The scene before him was the exact moment of Al's birth, when the Beastlord Zharkhan had set him aside.
The long-dead Zharkhan now walked toward the naked Selesthin, who stood with one arm covering her breasts, her face full of shame and embarrassment. His crotch trident stood rock-hard and towering.
Al suddenly found himself bound, surrounded by several chaos-tainted beasts that left only a small gap so he could clearly see the scene between Zharkhan and Selesthin.
"Fucking cuckold me (how are you)!"
As the poem goes:
Swore to sweep away the bull-headed without regard for life, five thousand gods of war fell in the barbarian dust.
Pity the bones by Thunder Bluff, still the pure-love man from back then.
Mad Mother of Rage!
A colossal phantom rose behind Al. The towering, world-spanning giant god swung its saw-axe weapon and smashed down viciously.
Al leaped high, punched Zharkhan to the ground, then erupted with impossible strength, hoisted the Beastlord overhead, and hurled him away.
He charged forward at blinding speed, casually tearing apart the charging chaos beasts along the way. Reaching Zharkhan, he once again separated the creature from its trident, turning its crotch into a gaping, bloody crater.
With savage fury he ripped off Zharkhan's goat head, snapped it into several pieces, then tore the body apart piece by piece until the Beastlord was nothing but a pile of mangled meat.
He then scooped up the naked Selesthin in a princess carry. The Grail Knight's cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes flowing with spring water as she stared unblinkingly at Al. Unable to bear his own biological mother looking at him with such lustful eyes, Al sighed softly. The woman in his arms turned into countless glowing particles and vanished. He continued forward.
Along the way, Al used his less-than-one-year-old fists to hammer countless minotaurs, daemons, blonde bitches, little kids, n-words, and fat uncles to death. Every scene he encountered covered all the memories from his previous life.
Until finally he dragged a freshly moved-in n-word out of the neighbor housewife's house while her husband was working overtime late at night. The man was still screaming in English, "I didn't do anything!"
The housewife with huge breasts, long legs, and a pure-yet-lecherous face straight out of Water Dragon Sensei's style stood blushing, her seductive expression obvious. She chased after them, leaned against the doorframe, and stared intently at Al.
"Cucks don't need a crime. Being a cuck is the crime."
The young boy grinned. The housewife's face turned even redder, her breathing heavier.
Then, amid the n-word's miserable screams, Al used both hands to rip him vertically in half from bottom to top.
Blood splattered across the boy and the adult housewife.
He turned around, looked at the woman who seemed completely unbothered by the blood and guts, her face showing nothing but arousal, and sighed:
"Don't let carnal desire capture you, woman. Be good to your husband— in the real world, no woman gets tamed by a single cock!"
He blew a breath at her. The housewife and the entire building turned into particles of light.
Al kept walking forward. The farther he went, the clearer his mind became, his thoughts speeding up. Many long-forgotten pieces of knowledge and memories surged up.
He could recall every movement, every glance, every detail of Selesthin, and could now sense exactly what emotions and thoughts those actions and details represented.
The more Al gained, the more his rage grew.
"I know everything."
Al raised his hand, observing the lines on his palm, and sighed as if stating a fact.
"Your actions and you yourself make me angry."
He declared to the master at the end of the darkness.
Then he was slammed to his knees by a terrifying force comparable to the rotation of ninety or a hundred thousand magnetic fields.
His skin cracked inch by inch, blood vessels burst, and his eyeballs swelled from the pressure until they were on the verge of exploding.
[Submit to me! Now!]
[Declare to Chaos that I am your one and only eternal mother!]
The master of this world was clearly enraged beyond limit. Even the world's scenery warped under her emotion, turning into a blood-red galactic battlefield.
"Mom!"
Al burst out crying, his voice choked with sobs.
The faceless master at the end of the darkness, who liked to appear in female form, froze mid-rage, then immediately switched to a gentle, loving smile, ready to welcome her child as a caring mother.
But then she heard Al sobbing brokenly:
"Since I was born… I've only had one mom!"
"Call the cops!"
After an instant of world-wide silence.
A monstrous wave crashed toward him.
Al's right cheek was pressed against the ground with zero gap, yet his hands clawed desperately into the earth, pushing downward inch by inch.
"I do want a family, I want a mother. Hell, I've even had incestuous lustful thoughts in my heart!"
"But not like this!"
He slammed the ground hard and pushed his bloodied body up with his mangled hands.
"I do love tits, I crave the opposite sex, I crave mature bodies! I love lewd things. Some people study hard to gain professional skills, some grind to go to the moon. I just wanted to stay home in my apartment playing in the Spirit Realm until I turned twenty, then drift through life in a Siberian city…"
Al exhaled.
"But I will never become one of those livestock from seventy years ago that you monsters could tame with a pacifier and some titty福利!"
He was pressed flat against the ground, screaming with every ounce of strength in his body.
Because so many people in the past had shed sweat and blood so they wouldn't live like that, Al's generation could stand up and be human beings instead of consumables.
"I want real familial love, the kind where we truly recognize each other! I want a family, and I want them to recognize me as I recognize them!"
"You turned me into the form of a child and slowly reduced my intelligence to that of a few-year-old kid!"
Al gritted his teeth, leaving bloody footprints with every step as he pushed forward.
"Fuck you, Mom!"
"Fuck you, Mom!"
"Settra!"
He screamed with a voice that cracked.
Far across the sea from Estalia, in the great desert of Khemri—where the theoretical distance to the Warp could be infinite or near zero—a certain emperor with a long list of titles sneezed (mist).
"Settra does not serve! Settra rules!"
Then Al collapsed. He could walk no further.
His will still mechanically urged his body, but the body could no longer move. Fear—even his blood seemed to flee backward, terrified of the primal force of this world.
One of the Dark Gods of Chaos, with countless divine names and countless worshippers, had descended.
Purple mist surged from all directions, forming a towering wall in front of Al. Countless human figures appeared within it, flickering, displaying scenes of joy and sorrow, obsessive entanglements and sinful fate.
She could not be described by words or even concepts—only by the simple, blunt external judgment of "female."
—She was every woman's man and every man's woman; the beloved of lovers, the kin of kin, the desire of the desirous, the obsession of the obsessed.
The stars in the sky trembled together, singing joyfully:
"Behold—the Daughter of Chaos!"
Al's heart stopped for an instant, then resumed beating.
"Mistress of the Garden of Ela'rya!"
His thoughts seemed to be leaving him.
"Eternal Sovereign of the Realm of Ecstasy!"
"Mother of Al Mordred (the Renegade Son)!"
"The Great Reveler!"
The stars' hymn ended with a long, drawn-out S and fell silent once more.
Al's powerless body was slowly lifted and floated into the purple glowing mist. His final conscious thought warned him:
Next, Al would have to face directly the Chaos God who had stubbornly called herself his mother.