Dancing on the golden ashes-Chapter 264: Facing the True Body of Creator

The world around me suddenly began to spin, an unsettling sensation that twisted the air and pulled at my very core. Something was wrong—this was not just a shift in the fabric of reality, but something deeper, something from another, higher dimension. I could feel a push and a pull at once, as if I were caught between two forces, both fighting to control me.

"Is that him?" I muttered under my breath, barely hearing my own words as they left my mouth. As soon as the words left my lips, I felt it—a sudden, powerful force that slammed into me, attacking with a strength I hadn't anticipated.

So it begins.

"Fine, I will go meet you..." I whispered, pushing myself into the fourth dimension. The world around me twisted and warped as I was pulled further from the familiar, the spinning forces of the universe surrounding me. I felt an intense energy battering against my brain. It was not like the force of destruction I had experienced before. No, this was different. Instead of aiming to break me down, it aimed to expand me. To stretch my consciousness, forcing me to adapt.

Perhaps this was how one ascended, how one became more than just human. This skill—this power—was difficult to master, but I was fortunate that the me from the past had learned it, had passed it on. It was almost as if she had prepared me for this moment.

"Interesting."

A voice suddenly entered my ears, smooth yet dripping with malice. It was so disgusting, so toxic, that I could almost feel it in the air. There he was.

I turned, my eyes narrowing as I locked onto him, the man who had cost me everything.

"It's you..." I said, the words escaping flatly, void of any emotion. "Have you come to kill me, or have you come for your dog? Either way, I won't give you anything."

I shook my head, indifferent. His presence was suffocating, yet familiar. He watched me calmly, too calmly. His eyes drifted down to my chest, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine—not from fear, but from disgust. His gaze was unsettling.

"Interesting..." he said again, his voice dripping with a sickening tone. "You have sacrificed your path just for them. I guess I overestimated you, Lee Gaon. You were such a perfect test subject, only to fail at the end."

He shook his head, the smugness in his tone enough to make me want to rip him apart with my bare hands.

"Me? A test subject?" I repeated, my voice still as flat and emotionless as ever. "I wouldn't be surprised, and I guess you don't know how much I know about you... and her." The words hung in the air like a challenge.

He paused for a moment, his face twitching slightly as he processed my words. It was then I realized—I had struck a nerve.

"It's nice for once to see you without the rage ruining your cute face," he mused, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. "You really look like her... yet something is different. You're stronger in every way. I hadn't expected that. Perhaps you haven't failed me after all."

His words spun in circles, avoiding me, sidestepping the truth. Why? What was he afraid of? But it was the first time I had heard his true voice, the voice of the man who had never shown himself fully. The man behind the curtain. I knew he could easily end me right here, but he didn't. That meant there was more to this. More to his plans. Or perhaps... he couldn't forget the original Gaon.

"You killed her," I said, my voice growing cold, "yet you never expected me to return as her, did you? But don't get me wrong—I'm not the woman who once loved you. I'm not that Lee Gaon. And you don't need to make any plans for me, because I want what you want."

Finally, there was a flicker of reaction. His eyelid twitched, curiosity seeping into his gaze.

"Oh?" he said, his amusement deepening. "And what would that be?"

I stood taller, unwavering, my gaze fixed on him with complete resolve. "I will become the eternal. The throne will be mine."

I didn't hold back. I didn't care what he thought of me, how stupid, reckless, or arrogant he deemed me. I had made my decision. I will do it. No one, not even him, could stop me.

"And I wondered what kind of crazy thing you would say," he mused, his voice carrying the weight of a tired amusement. "But that's nothing new. You're really her, just from a different life, with the same ideals. How refreshing. Yet, you cut off your own path there—the hole in your heart… it will never let you reach my level, let alone the level where you could fight for the throne of eternity."

He sighed heavily, almost theatrically, and extended his hand. It wrapped around the fabric of space itself, twisting and warping the very fabric of reality as if it were nothing more than cloth to be molded. So this is how he does it, I thought. This is what it means to bend the world to your will.

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"You should give up," he continued, his voice dropping into something that felt almost like pity. "Live the rest of your days hidden away. Now that you've spoken those words, you'll be hunted. All of your demons will be hunted. There are entities out there who want that throne, and only one creature will ever be allowed to sit there. And it won't be you..." He paused for a moment, his eyes shifting with something that almost seemed like sadness, though I knew it was nothing more than a twisted mockery. "But even if I tried, I won't be able to stop you, isn't that right? Gaon?"

His words echoed in my mind, but I didn't flinch. I stood still, unmoving, unwavering in my resolve. "Are you speaking to me? Or to her?" I replied, my tone as flat and emotionless as ever. "Because she is gone. You killed her twice, and now you want to love again? Forget it. You're old now. You should take some time off and enjoy life while I overtake everything in this world."

The audacity of my words hung in the air like a challenge, but there was no anger in me—just the cold, indifferent truth of what I knew I would become.

He laughed, a deep, unsettling chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the very space around us. "Hahaha! That's right. One thing you don't lose, even with your heart gone, is the ability to dream, to seek something greater." His voice took on a sharp edge, an almost biting tone, as if something dark was rising within him. "Good, Gaon. Then, if you're so confident, let me help you. I don't even need to kill you myself. You'll kill yourself this way, and I can still watch you for a longer time. I can still watch this show."

The air around me grew colder, the familiar feeling of danger creeping into my senses. Suddenly, I felt something open in the distance—something immense. A swirling spiral of crimson and black, like the birth of a new, twisted universe. It beckoned with an eerie pull, the very essence of darkness and chaos.

"Go to your demon world," he said, his smirk widening, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction, "and have a look at what happens to those who stand against the angels."

His words struck me like a warning bell, but I didn't flinch. I knew something wasn't right. He wouldn't let me go unless there was a surprise waiting for me on the other side of that portal. Something he wanted me to see—something meant to trap me, to break me.

But I had already made my decision. Whatever lay ahead, I would face it, and I would find my way through it, just like I had with everything else. The portal called to me, but I didn't step forward just yet. I stood there, my eyes locked onto his, ready for whatever came next.