Chapter 190
Memories and Pain
As Arthur slowly faded away within the Path of the Cosmos, he felt something strange...
A faint sensation.
Warm, unusually warm.
'Maybe... it's simply because I'm strong.'
That was his only thought at that moment.
Memories began flooding in without permission.
All the pain and suffering he had endured as a child.
Every day that ended with a painful beating from his father.
Arthur would sit in the corner of a dark room,
his head lowered between his legs,
his breathing uneven,
his small heart trembling.
But none of that had truly happened.
They were false memories.
'Maybe... because I'm too weak.'
That was how he used to think.
And so... he chose the path of power.
Step by step, he advanced.
He killed his father.
He wandered through the city alone.
No one helped him.
No one paid attention to him.
And yet... he kept moving forward.
From time to time, he met his friends.
He never showed them that he was homeless,
without a house,
without shelter,
without anything.
He didn't want to become a burden to them.
Then one day, he found work with a friend of his father.
The man was kind.
He looked after Arthur,
fed him,
and let him work alongside him.
During those days...
Arthur felt peace for the first time in a very long while.
He started earning money.
He began seeing his friends more often.
Yet something continued to gnaw at him from within.
Whenever he saw Michael,
he saw the face of that little boy's mother...
Michael's younger brother.
He said nothing.
He locked the pain and sorrow deep inside his heart.
Days passed...
Until that day arrived.
Einver disappeared.
He didn't come.
He didn't appear.
And at every gathering of friends, his absence was impossible to ignore.
They went to his house...
No one came out.
Everyone assumed he had probably traveled somewhere.
After all, Einver was a world champion in martial arts,
and his father was a well-known figure.
Maybe it was a tournament.
Maybe a trip.
Maybe something else.
They waited...
Until the day everything collapsed.
War began.
People joined it.
They fought.
They killed.
The war continued...
Until the worst happened:
An entire nation was bombed.
After that...
Law vanished.
Authority vanished.
Everything that stood "above" disappeared.
Humanity fell into the abyss.
When the war finally ended,
the friends gathered once again.
They learned of Einver's father's death.
They noticed his sister's disappearance.
But...
No one spoke of it.
Cain and Wrath went their separate ways.
Everyone returned home.
Michael lived alone, supporting himself.
Astaroth created an organization to help people,
despite the corruption that eventually seeped into it, like every organization.
He tried to spread hope...
In a broken world.
Iver lived alone with his mother.
And three others disappeared...
Never to return.
Arthur disappeared as well.
He began his assassination training.
And became a great assassin.
Throughout that long journey,
he repeated a single phrase ever since he was ten years old:
"I'm weak... I need to become stronger."
...
'And because I became so strong... everything turned against me.'
'Instead of coming to fight me... they killed the people precious to me.'
Arthur sighed softly.
A relaxed expression,
almost a happy one,
appeared on his face
as he gradually drifted deeper into the Path of the Cosmos.
He was happy...
Because he had lost his power.
In his mind,
perhaps if he returned to being weak,
then only he would suffer.
And that...
Was exactly what he wanted.
He would rather die a thousand times,
in the most horrific ways imaginable,
than allow what happened to little Moon Fu to happen again.
He wished to be tortured.
To be killed.
To have his body torn apart.
Anything...
As long as he never experienced that unbearable pain again.
If he was the one injured,
then he alone would suffer.
Those were his thoughts.
A confused mind.
An unwise mind.
A mind in an abnormal state.
To the point that he had nearly destroyed an entire world...
Before stopping.
But had he truly stopped?
No.
He killed the powerful and the wicked.
He erased power from the world.
He did all of that...
With an unstable mind.
And now,
within the Path of the Cosmos...
Arthur's body moved calmly at an unimaginable speed,
a small smile resting on his face.
A smile of weakness...
And pain...
Directed only at himself.
Through the beautiful Path of the Cosmos,
his soul drifted peacefully...
But suddenly—
{{{{ ρε σκύλα είσαι η μαμά που έκοψε το χέρι και το πόδι του αδερφού μου και τον έβαλε στην αιώνια φυλακή }}}}
An angry shout,
thunderous,
shook the Path of the Cosmos itself.
Arthur's body trembled violently.
Pain pierced every part of him.
"Cain!"
Arthur screamed as agony wracked his body.
He didn't understand the words.
He didn't hear their meaning.
All he felt...
Was absolute might.
An unimaginable tremor.
And pain unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Not even when he fought Cthulhu, the Destroyer of Worlds.
Not even when his body had been erased beneath its attacks.
This pain...
Was different.
Then he felt something else.
It wasn't an aura...
But a darkness moving with terrifying majesty.
Arthur's soul trembled.
Even that soul which had faced the pressure of Constellations,
and stood before the Destroyer of Worlds,
shook in fear beneath that pressure.
| Arthur... it's looking for you. |
"Who?"
| Something... I can't determine its origin or existence. We need to ru— |
Before Cain could finish—
The Path of the Cosmos violently closed around Arthur,
then split apart once more.
And in that instant...
Arthur saw a light near him.
A gate.
A gate...
Leading to another world.
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