Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: The World in Motion
Chapter 332 – The World in Motion

If one was able to see the world from above, or if the gods — as all mortals seemed to believe — indeed watched them from the heavens, then one would see a world with numerous different kinds of events unfolding all around in a mesmerizing yet dreadful tapestry of fate.

There was an event underneath a forbidden zone, in a City of Cats, where a stunning purple cat with streaks of blue was running across the frozen city, two fish in her mouth, pursued by two other cats who seemed well bent on capturing her.

The cat’s feet were nimble and fast, snow and water wrapped around them to make her go even faster. Not only that, but each flap of her tail on the frozen floor caused the frosted ground beneath her to bend outward, making the pursuing cats fall or stop in their tracks.

Other cats were watching at the sides of the roads, seemingly used to this kind of event nowadays. You could even see some of them cheering for the thieving cat despite her obviously wrong action.

But cats were whimsical creatures — one would even say fey-touched — and that made them impossible to predict.

Finally, the cat succeeded in losing her pursuers, making her run down narrow hallways before leaning her body against a wall. Then she used her paw, injected her mana into one specific ice rock on the wall, and suddenly entered a whole new place.

There, you could see many things stored in a very disorganized manner.

There were food —mainly fishes —, there were ice balls, ice puppets, small water fountains, ice crystals, frost flowers shaped like snowflakes.

All of these were…

“Aye. Aye. Aye. Another successful thieving day!” Meris chirped excitedly, before slumping on a soft snow cushion she had stolen from a very old cat who could barely walk.

She felt no remorse. Instead…

“Who am I going to steal from tomorrow?” She mused, while she slept soundly after doing her job of causing problems to the cats.

That event was not the only one.

There was also one happening in a place known to none except a few. Inside a barrier made of the wailing of monsters, the very Heiress of the Mother of Monsters was sitting on the soil, her numerous monsters encircling her while she tried painfully to create her own master-ranked monster.

She still didn’t succeed, though she managed to create one monster at intermediate rank, giving her hope. Though having hope didn’t mean she would stop herself from cursing every two seconds at the gods for her current situation.

Still, she was experimenting, and with failures came a deeper understanding of the structure of monsters and the many possible applications of her abilities, making them increase in both power and dreadfulness.

She realized her blood could do so much more, and to create a monster, she could use a part of herself directly instead of her blood or the mix of two.

That understanding made Inara Serpentine — Heiress of Echidna — gouge out her left eye, adding it to the mix with her blood and the blood of all her monsters.

She shrieked out in pain, her right eye crying blood, but she bit her lips tightly, making more blood trickle down as she began crafting her master-ranked monster.

This time, she was determined to succeed. After all…

“You fucking better not make me lose my eye,” she growled like a berserk beast, “Hero would no longer like me!”

She was immensely afraid, and deep pain was racking her brain, yet she needed to take the risk to succeed.

The barrier would not hold forever.

And soon, hunters would come to rip out her heart. So…

“Ready… I need be ready!”

Inara vowed to herself, with one empty socket.

What an eerie sight.

And yet, once again, another event was unfolding in the very center of Fokay, in the underground. There, a pale young man with red hair and matching eyes was sitting beside a black-skinned woman with black braided locks, both of them perched on the top of the highest tree in Orion’s Training Ground.

The discussion going on between them was one no one would ever guess, for it was strange and weird.

“I have a question, Katy.” The Child of Heavens asked, looking straight ahead, at the black and white trees in front of him.

Beside him, Katy’s heart began to race at the simple mention of her name on Zaki’s lips. Somehow, it sounded more pleasing in his mouth.

Trying hard not to show her boiling feelings in front of him — something she failed doubtlessly — Katy nodded, indicating Zaki to continue his words.

The man smiled at how cute she was, then, “Tell me, what’s the best thing a hunter could hunt?” he wondered, trying to guess his target for his scar.

Katy, as a member and descendant of the Order Orion, surely knew more about this than him. And indeed…

“The best thing? For us?” Katy echoed, putting her mind into place before her face became cold and sharp like an arrow, her black eyes narrowing until one could no longer see her pupils.

A voracious aura emitted from her, one worthy of a predator, as she answered Zaki’s question.

“The best thing we can hunt is obviously a human.” She growled, voice cold, before snapping her head toward Zaki,

“Am I not right, Sky?”

Zaki smiled,

“I cannot disagree.”

His next action was then clear. Hunt a human. But Zaki would go further than that, far further, and do something more.

He would not hunt a human.

He would hunt a goddamn dragon.

‘I am not done with you yet,’ he whispered inwardly, his eyes flashing a cold hue, not forgetting the death of his friend at the hands of those pitiless dragons.

So here he was, fighting a dragon for a dead friend… while in the west of Fokay, a father was slowly drowning whole houses in thick shadows, killing both adult and child, guilty and not guilty, all because his daughter’s safety could be in danger.

Was he right? Was he wrong?

Some would say he was right. Some would say he was wrong.

But at the end, none of that mattered to the Prince of Shadows, for if he had forsaken his freedom for his daughter…

…then surely, he could forsake his morality for his daughter as well.

‘Only for her,’ Asael whispered, as he cut the head of a man with a clean stroke, letting him join the sea of blood beneath him.

He continued his steps, heavy yet steady…cutting the head of a mother, then ripping out the heart of a father, drowning in the mercy of shadows the frightened children, and twisting the neck of an uncle.

There was no mercy in his eyes. No hesitation.

This was the path he found himself on.

And so he would walk it… he would walk it until he found himself back in the embrace of shadows.

‘Might you have mercy on my soul, O OmbreNuit, Origin of Shadows.’

He prayed to his goddess, and continued his slaughter.

All of that while inside a church, a young woman at intermediate rank was going against an Epithet realm in a battle where the loser would be swallowed by the other.

Her weeping of fear could be heard from the heavens, yet you could also hear alongside it her madness.

And all of that while a young golden princess was dreaming in her big golden bed. In the dream, she was eagerly waiting for something, yet not knowing why she was waiting for that same thing or what she was waiting for. The knowledge was inside her mind, but blocked by something she could not fathom.

All she saw was a golden coin.

One she was both afraid of and yet deeply loved.

The golden coin was still.

But it needed to spin. It needed to spin for—!

And she woke up, sweat dripping down her body as if drenched by an avalanche of rain. She cursed the Celeste, her mind heavy with uncertainty.

And all of that while a young man with love in his heart and ashes in his veins was standing in front of a lushful garden, seeking audience with Lady Green, ready to complete his mission and find back the one he loves. His eyes were burning like a devouring black flame, ready to put the whole world in ashen fire.

And in a ruined city, a woman with the ability to see the future — making her able to barely see any longer — was in an apocalyptic battle against a Silver Star with a Ruined Knight at her side.

She was standing on what looked like a sky — a silver sky — the gravity crushing all her bones, and a biting cold freezing her from the inside out.

Her face was bloodied, thick beads of crimson flowing down from her eyes freely, yet she bore a wide smile. Her mesmerizing blue eyes were no longer seeing her opponent, but the futures of her opponent.

If using her power would make her go blind, knowing she needed to use it to survive and help her dear…then she would no longer hesitate.

She was Vaela Crimson of Crimson Veil.

The Seer of The Harvester, and the lifelong partner of Kaden Warborn.

She would no longer fear blindness.

For even in blindness, she was seeing constellations far brighter, and far more beautiful than ever before.

So she laughed, her teeth bloodied, while raising her hands to the sky, her eyes seeing things that enlightened her mind, added to her acceptance of her fate.

She parted her lips, and together with the Knight of Death…

“Domain — Ruined Death.” Ruined growled.

“Domain Activation…”

Vaela’s laughter thundered,

“The Last Star’s Requiem.”

Her domain had been altered.

And oh… there was one left.

One being who, for some strange reason, was either the beginning, the middle, or the end of all those events happening in every corner of Fokay.

He was the youngest of the Warborn.

He was the Favorite of Blood. The Chosen One by Death. The Child of War.

He was The Harvester. The Master. The Leader. The Hero.

He was the Disciple of a Wonder, and the bearer of its uniqueness.

He was the one walking toward transcendence, with the Mark of Burden carved on his back.

He was Prometheus.

He was Kaden Warborn.

And he was bringing down an empire to its knees with his eternal companion, Aurora Starborn of Last Star… and all for her.

And so each one of these prodigies continued on their paths.

Each one of them found themselves in a path they never chose for themselves.

But each one of them was determined to walk it in their own way.

Life was unfair to everyone.

And that was exactly what made it fair.

—End of Chapter 332—