The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 692 - 360 [Seven Gods’ Chosen]_2
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Pain!
Such pain!
It hurt just as much as when little K woke up in the host of best friends!
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An Su too felt this pain from the past, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly—a profound and unyielding pain.
He quietly watched the maid's retreating figure, the falling autumn rain hitting the ground where she had walked, sprinkling black-grey blossoms.
This piece of the past had finally reached its conclusion, much like the late autumn rain that when it falls in autumn, people often fail to notice its arrival and likewise forget when it departs.
The rains of spring, gentle and lethargic, melt the icy rivers as all things welcome spring; the heavy rains of summer, grand and majestic, nourish the waving wheat fields that cover mountains and fields; the snowflakes of winter, fluffy and swirling, land on people's shoulders, melding with their warmth and melting away—only the drizzles of autumn are forgotten, for their sound is too faint.
Only when the rain has stopped do people belatedly hear its confession to the world.
An Su felt a slightly icy touch, felt those pale fingers gently stroke his cheek, fingertips carefully, slowly gliding across his face, finally coming to rest in his ashen hair, caressing it softly.
The touch was cool and alien yet familiar, like the tail end of night, soft and clean, clearly about to leave, ready to dissolve into the sunrise's bright light. Despite that, the pain that seemed to rip his entire head apart unreasonably faded away, and his mind became serene and harmonious.
At that moment, An Su saw Miss Enya who had lost her name turning towards him from the world of shadows: her pupils had faded, her gaze had dimmed, her memory was blurry, her name was gradually dissipating.
Clearly, the rain was coming to an end, but in the very last moment before the rain ceased, Miss Enya turned around and embraced herself.
Time stretched indefinitely in slow motion, and An Su heard clearly the sound of raindrops falling, seeping deep into his soul:
"Young Master Ansu—"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
Yage Sylvia, having lost her name, tenderly stroked his head and whispered in his ear, in a time of forgetting, amidst the shadows,
"Let the headache fly away."
"My Young Master Ansu, let the headache fly away..."
"Let... the pain..."
"Fly away."
If not for the silence of autumn rain, it would have been deafening.
It was only at this moment that An Su finally understood, finally grasped what he hadn't understood before—why Miss Enya seemed forever dispassionate, why her character was so biased and extreme, why she was more abnormal than himself, why she spoke those subdued words every day, why such a maid always stayed by his side:
Because she had forgotten everything about herself, yet she still remembered—
"She had to love him."
And all emotions lay hidden in the quiet shadows, just like the name of this belief: "Shadow and the Unknown."
For there is nothing in this world more elusive and profound than emotion; it covers shadows, it is a wilderness of the unknown, all is shadow, all is unknown. Yet it also covers radiance, its ground filled with unknown truths.
Miss Enya had forgotten her own name, yet she remembered the name of An Su Moningsta alone.
The rain outside the window had stopped, and this past memory was coming to an end.
Idiot.
Stop patting my head, I'm not a child anymore.
In the time when the autumn rain had stopped, An Su looked up at Miss Enya, his teal eyes reflecting half the starlit sky. He took a step forward, moving from the radiance into the shadow. Their figures overlapped, separated by time, past and future, unable to touch one another, unable to sense each other.
On the altar, the Priest of Life chanted arcane verses, Esoteric Sect Followers spilled blood-red ink within the ritual, baby skeletons and rampant flesh, wild grass and torrential rainy nights, the shadow of radiance and the unknown truths—An Su and Miss Enya embraced in a memory across time and space, be it the past or future, destiny or nether, whether time, light and dark, or that so-called immutable fate, or the gods who manipulate fate, no one in this world could prevent An Su from embracing her.
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Because Miss Maid once embraced An Su, even though An Su did not know it.
And now, it was simply his turn.
"Enya Moningsta,"
"Or rather—"
"Miss Yage Sylvia. I have many questions I want to ask you."
An Su stepped into the shadows, whispering into Miss Maid's ear, even though she could not hear his voice,
"You remembered my name, and I remembered yours."
"If you forget, I'll remember for you. Even if the whole world forgets you, it's fine as long as I remember you, and if the whole world forgets me, it's fine as long as you remember me.
"From now on, nothing can stop us."
He said with a smile,
"Not even the so-called gods, not even the so-called fate!"
At this moment, shadow and Radiance overlapped.
And the ritual at the altar had reached its climax—
The once An Su had walked to the center of the altar, that fifteen-year-old boy intoning the prayer to the Mother Goddess of Life, he smiled calmly from the center of the altar, his dark blue eyes reflecting the most frenzied light, blood crazily devouring the Esoteric Sect Followers, devouring all enemies trying to harm them, blood pooling into a sea, flesh wildly growing from skeletons, the autumn rain had already ceased, replaced by a never-drying blood rain.
Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!
Sacrifice everything!
Lush fat swelled like water, sharp bones grew wildly like bamboo, blood splattered like crimson sunset, piled bones like rolling hills, yet new bamboo met the spring water, yet the sunset spilled over the hills, everywhere was bustling, everywhere was beautiful, everywhere was festive.
Dyeing the snow-white rime with blood red, dyeing the swaying pines and cypresses with blood red, dyeing the gray sky with blood red, dyeing the long stairs of fate with blood red!
From tonight onward, the indestructible Nether Fate had a crumbling gap, the 'An Su Moningsta' fated to die tonight lived on, from tonight onward, the land would rise up in arms, the boy would be reborn from within blood red, he would step onto the long stairs of a fate no one could know, stepping onto a path covered with shadow, the unknown path, stepping onto a path full of Radiance, the path of truth!
Miss Maid broke a fate even An Su could not break, from tonight onward, even gods would have to roll the dice.
And now, An Su held the unknowing Miss Enya tenderly amidst the blood rain, now he finally understood, the only way to transcend fate was the awareness of forsaking.
The awareness of forsaking a name, the awareness of forsaking all, turning all of oneself into a spiral staircase climbing towards fate! Only then is one qualified to conquer the stars!
And An Su was no longer afraid to forsake, because he knew, even if he forgot, there was someone who remembered for him.
"Miss Yage, Miss Enya, Miss Maid."
He said calmly,
"You ended my Nether, and I will also clear your Nether."
[Interesting little virgin, you have aroused the pleasure of Shadow and the Unknown Mother Goddess!!]
The black candle soared up in the greatest flame, dyeing the whole world the color of night, the black flame burned bizarrely and grandly, all shadows, all the unknown, at this moment brought about the most radiant explosion, from now on, there was no more radiant color than this.
"An Su Moningsta"
And all the people of Avad could not believe what they witnessed tonight, it was a scene worthy of being recorded in the Epic:
"Seven Gods' Chosen"
