Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 987 - Capítulo 987: 822: Every World Is Awful
Capítulo 987: Chapter 822: Every World Is Awful
Martin Sims appeared in this final moment, seemingly with the primary purpose of humiliating Wat Cranston.
This doesn’t quite fit the Federation’s imagination of the “Holy Confessor,” but to Tang Qi, it seems quite normal. Tang Qi always believed that the Holy Confessor was the most ill-tempered of the Twelve Saints, even though his reputation was the widest spread and he was indeed the most powerful saint.
Acts like petty revenge against his disciple, Tang Qi thought, whether it was the real Martin Sims or the old man within this newborn node, either would certainly do it.
However, as a Sovereign, Tang Qi didn’t need to guess to immediately comprehend the current thoughts of that Holy Confessor within the node.
Undoubtedly, this ill-tempered and irritable old man belongs to the Order Camp.
Like Amanda, Tyrone, and other kind Dream Creatures, he has a core of kindness and justice.
His seemingly poisonous tongue was actually giving “Wat Cranston” a new opportunity.
In what was considered a normal first trial, Wat had already ended in failure. He completely let down Martin, let down the Thorny Law Code, let down that wailing Dream Seed, and even more so, let down the ever-waiting Frieda Hesse.
Also aware of these insights was the Beckfast Chair.
Still in the image of a Sad Frog, “Farker,” tears welled up in his large eye bags, cried out loudly: “Boo hoo hoo… so touching, this old man reminds me of my old master.”
“That was also a nasty, shameless old man who liked to peep, liked to make sarcastic comments, liked to play pranks, but Farker knew he was a good person.”
Tang Qi, deep in thought, ignored Farker’s wailing. His gaze didn’t even turn to Martin and Wat, the pair of withered corpses of teacher and disciple.
Tang Qi’s gaze remained fixed on the interior of the “City of Justice.”
In a city that should be filled with justice and order, the scene appeared to Tang Qi’s eyes as if contaminated with plagues, full of chaos and evil auras. With the proliferation of dark shadows, this newborn node was being polluted, its descent faster than imagined.
“The power of Chaotic Divinity, although it is only a weak wisp, its influence far surpasses other divinities.”
“Order and chaos are like two sides of a piece of bread, one cannot exist without the other.”
As thoughts flickered in Tang Qi’s mind, his eyes became increasingly bright; he had an experimental idea.
At this moment, he was the “Dream Sovereign,” and the notion immediately manifested within the kingdom.
Martin Sims, who was flogging Wat to buy time, suddenly froze, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, quickly hidden. His weathered, mummy-like face presented a cold, hateful expression.
He looked at Wat Cranston, who was about to lose the Dream Seed, and in a calm tone said:
“Wat, you now have a chance to choose.”
“Abandon the trial, concede your failure, but the benefits bestowed upon you by the ‘Dream Sovereign’ will not be revoked. You can leave this kingdom with your lover, returning to the Source Star, without any harm.”
“Or, continue the trial, but you will face a different situation, will reawaken your pain, will experience loss again… believe me, it won’t be a good feeling; it will be very painful.”
Following Martin Sims’ explanation, different changes appeared before Wat Cranston.
First to appear was Frieda Hesse.
She was originally watching the trial with Amanda and others in the Forest of Ignorance, but in the next second, she was transported to Wat’s left side.
“Frieda!”
“Wat!”
Almost immediately, this pair of lovers wanted to throw themselves into each other’s arms, deeply embracing.
But unfortunately, neither could move for the time being.
Frieda was confined to her spot, merely one of the options.
The other choice manifested beneath the feet of the three.
An incredibly unbelievable scene occurred, successfully overthrowing the tyrant-controlled City of Justice, which suddenly began to evolve, transforming from a primitive city-state into a modern metropolis within a second, and it was a city that everyone felt incredibly familiar with.
Black Fire City!
On the barbaric, grim Dark Age New Continent, a modern city rose from the ground.
The perspective shifted, eventually freezing on the rooftop of a red brick building in the city’s civilian area, beside a rusted water tower on the ground, a scene that made one’s heart clench, furious beyond measure.
That scene was a murder case.
The victims were an elderly couple, and the perpetrator was a young man in a flamboyant purple suit, wearing an Evil Ghost Mask.
In his hand was a crowbar stained with blood, striking at the old man’s head.
But it did not continue, as if paused, frozen at the moment blood splashed, the twisted body of the Human Evil Ghost, the grating, repetitive laughter, the old man’s pained features, like black threads of rain, the cold solidified moonlight, all presented in detail like an “immortal masterpiece.”
Real?
No, it’s not just real; anyone who sees it would think it is reality.
The Experimental Tower, and the Book of Nothingness, which was flipping through pages, stopped, facing Tang Qi with a page that was the freshly created Black Fire City scene.
Shaping all of this was Creator Tang Qi.
It was not difficult to recreate the past from memory; what was most challenging was the newly birthed Dream Creature, the “Human Evil Ghost.”
He was created by a whim of Tang Qi, the process equivalent to Tang Qi attempting to steal a complete Chaotic Divinity Origin.
It may be weak, but it must be complete.
Now, he has succeeded.
A new Source Power “Chaos” has officially been added to the Divine Domain of the Dream Kingdom.
“This Human Evil Ghost is not as strong as the evil ghosts of the real world; the chaotic divinity within the former is roughly only one-tenth that of the latter… but it’s enough. This chaotic Source Power originally comes from a real Human Evil Ghost, entangled with Wat Cranston, allowing chaos to be captured by the Dream Kingdom.”
“Due to the wondrous reaction triggered by Wat’s collision with the Newborn Node, the incredibly weak chaos Source Power, which should have vanished quickly, instead grew stronger and fully integrated into the kingdom, allowing me to control and use it.”
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As Tang Qi pondered, Wat Cranston, facing a choice, once again fell into pain.
He looked with an extremely fierce expression at the scene frozen below, each glance brought immense pain.
Martin Sims’s voice continued to ring:
“If you choose to continue, your new trial will take place in Black Fire City below; you will relive the past, witnessing your parents being brutally murdered, followed by your sister, uncle, lover, friends… and all those you love and who love you, without the ability to change the predetermined outcome.”
“The moment you regain control of yourself will be when you lose your first love girlfriend.”
“Moreover, the Human Evil Ghost will destroy Black Fire City, and you must stop him, but you won’t have the power you once possessed as the ‘Earthly God’. You will fight him at your current level, and without needing any warnings from me, you should know you’re certainly not his match.”
“So, choose the first option, leave with Frieda, isn’t that already the greatest luck for you?”
Every word of the Holy Confessor shook Wat Cranston’s mind.
As Martin said, abandoning the trial was the best choice.
The incredibly real ‘Black Fire City’ below, the extremely cruel scene, was immensely terrifying for Wat Cranston.
He didn’t know if reliving it again would drive him insane, especially as his parents’ murder was just the beginning.
So, choose to give up, at least he could still leave with Frieda.
Even Stan, Amanda, and others watching had the same thought.
Frieda originally wanted to speak, but she was just an option; both her voice and anything else were silenced.
“Wuuu…”
Suddenly sobbing sounds of grief emerged at the feet of the Holy Confessor in the air.
It’s Wat!
This weakened Son of Justice, like a corpse, knelt on the ground, crying. Extreme sadness and anger welled up from within Wat Cranston, who was essentially a Transcendent of the Order Good Camp, experiencing a choice that brought him extreme pain.
The pseudo-creator Tang Qi and his mentor Martin Sims did nothing.
They just watched Wat, waiting for his decision.
Beckfast Chair sighed continuously.
“Fak, this is too painful, this is too cruel.”
“The new master is far more terrifying than the old one. Living such a miserable life a second time would be enough to cause beings like ‘Holy Light Angel’ or ‘Believer of Justice Goddess’ to shift camps, with falling into the Dark being mild; more likely, they would go mad, destroying themselves.”
“Next one, master, change followers, this guy is too pitiable.”
Amid Fak’s sighing and rambling, the crying suddenly stopped.
Tear-streaked and snot-covered Wat Cranston slowly stood up, his gaze still fixed intently on the scene below, immensely cruel and painful to him. The aura of sadness and rage continued to ascend and persist, though no longer echoed with the fierce smiles of evil ghosts but with a frail yet consistently echoing admonition.
From his Human father, Old Cranston.
Gradually, the look of self-doubt and despair on Wat Cranston began to disappear.
A breath of restraint and determination permeated from his body.
Wat didn’t immediately voice his decision but murmured a question: “Teacher, is it only the Source Star, only the world of humans that’s so chaotic and cruel, or is every world like this?”
With this question, it was rare that Martin Sims did not give him a thorn nor hit him with vicious words.
The Holy Confessor contemplated calmly for a second, then uttered words that shouldn’t have come from him as a Saint, follower of the Lord of Thorns.
“Order is only temporary, chaos is eternal.”
“So yes, you are right, every world is so chaotic and cruel; do you still want to stick to your beliefs?”
After Martin’s words, Wat fell into silence.
The look of pain and anger did not diminish; instead, it became more apparent. However, the answer he uttered in the next moment was serene and steadfast.
“Of course, I am Wat Cranston, I choose to continue.”
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Chapter 987 - Capítulo 987: 822: Every World Is Awful
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