Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 110: Understanding 2

At this point, Zylus somehow found a way to discover it all, and he didn’t even begin explaining every key aspect, so Victor didn’t try anything vulgar. Even if Victor did attempt something malicious, Zylus was faster, stronger, and more perceptive while he had the use of [Connection].

At any rate, Victor was staring, in complete and utter anger at his own incompetent self, for being this little in front of the same person he thought he could deceive.

Zylus, however, wasn’t finished explaining; thus, he continued.

"And of course, no human, not at all, is actually able to alter their fate or identity. Someone can’t understand themselves perfectly, and does not have any guilt towards what they feel about their every action." Zylus stated, trying to state these aspects logically.

Before he decided to continue, he stretched his arms wide by pushing them across his shoulders, watching Victor listen carefully.

"So, what else is there?" Even now, Victor himself felt intrigued at the situation; he felt as though he would learn a thing or two.

Once Victor calmed down, he was finally able to move his body around, but to what cost? There wouldn’t be a point, so he sat criss-cross apple sauce, trying to hear anything Zylus said or would say.

It was obvious that he didn’t bear any hatred towards Zylus, but rather, felt weak in himself. Victor was evil, though he was a man who tried to kill for someone else’s benefit.

"No man can jump out of his own shadow; it’s just not possible. Similarly, to how my father once stated, ’The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself.’ In everyone’s life, no matter how much they run away from it, they won’t ever acknowledge who they are as a whole."

Zylus then looked around, putting his arms as holders for himself on the stone floor while stretching his legs wide before going on another chatter fest.

"No matter how people want to depict themselves, up until the end of their deaths, they’ll never know who they truly are, because that’s logically not possible. People can’t understand themselves fully. Beings live endlessly in this cycle of ’purpose,’ which just is false in many ways."

Zylus opened his palm just in front of where Victor was gazing, exhaling.

"Purpose isn’t meant to be fulfilled or found; it’s meant to be the reason we chase dreams. That’s part of our identity. The reason we can never understand our own purpose is because of reckless emotions that go directly against the will to know who we are."

Victor sighed, trying to piece together what Zylus was saying in his mind.

"As long as mortals, or immortals, have emotions, we won’t ever truly know our identity, which is the only way to get away from your domain," he pointed directly at Victor, "even now, I don’t understand myself."

"So then," Victor calmly whispered, "How did you manage to escape, since no being is capable of doing so. The only individuals that should be able to are chosen sovereigns by the man who created this ability, which you aren’t."

Zylus chuckled before answering. He stood up, the moon shone onto his red hair, piercing into his now pinkish eyes, and the pink cracks on his hands glowed sharply in sympathy with the moonlight.

The colosseum around them stayed silent, just like the stars above. The breeze flowed from left to right, as Zylus took it all in, while opening his arms wide.

He walked over to Victor, his gaze darkening as he approached closely.

"Well," Zylus now stood directly in front of Victor, staring him down with a darkened gaze, his body covering the light that poured onto Victor, "It wasn’t necessarily me."

Things felt different, the world felt changing and unchanging all at the same time. What was truly happening in this pit of endless knowledge? These reasons, in some way, didn’t make much sense, which was why Victor wanted some more. It was almost as if he wasn’t a sovereign anymore, but a child killing his soul over the addiction to drugs.

As Zylus stared Victor down, Victor couldn’t find the courage to move or say something; he was completely frozen in place. He ascended into Godhood, grew more powerful than one thousand times the individuals on the planet he watches over were, and, of course, surpassed many other sovereigns. He did all this, and yet Victor stood frozen in place, in front of an unknown and unbearable eighteen-year-old individual.

Zylus Elwis.

"You’re probably wondering what I mean," Zylus said, standing there, serious now, his gaze darkened even more. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Victor hated how he was being looked down upon, but, of course, Zylus continued.

"I realized my insecurity." He exhaled, "I’m guilty. I always have been, and I always will be. But, in the meantime," he looked up in the sky, smiling as though he was honored by the world itself, "I’ll enjoy this feeling. I’ll understand my own identity, I’ll be the first to manipulate my own soul."

"B-but," Victor finally found enough strength to speak, "How do you plan on doing this?" He said, frightened by Zylus’s deadly gaze.

Zylus laughed, "I don’t know." His katana began reforming once more...

[Demonic Weapon Formed]

[The Demonic Katana]

"I won’t ever understand it." He looked up into the glittering floating around the dark blue sky, "The only reason I was able to leave your domain isn’t that I knew who I was, but because I accepted it."

"Enough of that bullshit!" Victor stammered, trying to pick himself up, "You ramble on and on and on about some random shit! What are you even saying?!"

"Me," Zylus smiled gently, "I’m saying, there’s more to life than understanding."

He raised his katana into the sky, tilting it slightly to the right, as memories of his travels began resurfacing inside his mind.

"Understand this!" Victor’s final yell simmered through Zylus’s pitiful mind.

In a world where people force themselves to understand, an eighteen-year-old boy who was led with consequence after consequence had accepted who he was.