From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 225: The Asura Realm, Home to Hungry Ghosts

In that split second when the man's blade was about to strike down, the very moment Jari had abandoned all struggle and resigned himself to his "fate", a peculiar voice suddenly drifted into his ears.

"I sense boundless rage and resentment. I perceive intense defiance and bitter indignation. Indra has never cared for your kind, but I can!"

"Oh, wrathful mortal, will you accept my power? This power will help you claim your vengeance, liberate your deepest desires, and doom you to—eternal damnation!"

Jari opened his eyes and looked at the "person" standing before him.

This was no man. It was a monster, a bizarre entity with a ferocious head and countless arms. A blazing inferno seemed to burn within its gaze, attempting to ignite Jari's rage, as if guiding him down a wicked path!

"Who... who are you?" Jari murmured in a daze. His limited knowledge offered no explanation for the monster before him, leaving him with only bewildered questions.

"Who am I? Hahahahaha!" Hearing his words, the towering monster was amused and let out a booming laugh. "I am the Asura King Zangyue, the mortal enemy of Heavenly Emperor Indra, a Deity from the Lower Realm!"

"I feel your grievance toward them, and I sense the infinite hatred within your heart. This sheer rage qualifies you to become an Asura capable of destroying everything!"

"So, will you accept my power, human? Accept the strength of an Asura, and become the Asura that annihilates all!"

Hearing this, Jari asked with a blank expression, "If I accept your power, can I get my revenge?""Not only can you get your revenge, but you can also retaliate against anyone you desire. We are Deities of Hell. In the mortal world, you can choose to destroy everything! Blame it on them being the creations of the Celestial Gods!"

Jari hesitated. The entity manifesting before him seemed to serve as living proof that Deities were real.

If that was the case, then if he agreed to the offer, would all his Ascetic Practice be for nothing?

He would never be able to reincarnate as a Brahmin. What, then, was the point of his Ascetic Practice? Wouldn't his entire life have been lived in vain?

He naturally thought this way, but the moment the thought crossed his mind, the man's heart flooded with memories of his past, his everything, his present...

During his childhood, he had studied diligently. However, because his grades were too good, he was stripped of his Rights to an education. His entire family had been brutally beaten and lost their source of income, forcing them to relocate to Kolkata.

In his youth, he had married and had children. But because he lacked the money to buy nutritious food for his wife, four of his seven children died prematurely.

In his middle age, his father died. His attempt at revenge had failed, and he returned only to find his entire family slaughtered, leaving him as the sole survivor...

And yet, for a Dalit, this was not even considered a tragedy. They endured so many horrors that this wouldn't even rank among the worst!

But for a "human," there was nothing in this world more tragic.

It wasn't that Jari didn't want to cry; he simply couldn't. His tears had dried up decades ago. Just like every other Dalit, they possessed no emotions, because they were deemed unworthy of showing them.

In the presence of a High-Caste, even a mere frown was a damning Sin punishable by death.

Some were dragged out and beaten to death simply for growing taller than a Brahmin!

The Caste System had taught him that this was reality. Dalits were supposed to be like this. Their lives were predestined to be like this. As long as he survived until death and waited for reincarnation, he could become a Brahmin and finally achieve his salvation.

Yet, the knowledge he had acquired told him otherwise—that this was nothing more than the lies of the rulers, a fabricated deceit woven by the ruling class specifically to keep them submissive.

"So it wasn't a lie after all, we were just unworthy?" Jari muttered. "Fine. Reincarnation, past lives... what does it even matter? Can my father's Sin, my family's Sin, truly be washed away? Or rather, are the Brahmins of the Celestial Realm just exactly the same?"

Hearing those words, the Asura King before him suddenly burst into laughter and pointed a finger at him. "Hahahahaha! You truly are a natural-born Asura! You can even sense the injustice of the Celestial Realm! Yes, the Celestial Gods are Brahmins, but we are not like you. Even though we Asuras live on the earth, we can storm the Celestial Realm and slaughter those Brahmins!"

"Even the Heavenly Emperor must die!"

"Death cannot make them repent, but it can make them feel fear! This is the very meaning of our Asura race's existence!"

Hearing this, Jari turned his head and stared at this terrifying Deity and Spirit, nodding gently. "If that is truly the case, then... I accept!"

The indignation and rage buried in his eyes for decades finally erupted into a raging inferno, swallowing him completely. "I want to obtain power, I want to take revenge on them! I want to know if they would still dare to call me a Pariah if I had power!" "Excellent!" the Asura King nodded in satisfaction. "Right now, in this era, at this very moment! You shall become an Asura. You shall transform into the most terrifying Asura avatar in this world and pour the flames of your fury upon everyone!"

"Burn, you buried grievances and resentment! Arise, you unyielding defiance born from eternal oppression!"

The vision vanished. The Asura King disappeared. The blade of the man in front of him was only just beginning its descent.

To the outside world, everything that had just transpired took less than a single second. The machete fell directly toward Jari's neck, ready to finish him off.

But something entirely unexpected happened!

The Dalit before them was suddenly engulfed in roaring flames. The terrifying fire radiated an intense heat that violently forced the two men back!

"What... what is going on?" one of them gasped in shock.

The other man was so paralyzed by panic that he dropped to his knees. "Great Lord Vishnu, I have been so devout! I have even offered Sacrifices in your temple. Please do not forsake me!"

In a Realm with such an overwhelmingly thick religious atmosphere, it wasn't surprising that his thoughts went straight to prayer.

However, what did surprise them was the terrifying howl that erupted from the flames: "Ah... Ah!"

It was a miserable shriek, the most guttural roar a human could tear from their throat while enduring unimaginable agony. It was a sound that made everyone instinctively realize something was horribly wrong, yet it rooted them to the spot, making it impossible to flee.

The echoing howl suddenly filled the two murderous thugs with fear. "Let's get out of here, okay? It's just one Corpse. We can just pick a random house, kill anyone inside, and sell their body instead!"

One of them suggested, and the other nodded in agreement. Just as they turned to leave, a wall of fire blocked their path.

The flames from earlier had vanished, but a new fire had ignited, crowning the head of the man standing before them.

It was a flame fueled by resentment and wrath, serving as the very source of his new power.

Jari could feel the Asura's power coursing through his veins. The violent, ruthless energy perfectly mirrored his current state of mind.

Fire blazed across his body. It was the karmic fire, a flame ignited by Sin itself. Those bound by karma would be set ablaze by this hellfire!

And the Asuras were a race capable of wielding this karmic fire. They looked like Hungry Ghosts, possessed bodies as resilient as solid rock, and commanded strength that vastly surpassed mortals—rivaling even the Celestial Gods!

Even if Jari didn't possess such overwhelming strength just yet, he was already no different from a Transcendent. Reaching out with both hands, he seized the two men by their throats and hoisted them off the ground.

With roaring flames dancing upon his head and a ferocious expression on his face, he looked no different from the Hungry Ghosts!

"Now, try calling me a Pariah one more time! Tell me, who exactly deserves to die now?!"

"We deserve to die! We deserve to die!" the two men cried out from their knees, kowtowing frantically like pounding garlic. "We shouldn't have killed your family members, and we shouldn't have come to kill you like this!"

One of them even pointed a finger directly at his companion. "It's all Batel's fault! He was the one who told us where your house was, and he was the one who wanted to kill you! Please don't kill me! I was wrong, I was just following orders!"

Hearing his partner's words, the man named Batel was dumbfounded. He knew the other man would sell him out, but he hadn't expected it to happen so swiftly, so decisively, and with such zero hesitation!

"You!" he shouted, pointing back at the man. "It wasn't me, it was him! He's the one who suggested killing people to sell their Corpses! I just randomly pointed out two targets!"

Watching the pathetic display of these two men and noting how they made absolutely no mention of their so-called "caste", the "system" that the religious sect had deeply rooted in Jari's heart suddenly crumbled.

It turned out that in the face of true power, these people were just ordinary humans. He had genuinely thought that even if he became this strong, they would still look down on him for being a Pariah!

In that case, was the thing that made a Pariah a Pariah really just their birthright? Or was it... power?

This Dalit, who had once received an education, fell into deep thought.

However, his momentary silence plunged the two murderers before him into an even deeper panic!