The Transcendent Godslayer-Chapter 93: Rifts: Changing Fate

Menelaus didn’t get the time to even sigh in relief, or check to see what was going on with the children, before a familiar voice—so beautiful, with a cadence that made it hard to tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman—sounded in his ears.

"I can’t hold them off for long. This is your chance to complete the ritual. Your being—and your children’s lives—depend on it. While you can abandon him now and attempt it on yourself, I still wouldn’t say it’s a hundred percent safe."

Menelaus’s eyes shone. Hearing the voice now, he was more than certain that this was a Saint. Why this Saint was helping him, he did not know—nor did he care. When the time came for the Saint to collect, he would willingly lay down his life.

"You’ve already attracted the ire of the Existential Compendium onto him. However, you still have to finish it—and lock it to me. With that, you can safely perform the ritual on yourself without any complications," the voice continued.

Menelaus’s soul trembled.

They were messing with the Existential Compendium?!

Thinking of Kallen, he couldn’t help but feel pity for the boy. However, the kid had brought this fate upon himself the moment he killed his son.

His eyes turned cold. Kallen would just obediently be the sacrifice. He would have never guessed that Zephyrus would hand him a walking lab rat—the kid was truly a treasure.

Thinking of Zephyrus, his gaze chilled even further. That bastard had been riding on his head for almost all his life... Not for long. He had a chance now to rewrite his fate.

Maybe he was already counting his chickens before they hatched, but nonetheless, it was impossible not to feel gleeful about it.

And so, he turned his attention back to Kallen. The chaos around them, which was harvesting lives en masse, didn’t affect them in the slightest.

He took a breath and began making the last incision, tracing the cuts he’d made along Kallen’s hairline until they reached the rune on his forehead.

A pulse came from the boy—

and he became a vortex of energy.

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Kallen looked back at the ruby eye that seemed to stare into his soul.

In a way, he felt completely suppressed and bare before its gaze, and at the same time, had never felt more comfortable, more... perfect.

It was an odd feeling, considering that right now, as he stared directly into the eye, feeling the vastness of all there is, was, and will be... it sang of a quintessence that made him feel like mud before stardust.

All his inadequacies were laid bare; his flaws, how weak he was... In fact, before that gaze, he was nothing, and was forced to confront the crushing truth of that nothingness, before it finally killed him.

However, while many would feel despair at being utterly suppressed like this, Kallen did not. In the same manner, he did not rage or rebel. Instead, he did the unconditional... he accepted it?

He looked at all the "filth" he was and embraced them, parsing them apart and compiling the pieces into walls within his mind. And after creating these walls, what was left in the middle... was a path.

One that was ironically... perfect.

Kallen seemed to forget that this thing was here to kill him, and instead utilized what was meant to be the ruby eye’s disdainful suppression of his Existence... something meant to end him, as the very framework to build a path for himself.

*Bang!!*

His soul shook under the sound. It was like the forceful snapping shut of a colossal gate, and Kallen could swear he heard the eye roar in pain and seething rage.

In its place, he saw a drop of blood?

The liquid felt beautiful and majestic, and before it, his own blood seemed to flow in reverse.

"The Existential Compendium," he said to himself with a tone of finality. It was as though he was so sure, no one could tell him otherwise.

What was more shocking, though, was that even after reaching this realization, he was completely carefree, as though he didn’t realize he had almost been killed by the Existential Compendium itself. And even worse, that there was something that could suppress its power?

It almost felt like he thought that was natural.

Looking at the drop of blood hovering a few meters away... "Can I reach it?" He tilted his head.

And then, as if it were the most natural thing to do, he started walking toward the blood. With each step he took, pressure mounted on him, yet his gait remained steady and composed.

Step after step.

At some point, his feet began to sink into the floor.

For the first time, he stopped. Floor?

"How did I get here?" He frowned. "Where is this place?"

Looking around, he could see the world and all that was in it, but immediately forgot what he saw the next moment. He could tell that varying things were happening all around him, each one capable of destroying him in an instant—yet none touched him.

He couldn’t remember anything he saw. Not even the floor after seeing it. He could only tell it was the floor, because he was sinking into it.

He stood still for many seconds, thinking long and hard, but arriving at nothing.

"I understand," he said finally, and resumed walking.

At last, he reached the blood drop.

Unlike the usual scarlet or crimson that characterized blood, this one was ruby in color, and equally shimmered like the gemstone.

Reaching the blood, however, was one thing. Touching it was another.

In fact, just standing so close to it, his body began to disintegrate slowly.

He didn’t flinch, paying it no mind, and pushed his hand forward, still fighting against the pressure that sought to force him to his knees.

Finally, he caught hold of it. Although it was stable in his hand, his entire body was vibrating from contact. He was certain the vibration came from the blood drop, but the drop itself wasn’t vibrating.

It was a very odd dynamic.

He didn’t dwell on it though, and proceeded to do the most unconventional... or perhaps the most conventional thing he could have done.

He opened his mouth and threw it in.

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