Bizarre Realm-Chapter 123 - 38: The Last Fire Thief! Legacy of the Abyss! [End of Volume 2]
This city belongs only to the Transcendents.
They take root in the Bizarre Realm, surviving under the gaze of many of the Old Ones.
"The Abyss, the Land of Origin for Demons!..." Shawn murmured.
Aemon smiled and said, "Yes. The Abyss is the Land of Origin for Demons."
"We are not human."
"We don’t need to escape reality. Although the Bizarre Realm is crazy, worse than the Bottomless Abyss, for us, survival of the fittest is the right choice."
"Shawn."
"The real world is beautiful, but it’s not for you."
"They went through all the trouble of creating the [Soul Resonance] ritual, trying to merge the souls of the Otherworld into this world, but in fact, many people, like you, only inherit the memories of the natives without inheriting their emotions."
"Right?"
"Everything of Sean’s is just broken memories to you, you don’t even remember that young man’s parents and relatives are still alive, you rarely even think of them."
"The Soul Resonance painstakingly arranged by those people is just self-comfort."
"We never belonged here."
"We are all prisoners trapped in the Bizarre Realm. What we want is not to merge with the natives; we want to tear apart the gray mist, to end the madness here, or perhaps to escape this starry sky of the Old Ones."
Shawn took a deep breath, looking at Aemon before him, his voice hoarse: "Then why do you want to destroy everything in the real world?"
"Do you know how many people will die?"
The disaster in Dorne City.
Perhaps all of this is really a game between the Demigods, but in Dorne City, those who fought to the last moment to protect reality, those Investigators, those Night Watchers, those Light Chasers who were relentless until death, and those innocent ordinary people who suffered...
What about them?
Does their existence have no value? Are they only fit to be casually sacrificed pawns by the Demigods?
They too are living hard! Fighting fearlessly!
Aemon seemed to read Shawn’s thoughts, gazing calmly into the distance, softly saying, "This is the Bizarre Realm. This is a world with no room for mercy."
"The game between Demigods is much more brutal than you imagine!"
"The gifts left by nameless ones are running out, and what seems beautiful now is just the last bit of heritage they left to the world."
"They have been gone for a long time."
"The real world has changed too."
"You’ve only been to Dorne, where the Night Watchers protect well, you haven’t been to other places, you don’t know what the real world has become elsewhere."
"You’re right, everyone is a pawn in the Demigods’ game, a sacrificeable chip."
"You want to change all this? Fine! The day you ascend to become a Demigod, you will then have the right to decide for others!"
"For now. Learn to live here first!"
Aemon laughed.
At this moment, he seemed a real Demon, tearing apart the gentle and refined disguise, revealing a slight cruel smile, slowly saying, "To force Them to compromise, someone has to be sacrificed."
"No matter how many people have to die, this is the necessary price!"
"Demons who walk out of the Abyss [Blood War] are the true strong ones."
"The people raised here have no chance of winning against the Old Ones! The Night Watchers are merely weaklings with Courage but no Power!"
"In the Bizarre Realm, all beings are the pawns of Demigods."
"Before we confront the Old Ones, we must first gather all the chips!"
"This is humanity’s Destiny."
"It is also the Destiny of all natives, souls from the Otherworld, and Foreigners trapped in the Bizarre Realm."
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Dorne City.
In the drizzling rain, Benjamin’s bandaged figure appeared, his expression solemn and sorrowful. Beside him were the surviving Night Watchers and Investigators after the battle, and Daisy’s eyes were red, silently following behind Benjamin, her hands holding a black coffin.
Benjamin and William carried the coffin, and under the Priest’s prayers, in front of a tombstone engraved with the name ’Sean’, numerous Night Watchers stood silently in the rain.
Not far away.
A young mother held her young daughter, crying silently in front of a tombstone also standing there.
——"Hank Brand. The Fearless Light Chaser."
On each tombstone, the names of the sacrificed were engraved: Gemma, Erland, Rocky, Carol, Marlori... those are the names Shawn knew or didn’t know, who fought to the last moment in the crisis, finally resting here.
In the early June of the Fourth Epoch in 1001, a wicked blood sacrifice called the ’Dark Celebration’ broke out in Dorne City. The reflection of the Old Ones mirrored into reality, fear and despair shrouded this once immensely prosperous metropolis. In this tragically fierce battle, 327 Night Watchers, Investigators, logistics personnel perished, and more than thirty thousand innocent ordinary people perished.
The harshest scene of reality was torn open.
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