Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 986 - Capítulo 986: 821: The Master Doesn't Care
Capítulo 986: Chapter 821: The Master Doesn’t Care
The change in the Newborn Node “Church’s Insulter” plunged all the spectators into silence.
As a lover, Frieda no longer hopes that Wat can pass the trial and undergo a transformation for rebirth.
Now she only wishes that Wat Cranston won’t descend into deeper darkness. The divine stance high above may represent incomparably powerful strength, but Frieda knows that is not the true Wat Cranston.
At this moment, other dream seeds have actually already chosen their followers and sent them into the kingdom to participate in the trial.
But even Tang Qi is more focused on Wat.
As the Sovereign, he is curious not only about the fate of this “Son of Justice” but even more about what is gestating within that node.
“The Church’s Insulter node originates from my experiences, from the Thorny Law Code, the Mysterious Graffiti of Jile, and other divine artifacts. The main body revolves completely around Martin Sims, the Holy Confessor, just like the main body of the Pig Demon Monster Farm is those three pink pig demon monsters, and the main body of Candle Street is that little girl.”
“According to common sense, nothing else should appear within the node, at least not beyond the Power of Confession, the codex, and such content.”
“But now…”
Tang Qi’s gaze penetrated completely into the node, perceiving the unfamiliar force that was rapidly developing.
To call it unfamiliar ain’t right either, because he had felt that power not long ago.
Within the body of that “Human Evil Ghost” in Black Fire City, it was a transcendent level not inferior to Dream Divinity or Molten Furnace Divinity, another high-level origin within the boundless mystery, and it was… Chaos.
On the Origin Star, that evil ghost was a host of a chaotic divinity power.
He never entered the realm and thus couldn’t bring in the chaotic divinity.
But at this second, as the Sovereign, Tang Qi could clearly feel a wisp of unfamiliar source power among the many divine natures he possessed.
The Book of Nothingness was flipping pages, with one slowly settling, and there appeared a cosmic scene filled with innumerable chaotic lines.
The Divine Domain of the Fake Dream Master, after “Life,” “True Love,” “Soul,” “Desire,” and so on, gained an exceedingly faint domain… Chaos.
Although compared to other divine powers, this thread of chaos was weak as a candle flame, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Yet Tang Qi’s perception was not mistaken, his realm of authority expanded out of nowhere.
And the source of that chaotic divinity and its ongoing growth appeared within that “Church’s Insulter” node.
Wat Cranston’s rule is facing a challenge.
His conviction was undoubtedly filled with justice, worthy of the title Son of Justice.
But such alone is far from sufficient. In any world, things are not black and white, unless every one of Wat’s subjects was his replica; otherwise, conflict is destined to arise.
When his words overrode all rules, the City of Justice initially became oppressed, then began to agitate. The suppressed desires would not vanish, instead accumulating, nurturing something even more dreadful, eventually rebounding on Wat, the only deity.
Inside the node, everything evolved swiftly.
The city birthed no human like the “Human Evil Ghost” who could toy with Wat as in Black Fire City.
But it didn’t matter, as the history of the human species is never short of conspirators, the Fallen.
Wat’s notion of absolute justice was in fact cold, iron-blooded rule, lasting for a period.
But then, some zealots mixed with conspirators began to use “Wat’s Oracles” to kill those opponents.
Of course, this included countless innocents, and the city was soon splattered with thick, fetid blood.
Wat Cranston possessed very powerful might, he should have been able to see through these.
Unfortunately, from the moment the Thorny Law Code failed, a kind of insane and chaotic aura began to rapidly infect the City of Justice like a virus, like a plague.
This chaotic, unordered aura cannot be deemed as evil.
This power grows alongside order, devours desire to thrive. The City of Justice became infected, and Wat, as the sole ruler, could not be exempt; without a sound, he fell into chaos.
His every thought, every word, would be amplified, always leading to enormous damage; it was a vicious cycle.
Wat started to change, becoming more extreme and stubborn, more focused on fulfilling his convictions.
Any opponent, even a single word or a glance showing dissent, would immediately receive a blow from Wat.
But all these were exploited by conspirators, leading to the death of many innocent people, many who upheld justice by Wat’s hand.
The conspirators who secretly incited recorded all of Wat’s “evil deeds”.
When the slaughter within the city reached a critical point, the conspirators decided to come out to claim their prize; they gathered all the surviving citizens and publicly revealed everything.
In the conspirators’ excited and impassioned recitation, Wat Cranston’s title fell from “Son of Justice” directly to “tyrant,” “Slaughter Lord,” and others.
Most fatal of all, the people chose to support the conspirators this time.
Those acts of evil were not fabricated; Wat Cranston indeed did such things.
The final act seemed at hand; Wat Cranston was overthrown by the enraged populace, the very humans he once protected roared and roared, driving Wat to roll down from his lofty position as Justice Governor.
The crowd within the city was in an uproar.
“Tyrant, we don’t need your rule.”
“Are you all crazy? He will kill all of us.”
“Don’t worry, some wise men speculate that once he loses the people’s favor, the Source of Power of this tyrant will vanish.”
“Really? Then we should completely overthrow him and kill him.”
“Disguised as the Lord of Slaughter in the guise of justice, get down here.”
…
“Boom!”
Suspended high above the City of Justice on the Governor’s chair, Wat Cranston looked down at the scene below with confusion and even a bit of panic.
His initial thought was to angrily kill all those roaring opponents against him.
But the next moment, he realized something.
The killing intent that surged in his eyes dissipated instantly, and the blazing world of Thunder behind him suddenly became pale and weak. The cold and terrifying aura that had endured for long years suffered a special blow at this moment and began to gradually fade.
“Are all the people here? They all oppose me?”
Wat seemed to lose his soul, and scenes within this Node began to emerge.
From the moment he changed his principle to kill that damned “Brain-eating couple”, he confirmed that slaughter was an absolutely necessary weapon to maintain the absolute justice in his mind. The final, fixed scene was this moment in the City of Justice.
In this towering Giant City, the once-present atmosphere of harmony and tranquility had vanished.
Everywhere was filled with blood and corpses; in the cold air, the pungent smells of fear and disgust were overwhelming.
Faces that had once been numb became vibrant again before him, yet they were the kind of vibrant that comes at the final moment, a hysterical sort of vibrancy.
“Was I wrong again?”
As Wat Cranston mumbled these words, his incredibly powerful body began to shrink, armor and crown started to corrode. Above his head, a once vibrant and powerful “Dream Seed”, now weakened from the erosion of Chaotic Divinity, ascended.
It had no features, yet it still conveyed a mournful sound to Wat.
Apparently, the Son of Justice had failed the calling of this Dream Seed. As it gradually detached from Wat’s body, the immense power it granted him was being taken back, and Wat began to revert to a mummified state, even worse, sliding back towards the skeletal appearance he had when first chosen, on the brink of Death.
“He failed!”
In the Forest of Ignorance, Stan and others sighed.
His lover, Frieda Hesse, wore a complex expression; her eyes were full of concern, yet the affection for Wat within them had not diminished one bit.
In the Experimental Tower, beneath Tang Qi’s feet, the Sad Frog also sighed, about to say something.
But at this moment, Tang Qi’s voice suddenly rang out.
“Shut up, fuck.”
“It’s not over yet!”
Just as Tang Qi finished speaking, in the high air of the City of Justice, a figure that had been missing for a long time appeared again.
Martin Sims!
This “Dream Creature”, who had been absent for far too long within his own Node, revealed a schadenfreude smile on his withered face as he looked at Wat, who had reverted to the skeletal appearance he had initially. A familiar sound of Thorny Whip crackled.
“Snap!”
Wat, after taking a thrashing, not only did not mourn but instead looked with utmost excitement and surprise at the returning mentor.
Unable to contain himself, Wat almost roared out his question.
“Teacher, what exactly should I do, what is absolute justice?”
“If I do not kill, Chaotic Evil will always exist; they will escape and continue to wreak havoc, perhaps because I did not kill them, more innocents would be harmed.”
“But if I insist on slaughter, I cannot guarantee not to mistakenly kill the innocent, nor can I ensure I am always just, not blinded, not fallen…just like now.”
“Snap!”
Wat’s roaring received another thrashing.
Simultaneously, Martin Sims’s disdainful sarcasm sounded out, as the Saint nearly pointed at Wat and scolded:
“Who do you think you are, do you think you are all-knowing and all-powerful? Even the old Master of Thorns, that foolish old man of Light, along with the new ignorant Master on the Divine Chair…They cannot achieve what you desire.”
“Also, who do you think I am, your soul mentor? You think I’ll tell you what to do, you crazy, stupid imbecile.”
“In my view, Order and Justice are one pile of crap, Chaos and Evil is another pile of crap. Each time humans enjoy bread, both sides spread with toppings, this Species will never change.”
“You screeching and lost dumbass, you should ask yourself, what kind of person do you want to be?”
“You kill…or don’t kill!”
“I don’t care, neither does the Master.”
“Snap!”
The Holy Confessor’s whipping always arrives late, but never absent, perfectly suitable for the closing sound.
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Chapter 986 - Capítulo 986: 821: The Master Doesn't Care
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