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There was no anger or fear in that smile. Only a kind of pure, pitying "amusement" as if watching a pitiful queen desperately trying to cover up her already riddled, crumbling kingdom with a magnificent, yet dilapidated, curtain.
"—Courtyard? Fertilizer?"
He slowly shook his head and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were conversing with the most ignorant and innocent child, a tone full of "teaching" implications.
"Morgan Lefève."
"You still haven't figured out one thing?"
“You, this so-called courtyard, from the very beginning, was not, any, indestructible, eternal paradise.”
"687" "It is nothing more than a pathetic little sandbox, built on quicksand called lies, destined for destruction."
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Morgan's amethyst-like eyes suddenly sharpened! A massive, destructive purple magical power erupted from her projection, causing the surrounding cold rain to boil!
"It seems that language cannot help you recognize reality."
Gu Chuan sighed helplessly.
He decided to end this meaningless, childish game filled with "kingly" maneuvering.
He wanted to use the most direct, cruel, and unreasonable method to let her see with her own eyes the sad "truth" of this world that was already destined, irreversible, and inevitable.
He slowly closed his eyes.
next second.
He, that supreme divine power belonging to the "Dominator," for the first time, launched it in an unprecedented, massive manner that covered the entire world!
In that instant, his consciousness detached from that insignificant, "mortal" body!
He transformed into a formless, intangible, and pure "divine will" that transcends the concepts of time and space!
He extends downwards, infinitely.
It pierced through that muddy land, filled with the stench of death.
It penetrated the hard, cold, silent rock strata that had stood for hundreds of millions of years.
Finally, he touched that, like the world's oldest "blood vessels" and "nerves," the most primordial "world memory" that permeated the depths of Britain, a vast expanse called "ley lines"!
"—The Ruler knows all things!"
He, with his supreme "divine authority," issued his commands to this sorrowful world that was slowly dying.
Tell me, all of your "past".
boom--!
In that instant, thousands of years of history and memories belonging to the "British Ghost Belt," filled with sorrow and despair, flooded his mind like a burst dam, a torrent of information!
He "saw" it.
He saw how a girl named Morgan, from pan-human history, full of ideals and innocence, was summoned to this strange, despairing world filled with "calamity".
He saw how she, in that long, lonely, endless cycle of reincarnation spanning thousands of years, fought desperately time and time again to protect this land that had long been abandoned by the world.
He saw how she was betrayed and hurt by the six "fairies" she had created, and how, in the end, she completely lost trust in all "life" in this world.
He saw how, in endless despair, she donned that cold, thorny crown symbolizing a "tyrant," and in the most ruthless, brutal, and unscrupulous way, forcibly unified the entire Britain and established her only, crumbling "ideal world."
He saw all her pain.
He saw all of her sacrifices.
He saw it: beneath her proud, hardened exterior as a "queen," lay a fragile, weary soul, riddled with wounds by loneliness and betrayal.
At the same time, he also saw the most fundamental and most desperate "reality" of this world.
He saw it, that which slumbered in the deepest part of Britain, that which, once awakened, would be able to completely devour everything—the horned god Cernunos.
He also saw it, that cold, unquestionable, absolute will called "Cut-Off" that came from outside the "world".
He saw this erroneous "F" called "British Ghost Belt," a tragic "fate" that was already predetermined, which no matter how hard Morgan tried, could absolutely not reverse, and would ultimately be completely "deleted."
All her efforts, all her struggles, all her sacrifices...
It was meaningless from the very beginning.
"—So, now..."
Gu Chuan slowly opened his eyes.
Those golden divine eyes, at this moment, seemed to bear all the sorrow and despair of the entire world for thousands of years, appearing incomparably profound and ancient.
"It's your turn now. Come on, take a look."
He looked at the pathetic "tyrant" who still maintained the arrogant posture of a "queen," and slowly reached out his hand.
He did not use language to conduct that pale and powerless "preaching".
He chose to use the most direct, cruel, and unreasonable method—
The most real "history" that he had just "seen"—a history spanning thousands of years and filled with despair—was like the sharpest, invisible dagger, forcibly "poured" into Morgana's self-proclaimed indestructible and proud soul!
"what--!"
A mournful cry, filled with pain and disbelief, rang out for the first time from the mouth of this "Queen," who was always so dignified and composed!
She, that solid "projection" made of pure magic, began to flicker and distort violently, as if she were about to completely collapse at any moment!
Forced to re-examine her own tragic life, which spanned thousands of years and was filled with pain and struggle, from the perspective of an "observer," she was forced to do so again!
She was forced to see that all her efforts would ultimately amount to nothing—the most desperate and cruel "future"!
Her hardened, proud psychological defenses, painstakingly built up over thousands of years of loneliness and suffering, known as the "Queen of 5.0," were now being shattered and on the verge of collapse by that undeniable, absolute "truth"!
"No...this...this isn't real..."
Her voice, which was always full of authority, for the first time carried a fragile tremor of fear and wavering.
Gu Chuan simply watched her quietly.
Watching this once high and mighty, proud queen who tried to turn him into "fertilizer," struggle helplessly and desperately like a drowning person in the face of the "truth" that he himself had revealed to her.
He turned her most prized "history" and "enlightenment" into a sharp, merciless blade capable of utterly destroying her "heart."
at this moment.
The invisible scales of the game between the two "kings" have completely tipped.
201 Savior or Conqueror?
"No...this isn't real...this absolutely isn't real!"
Morgana, the proud "projection" composed of pure magic, could no longer maintain its stable, "queen-like" form. Like a poorly positioned, static television screen flickering and distorting violently in the cold rain, it emitted a desperate lament filled with pain and resentment.
Her hard, proud shell of "enlightenment," painstakingly built up over thousands of years of solitude and sacrifice, was ruthlessly and utterly shattered before that undeniable, absolute "truth"!
She was like a solitary captain who had sailed alone for thousands of years through endless, cold, and dark storms. She firmly believed that as long as she worked hard enough and was strong enough, she would be able to take her dilapidated ship, named "Britain," to that legendary, hopeful "other shore."
However, now, a cold voice from "the gods" tells her in the cruelest way—
All your efforts, from the very beginning, were meaningless.
The route you are sailing is not the one leading to "hope".
Instead, it is a one-way dead end, predetermined by the "world," from which no matter how much one struggles, there is absolutely no escape. It leads to "destruction."
This absolute sense of powerlessness, emanating from the deepest recesses of the soul and capable of utterly destroying everything, is far more terrifying than any powerful enemy.
Gu Chuan simply watched her quietly.
Watching this once high and mighty, proud, lonely queen who tried to turn him into "fertilizer," struggle helplessly and sadly like a drowning person in the face of the "despair" that he himself had revealed to her.
He, two S rain?? (two) 〥 Er Yin r three Lin put the joy 〨 Yi did not, go forward, go, carry out, that meaningless, cheap comfort full of "compassion".
He is not some kind of "savior" who saves all living beings.
He was merely a capricious "conqueror" who occasionally, on a whim, took "collecting" as his pleasure.
He slowly walked up to the pitiful queen, who was already on the verge of collapse.
Then, in the same absolute and unquestionable posture of a "dominant" as it had been before Esdeath and the NghtRad people, it presented her with a completely new and only "choice".
"—Morgan Lefève."
He spoke in a cold, emotionless tone, as if stating a simple, transactional clause.
"Now, you only have two paths in front of you."
"First, continue, embracing your pathetic, meaningless queenly pride, and your courtyard, destined for destruction, together, be completely erased from the river of time by the will of the world, called the scissors, leaving not a trace."
"two……"
He paused, and at this moment, his golden divine eyes seemed to be filled with even more absolute divine majesty and indifference than the lofty and cold "world will."
He looked into her beautiful, amethyst-like eyes, which were already completely consumed by despair, and slowly uttered the condition that, for any "king," would be the most humiliating, the most unacceptable, and the most conquest-laden.
"—Give up your worthless pride."
“Abandon your ridiculous dignity as a queen.”
"To become, my possession."
"Offer to me your complete loyalty, and that of your long-decayed, corrupt soul."
"Then, I can promise you—"
"I will, before your pathetic courtyard is completely cut down, take you, and your so-called concept of an utopia, from this wrong world."
"I will, in a brand new courtyard, unbound by the world, belonging only to me, give you a new place where you can continue to exist."
future."
This is not "redemption".
This is the most naked, undisguised, domineering "charity" filled with the "conqueror's" attitude.
What he wanted was not an equal "ally".
What he wanted was a beautiful, powerful new "collection" named "Morgan" who would be absolutely obedient to him.
"...You...make me...your...possession?"
Morgan's voice, filled with pain and trembling, rang out intermittently.
Her purple eyes, which had long been completely consumed by despair, were rekindled at this moment by a final, and most insane, flame of rage, the one called "Queen"!
She is Morgan le Fay!
Yes, she ruled Britain for thousands of years, the only, supreme queen!
She can fight!
She can be "defined" by the world!
But she would never allow her final pride as a "king," earned through thousands of years of loneliness and suffering, to be so easily trampled upon by anyone!
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When she saw Gu Chuan's cold, indifferent, seemingly all-seeing golden eyes—eyes filled with divine wisdom—
Her last, burning flame of anger was as if it had been doused from head to toe by a bucket of the coldest, most piercing snow water called "reality."
Suddenly, she felt something unprecedented, something that penetrated to her very bones—
exhausted.
yes……
She was already tired.
She has been fighting alone in this endless, despair-filled, and lonely cycle for far too long.
She truly no longer had the strength to continue that meaningless, doomed, and pathetic struggle.
Pride? Dignity?
What does that matter in the face of absolute and irreversible "fate"?
in case……
If we can truly let go of those heavy "shackles" that have long since become meaningless, then our "efforts" spanning thousands of years, filled with pain and sacrifice, will not completely vanish into nothingness...