Only God-Chapter 535 - 460: The Time for Revenge

In front of Kagu, countless fairies floated, their silhouettes hazy and indistinct, like clusters of light points. The dwarf youth watched wide-eyed as they gathered around him, pointing and gesturing; he couldn’t make out their voices.

The group of fairies seemed surprised as if an unexpected visitor had arrived.

Soon after, a grand and unequivocal voice came from afar. Kagu couldn’t make out the words, but he saw the fairies disperse one after another.

Schiller stood at the highest point of the Sea of Souls, his gaze fixed on this first mortal to set foot on the path created by God.

Even if this mortal’s every move held great significance for the era, Schiller did not treat him differently.

"Let it be as it should," Schiller muttered to himself.

This first mortal was no different from any that would come after him.

Kagu walked somewhat dazed upon the Sea of Souls, the first to tread the path created by God, with everything before him signifying the unknown.

He didn’t know what this place was, why he had come here, or what he needed to do to complete the Ascension Ceremony.

In fact, the Sea of Souls underfoot was a platform constructed by Schiller for the path created by God.

Because Schiller knew that mortals couldn’t, like himself, comprehend the Ancient Language and peer into the collective subconscious to penetrate into the Ancient Word Temple.

So he built a platform using the Sea of Souls he created. Here, the subliminal projections of those mortals undergoing the Ascension Ceremony would appear before them, allowing them to face their own souls directly and complete their Ascension.

Under Schiller’s watchful gaze, Kagu slowly explored the terrain before him.

As his thoughts stirred, the scene before him gradually began to shift.

Kagu was astonished by everything hazy and elusive before his eyes.

The sea beneath him seemed to know the secrets deep within his heart.

For the scene in front of him brought a hatred that cut to the bone.

It was as if someone harbored enmity toward him.

Kagu moved forward step by step, and as he neared, the hatred he felt grew more intense, more vehement.

The vision before him was spiritual, emotional, enough to strike directly at the soul. Kagu began to tremble, involuntarily convulsing as an unknown fear permeated his heart.

But now, it was too late to leave. Kagu could only continue to deeper depths as his mind grew increasingly scattered.

The objects around him were indescribable, and the Sea of Souls beneath seemed like countless icy tentacles, entwining and constraining his movements, as fear pricked every inch of his skin.

"I have never seen you, why do you hate me so?" Kagu involuntarily whispered.

"Shangla’er, Shangla’er, Shangla’er, Kagu, Kagu, Kagu..." A bizarre voice echoed, causing Kagu’s head to throb with pain, his heart filled with terror of hatred. He struggled to maintain clarity, and suddenly realized that the voice was strikingly similar to his own.

Ahead, it was as if another him was muttering the names of two enemies.

Do I not only hate Shangla’er?

It turns out...

I also hate myself.

Kagu suddenly had a revelation, and his awareness sharply returned; the touch of fear slowly withdrew as he gradually approached the scene before him.

When he reached the deepest part, he spoke out: "Safu."

The Ancient Language for "silence."

The "self" in the depths abruptly fell silent.

Silent hatred is far deeper than hatred spoken aloud.

"Rosa Malu."

The Ancient Language for "observe."

The "self" in the depths had only malice in its eyes, like a venomous snake, waiting to strike.

"Malong."

The Ancient Language for "travel."

The "self" in the depths slowly rose, ready to leave its place, as if to embark on a difficult journey for the sake of revenge.

...After the three Ancient Words of the path of the visitor had been recited, Kagu suddenly felt himself merging with the "self" in the depths, recognizing his own ego, slowly fusing with each other, achieving unity, while those recited Ancient Words merged into his soul, inscribing themselves upon his spirit.

Afterward, a great force ejected Kagu from the Sea of Souls, and he came to a sudden realization that he had returned from the Ascension Ceremony.

"...Did it succeed?!" Kagu sat up in bed, incredulously touching his own cheek.

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Inside the Royal City of the Dwarf Kingdom of Kaelonde, a tall figure walked through streets that were entirely mismatched with him.

Each time he passed by, dwarves couldn’t help but look up, turning to stare.

He appeared to be a human.

To the dwarves of small stature, humans were tall, even the tallest dwarf recorded in history was only between one meter forty and one meter fifty—the pride of the dwarves.

But males among humans would casually measure around one meter sixty and even many human females were taller than one meter forty.

So whenever they saw humans, dwarves sometimes found it novel and enviable, with many male dwarves dreaming of marrying a tall human female.

Shangla’er indifferently scanned the dwarves on the streets.

He was the progeny of the Dream God, Laren, who seduced a human princess from some Human Kingdom and sired him.

Due to Laren’s negligence, Shangla’er’s mother tragically died by drowning when he was young, leaving the Dream God in deep mourning, thus lavishing Shangla’er with extra affection.

Shangla’er grew up in the coddling of the Dream God, indulging in countless pleasures within dreams from a young age.

The near-endless dreams gradually numbed Shangla’er, no longer thrilling him, and at some point, he began to take pleasure in tormenting others.

Dwarf Kagu was not the first; he was merely one of them.

Each year, Shangla’er would traverse various lands, visiting those mortals cursed by him, relishing their lives of torment, and therein finding his amusement.

And his actions, his father, the Dream God, knew nothing of them; Shangla’er concealed them well, remaining in the eyes of the Dream God his most cherished offspring.

Shangla’er leisurely approached the door of Dwarf Kagu.

He raised his hand in a measured pace, knocking on Kagu’s door.

After a while, the door opened.

Shangla’er bent down and walked into the small house.

Facing the dwarf Kagu, Shangla’er hooked up a faint smile, looking like a long-lost friend.

"Long time no see, Kagu, I hope you’ve enjoyed my gift."

Shangla’er spoke leisurely, his voice more like that of a friend’s.

He was well aware of Kagu’s hatred for him.

For each person he tortured, he knew precisely the weight of their hatred.

But what of it?

These pitiful people had nothing but hatred.

Shangla’er liked it when they were filled with hate but powerless to act.

This gave him immense satisfaction and the thrill of ignoring lives, which came with high status.

"Yes, thank you for your gift."

Shangla’er raised an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, on this occasion, Kagu did not curse him out.

In the past, as soon as he entered, he would hear that dwarf’s curses or crying, even humble pleas, but this time there was nothing. The dwarf Kagu was observing him with an extremely calm gaze, as if evaluating something.

"Your attitude feels so unfamiliar."

Shangla’er waved his hand dismissively.

From Kagu’s perspective, as the words were spoken, the hanging corpses overhead all turned their heads in unison, staring at Kagu with eerie smiles.

Kagu, however, remained unmoved.

Shangla’er looked at the young dwarf with surprise.

"This is really..."

Before he could finish,

"It’s surprising, isn’t it?"

Kagu interjected.

Curious, Shangla’er nodded. At this moment, he became even more interested in the young dwarf before him.

Imagine a toy, accustomed to and almost weary of being played with, suddenly bringing an unexpected surprise.

That was what Shangla’er felt.

"You’re so composed today,

tsk, have you learned the principles of the True Believers and found comfort in them?"

The demigod’s tone was so casual.

It implied that even though Kagu regarded him as an enemy, he never took Kagu seriously.

There is a type of arrogance called indifference.

"What do you think I’m thinking?"

Kagu retorted.

Suddenly, Shangla’er had a strange illusion.

Somehow, it seemed that during this conversation, Kagu had taken the initiative.

"As soon as I enter your dreams, I will know."

Shangla’er turned slightly.

"That would indeed be easy,

but... is it really so easy?"

Kagu asked, implying something deeper.

"I can dominate you at will."

Shangla’er’s tone became a bit more hurried.

Kagu laughed.

A flash of confusion crossed Shangla’er’s face, wondering why this insignificant mortal, who he disregarded, was laughing.

The demigod suddenly felt an indescribable rage.

Then, a heart-stinging sentence fell.

"Dear Shangla’er, you seem a bit angry?"

This caught Shangla’er off guard, as if, at this moment, the invisible balance of attack and defense had suddenly reversed.

Shangla’er was struck with astonishment.

After a brief pause, by the time the demigod regained his senses,

Kagu’s figure had already vanished.

"This is..."

Shangla’er stopped speaking.

Suddenly, unguarded, he involuntarily fell silent, a silence so abrupt, entirely beyond his control.

In the darkness, a faint echo sounded, "Safu."

Shangla’er felt somewhat bewildered, as he hastily raised his hand, attempting to invoke the grace bestowed by his father.

It was at this moment that the demigod showed a flaw.

"Rosa Malu."

The Ancient Word "observe" allowed Kagu, lying in wait, to capture that rare moment of vulnerability.

Without a doubt, at that instant, Kagu wielded a long-concealed dagger and struck at Shangla’er’s left armpit in the darkness. The raspy sound of flesh ripping echoed as the demigod’s left armpit was torn open, the dagger passing through the gap between bones, shattering the demigod’s beating heart.

Shangla’er’s face twisted in pain, he opened his mouth wide but couldn’t utter a single cry of agony.

He was silenced.

Silenced by a mere mortal.

He fell to the ground in agony, the demigod’s vitality preventing immediate death but destined him to endure the rage, the belated vengeance, and the torment from a mortal.

Watching the approaching Kagu, in the depths of Shangla’er’s pupils, fear began to surface.

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