!
Chapter 40 May this journey ultimately lead to the stars!
There was no trace of Rakshasa power left in the Papal Palace.
The divine shadow behind Bibi Dong, the whispers in her mind, the divine test mark within her body —
Everything that belonged to the Rakshasa God vanished with that snap of his fingers.
Dead silence.
Bibi Dong stood frozen in place.
The frantic, struggling, and painful expressions on her face froze.
Instead, there was an extreme sense of shock.
She could no longer sense the power of the Rakshasa.
I can't feel it at all.
That's it—gone?
Was it casually wiped away by that masked man?
That person was once supreme in her heart.
The Rakshasa god who represents her future "divine position" ———.
Just like that—crushed to death like an insect?
This power—
This was completely beyond her comprehension.
An absolute and willful power that disregards deities —
"Hahaha----"
Intermittent breathy sounds came from Bibi Dong's throat.
After the initial shock subsided.
An unprecedented, burning desire that almost set her soul ablaze.
It's not like the Rakshasa god who needs to be tested.
A desire for service and a contractual power.
That's too basic!
It's about this situation right now!
Do whatever you want! Subvert the rules!
They regard gods and demons as worthless!
To crush all predetermined fates into a source of joyful laughter.
The absolute freedom, the chaotic power!
She suddenly looked up.
I looked at the masked man who was still leaning back comfortably.
The madness in her eyes had not yet faded.
But it has been overshadowed by a more fervent and devout worship!
That is the worship of pure "power" itself.
The worship of the possibility of "breaking everything"!
"Is this... the power you've been talking about?"
Her voice trembled with extreme excitement.
"The true power that can easily annihilate gods?"
The masked man seemed quite pleased with her reaction.
That cheerful tone returned: "Did you see that?"
This is the real surprise!
This is the right way to break the script!
If an insect gets in your way, just flick it away.
How simple, how fun!
He slid forward a step, his finger once again lightly touching Bibi Dong's forehead.
This time, there were no obstacles.
A purer and more intense power of "pleasure".
It flowed into her body like a joyful stream.
"Rakshasa? That kind of boring old script."
"I am no longer worthy of your new, chaotic soul."
"Now, you are my chosen messenger of pleasure!"
Go have fun!
Go and take away all the dramas, all the tragedies, and all the destinies of this world.
Let it all turn into a grand, hilarious, and absolutely mind-blowing spectacle!
Bibi Dong felt the newly generated chaotic power within her body, full of infinite possibilities.
Feeling the complete collapse of old constraints.
An unprecedented sense of "freedom" and "destructive desire" filled his entire body.
Her mouth stretched into a huge, twisted grin.
A smile that is remarkably similar to that of the masked man.
"As you wish—"
She lowered her head deeply.
His voice was filled with fervor and anticipation.
"My Lord of Pleasure."
"A wise choice!"
Aha—! ! !
He clasped his hands together, then suddenly opened them wide.
Make a "blooming" pose.
But the next moment.
The masked man suddenly fell silent.
But that's not enough, far from enough!
"Fun! We need more layers of fun!"
The stage of this world is too small, and the actors are too monotonous!
Let me think about it—
He tapped the smooth chin of his mask with one finger, feigning deep thought.
He paced around Bibi Dong, who was still in shock and fervor.
The steps were sometimes like a waltz, sometimes like a penguin's waddling.
"Hmm—a desperate avenger, I've got it."
The tragic dragon descendant has arrived.
The savior, burdened with bitterness and hatred, and his old companions also appeared.
There were even voyeuristic glances.
But I always feel like something's missing—"
He was jumping around when he suddenly clapped his hands: "Oh!!"
Yes, yes, yes!
How could I have forgotten the best flavor!
He laughed so hard he was shaking, as if he had discovered the most interesting secret in the universe.
The foolishness of "not exploring" leads to crashing into a wall.
Where do all these unexpected ruins come from for us to enjoy?
Without the naivety of "not pioneering" to ignite the spark.
How can we then illuminate more dark canvases that can be painted on?
balance!
A balance is needed!
How can we, the villains and tragic heroes, be enough?
"We absolutely need a group of passionate main characters!"
He snapped his fingers.
The hum hangs high above the "celestial canopy" at the pinnacle of all beings' perception.
Responding to the call and changing!
[Ten legendary scenes, Act Two begins!]
[One of the most memorable moments: The Trail Blazers!]
A new title appeared on the sky.
"Here it comes! The climax!"
The masked man pulled out a bucket of virtual popcorn from somewhere.
I sat in a rocking chair made of shadows.
He crossed his legs.
The celestial screen unfolds.
The first one to appear.
It is a roar that pierces through an endless sea of stars.
It is connection, it is road construction, it is the first spark of civilization.
It is the pride of leaving footprints in a place where no living being has ever been before.
[Akivili, the Star God (who has fallen)]
【Taking Control of Destiny: Pioneering】
[Status: Defeated]
[Overview: The original pioneer, the founder of the nameless path.]
Its will is not one of destruction or domination, but of connection, exploration, and construction.
Even though they have perished, their pioneering spirit continues to be carried on by those who come after, forging sea routes across the cosmos and passing on the flame of civilization.
"Look! Another one dead! But at least their death was creative!"
The masked man pointed to the sky.
"Immortality" is dying in an eternal dream.
"Pioneering" means dying on the road ahead!
How tragic! How—perfect for a comedy adaptation!
Immediately afterwards, the image focused, revealing more detailed visuals.
That is an interstellar train leisurely sailing through the vast sea of stars;
It is the moment when, faced with a desperate situation, everyone puts their hands together, their eyes burning with an indomitable light;
It was a gray-haired figure, holding a flamethrower or a baseball bat.
Shouting "Rules are meant to be broken!", they charged at what seemed to be an invincible enemy.
Adversity sparked a series of seemingly foolish yet exhilarating charges.
"The Successors to Destiny—The Pioneers"
They are the passengers of the Star Train, the contemporary practitioners of the spirit of "nameless travelers."
They may be confused, they may be weak, but a flame that resonates with Akivili burns in their hearts: a curiosity about the unknown, a challenge to adversity, a yearning for connection, and a steadfast belief that there are still more possibilities in the future.
They may not be heroes, but they are always on the path of pioneering. And this path itself opposes all forms of destiny and ending.
The image finally freezes on a simple, yet seemingly vast, train ticket silhouette, next to which is a line of shimmering text:
May this journey ultimately lead to the stars.
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