Chapter 656 - Scythe (6)
Chapter 656 – Scythe (6)
[Vimalacitra descends!]
All gods gasped upon seeing the message pop up on the seventy-seventh floor.
[All gods are confused!]
[All demons are nervous that they might get on Vimalacitra’s bad side!]
The demons were speechless. Vimalacitra was like the Asura King from the demonic societies, rivaling the king of gods in the godly societies long before the Tower had been created. Although there were legends that he had been defeated in a fight with one of Deva’s strongest supreme gods, Indra, but at the time, he had only lost due to numbers, not individual strength.
Furthermore, Vimalacitra had repeatedly pushed Indra near destruction, so when determining who was most threatening, no god in Deva could equal him. Recently, he had even stepped out of Jie Sect and was roaming the world alone. Now that the message of his reappearance in the world again popped up, many swallowed nervously.
“…it’s been a while since I’ve breathed this air.” An old man who had a sword taller than himself slowly opened his abnormal eyes, which flashed. “Is this the Tower’s lower world?”
Dududu…! The old man had only opened his mouth to speak, but the stage trembled.
“I like how fresh the air is. It’s too musty up there now, so it’s boring.”
Contrary to his statement, the current atmosphere of the seventy-seventh floor was far from fresh. The more intense the gods’ attacks, the more magic power Allforone released onto the stage. Space twisted and turned while the natural laws were crushed, leaving a ruined atmosphere. It was hot and displeasing—heavy and uncomfortable.
All the rankers that had followed Yeon-woo into the seventy-seventh floor were feeling nauseated. They froze up, wondering what they were doing and where they were at. It was a battlefield where even the gods were having difficulty.
But Vimalacitra described it as “fresh.” Although the Asura race had been combined with the Jie Sect because they were small in number, they were a group that was born to fight. And since Vimalacitra was the king of such a race and was praised as the king of kings, battlefields were like a safe haven for him.
Peace came to the heavenly world after Malach and L’Infernal made a pact and Lucifer’s wings were clipped. No one messed up the order of the heavenly world any longer. Thus, these past years had been extremely boring and exhausting for Vimalacitra. However, this age of confusion centered around Yeon-woo made him feel alive again, and his frozen heart began to melt. Now, it had finally melted him into action.
The raid of Allforone—it was the greatest battlefield to be made after the gods and demons were trapped in the heavenly world. However, Vimalacitra wasn’t interested in Allforone or creator gods made anew. He wanted Yeon-woo. He needed to find the one who had called him here. His attention was focused entirely on the new king of gods.
[Many gods are astonished at the scale of divinity being exuded from Vimalacitra!]
[A few gods stand tensely at Vimalacitra’s appearance!]
“And the way all these fools blabber on is the same as ever. Humph!” Vimalacitra stopped breathing in the heated atmosphere of the battlefield and smiled twistedly. His tone was grave and scholarly, with a hint of certain arrogance.
Even though he tried to ignore it, Vimalacitra felt countless gazes focused on him as soon as he descended. They were full of fear, wariness, horror, confusion, admiration, and many other emotions. He scoffed. “It would be best for you to look away before I pull those eyes out. I’m not interested in you idiots that are blinded by reputation and believe in strength in numbers.”
[Many gods frantically look away.]
[A few gods feel insulted at Vimalacitra’s mockery.]
[Very few gods express resistance toward Vimalacitra. They show hostility.]
“Humph! Hostility?” Vimalacitra stroked his chin with his hand and scoffed.
“I suppose it would be best…” Vimalacitra gripped the black handle on his back. “To pull out those foolish eyes that can’t realize your opponent and judge your own strength.”
Vimalacitra brandished his sword. Although he had simply swung the sword in the air, the aftermath was far from simple. Crash! Dududu. Crash. Rumble. Like shooting stars, the stars illuminating the sky fell to the ground after an explosion. All the divine beings exposed to Vimalacitra’s trajectory soared down in torn pieces.
[‘Black Gubitara’ has burst!]
[The god ‘Arte’ has been destroyed!]
[The god ‘Ratu’ has been destroyed!]
[The god ‘Allardi’ has been destroyed!]
…
[Many gods fall!]
[The gods near the fallen gods suffer from curses!]
[Curses spread like a plague between the gods!]
…
[Many gods are fearful!]
[A few gods are shocked at Vimalacitra’s newfound strength!]
…
[The godly societies are shaken.]
[The godly societies are in a confused state!]
[The godly societies are in a horrified state!]
…
[The leader of ‘Malach’ Metatron takes precaution against Vimalacitra and warns him not to disrupt the raid of Allforone.]
[The head of ‘L’Infernal’ Baal clicks his tongue and tells the demons not to get involved with Vimalacitra.]
[Cernunnos continues to look at Vimalacitra with silent eyes.]
Vimalacitra smiled widely. He had worried that his sword-wielding skills would’ve diminished because he’d been training his mind and hadn’t touched a sword for a while. However, it seemed his skills had improved if anything.
‘Is it because I’ve been enlightened recently?’ Vimalacitra didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Now, he needed to get adjusted to this new feeling in holding the sword. And there was no better way to do that than spill some blood, and there just happened to be idiots glaring at him.
Thump. Thump. Vimalacitra struck down his sword again, as if to get rid of everything in his path to clean his way to Yeon-woo.
‘What kind of person is the new future king of gods? Is he different from what I saw from above?’ Vimalacitra was so curious that his heart blazed.
* * *
‘Is this the Fountain of Resentment?’
According to the legends, when the king of gods Kronos made Scythe, he had collected the universe’s various treasures and minerals and dunked them in the Fountain of Resentment. There was nothing more known than that, so Yeon-woo was curious what the Fountain of Resentment was.
Kronos had nonchalantly given a short explanation. It’s purely the legends I’ve achieved.
Yeon-woo narrowed his eyes at the countless scenes and letters that surrounded him. There were so many scenes that he couldn’t even begin to count them. One letter after another swam in the air, tightly filling up the space like a book. Recorded were the legends Kronos had built over eons and eons. Yeon-woo felt his body sink as if he was really inside a fountain.
Adamant and Darkness Jade are required to create Scythe, but there’s something more important.
What is it?
Before Yeon-woo set his plans in motion, Kronos had explained the process in creating Scythe to Yeon-woo.
Restoring.
Restoring…?
The springs must be restored to their original state.
Yeon-woo immediately understood what Kronos meant. Scythe itself was an artifact with great divinity, and it was based on Kronos’ legends and divine ability. To restore its functions, Kronos’ roots, the two springs, needed to be fixed first.
The spring of death was completely restored, even strengthened, after you climbed to the throne of death. The concept of death you have already exceeds anything I achieved during my prime. However, the time of spring isn’t at that state. It’s because the power of time is rare and precious, which makes it hard to find gods with this ability. That’s why you don’t know where to start to restore it, isn’t it? And you can’t just carelessly do what you want with it, since the spring of time has already been synchronized to Jeong-woo’s vestige… It’s also quite different from what the Black King gave you, and from the path I walked too.
The ability of time itself was removed from the Black King. The Black King was emptiness that had existed before the creation of the universe. He represented the condition of being “paused,” when the concept of time didn’t exist.
Considering how time was a moving concept, it was the direct opposite of the Black King. Despite that, Kronos had the ability of time while he was the Black King’s Apostle. It wasn’t from the Black King, but it was a power that Uranus had left behind to save Kronos from the Demonism.
It would be best if we could summon your grandfather to learn…but that isn’t possible.
Yeon-woo could feel the sadness in Kronos’ voice as he spoke. After all, if Yeon-woo could use Summon of the Dead on Uranus, Kronos would probably be the most overjoyed.
But that doesn’t mean there isn’t a way. Enter my legends. Since you’ve already absorbed my true body, if we’re united as well, there should be no problem in you going in. We’ve been synchronized once too. Meet your grandfather there and learn about the ability of time.
It was a novel way of thinking to enter Kronos’ legends to learn the ability from someone they couldn’t meet anymore. However, as Kronos said, it could’ve been the only way to fully restore the spring of time. And they didn’t have much time now.
[Choose the legend you want to play from the following.]
[1. The age with Gaia]
[2. The age of quarrels]
[3. The age of a lowly adopted son]
[4. The age of an Apostle]
…
[Warning! You are currently connected to a legend of an old being. The longer you are exposed to another’s legends, the greater the threat of your ego disappearing.]
[The time limit is marked.]
[Current time limit: 12 hours]
[Finish all your tasks within the time limit. If you exceed the limit, your ego may be destroyed.]
[The countdown begins.]
[12:00:00]
[11:59:59_99]
[11:59:59_98]
…
Yeon-woo didn’t waste any time and chose the legend.
[The third option ‘The age of a lowly adopted son’ has been chosen.]
[The chosen legend is played.]
[You will be given a part of Kronos’ memories for a smooth progression.]
Whoosh! Yeon-woo felt his body becoming lighter as he was embraced in the familiar light. At the same time, he was curious why Kronos’ legends were called the ‘Fountain of Resentment.’
‘Will I be able to find out after experiencing this legend?’ With those thoughts, Yeon-woo slowly opened his eyes.