novelraw Chapter 519: Completion
Chapter 519: Completion
The pick of time retreated little by little, rewinding to the timeframe where Gabriel was still hastening back on her journey, and Fisher was still conversing with Asuka Karasawa and Michael.
At this moment, beneath the Fifth Heaven, occupying a pavilion's corridor situated proximately bordering the pinnacle of the Fourth Heaven, the angel harboring short golden curly hair and trailing a slender white angelic robe had already stood here for an unknown, unfathomable duration.
She sat just like that, wantonly perched upon the railing anchoring the corridor's edge, stretching her legs outwards and swinging them comfortably and leisurely. The surface of the crooked crown adorning her head reflected the dazzling radiance cascading descending from the Sun Ring positioned above.
Before her blue-gold scattered pupils, a dark stream of light flickered. While keeping her gaze fixed on Fisher above, she wore a smile, seemingly anticipating something.
It wasn't until an identical "Helaire" slowly appeared at the end of the corridor behind her that the Helaire, who had been akin to air in this place, made any other movement.
She turned her head to look, only to see the figure behind her slowly deforming under the envelopment of surging chaotic aura, until she completely squirmed and metamorphosed back into a four-legged one-humped camel before stopping.
Subsequently, the chaos that had been surging out of the opposing party's body bit by bit also receded back into the camel's body, and a single strand of Helaire's golden hair quickly fell to the ground.
"Finished?"
"Hmph hmph~"
"The power of that [little guy] is too easy to imitate. If you want, I can help you shape another body... After all, in a sense, you also possess a soul now.""Hmph hmph~"
Because this camel had devoured the [Life Gospel Holy Relic] forged by Sorobato, a portion of the soul bursting forth from it had run into this camel's body.
The camel seemed to want to speak like it did just now, but what came out was only a pleasant singing voice, which amused even Helaire.
She reached out and rubbed the head the approaching camel extended, then spoke softly,
"Forget it if you don't want to... It's about time."
"Hmph hmph~"
Smiling, she retracted her gaze fixed upon Fisher, akin to a venomous snake retracting its tongue. Following that, she turned her head and walked back into the corridor space where no one paid attention and no one visited. The space around her seemed isolated from the entire Sanctuary, and even the entire world.
Subsequently, as her fingers surged slightly, a distorted, constantly squirming bizarre substance surged out from beside her. That substance seemed to possess the purest aura of Destiny in this world, but due to its unique nature, it had now completely transformed into an appearance of chaos.
Yes, this was the creation of a True God that no one had foundthe Loom of Fate.
At this moment, it had evaded the line of sight of all existences, obediently hiding by Helaire's side.
What exactly was Helaire going to use it for?
In the next second, Helaire gently beckoned with her hand, and the fluid-like, constantly squirming Loom rotated and arrived near her hand, flickering with faint, weak golden light.
Within Helaire's profoundly deep scattered pupils, an overflow of darkness that the entire world couldn't conceal seemed to spill out at this moment. The smile on her face also faded away bit by bit. Although the corners of her mouth still retained an arc, it was completely filled with an indescribable extreme indifference and terror.
She exhaled like orchids, softly opening her mouth towards the Loom. Those emotionless words instantly transformed into some sort of meaning rather than sound, quickly passing through the Loom and reaching the [Destiny] it linked to,
"A few [fellows] hiding beneath the barrier provided by [Hidden], plugging their ears while stealing a bell; a few naive and childish [thieves] who assume lost items have no owners; a few [gods] revered by this world yet extremely cowardly..."
The information conveying the voice was extremely concealed, akin to a melodious, indescribable song flowing within destiny, waiting to be heard by someone,
"I am the silent audience reading civilization and meaning, and also the conductor of a song, dance, and epic."
"I eternally gaze upon your destined end, but before that, I bring two bounties."
"I bring a [World-Ending Prophecy] and an [Ally]."
Helaire smiled slightly. In her extremely teasing gaze, there flowed an amusement that seemed capable of devouring everything. In her eyes, the end of all things had long been engraved,
"[The flame of the soul will ignite first, incinerating everything in the world with the flames of war.]"
"[Twisted life will stir up towering waves, erasing the rules upon which living beings depend.]"
"[The False God from within the barrier will leave the remnants of the thieves with nowhere to hide and nowhere to return to.]"
"[The indelible errors of yours will compose an epitaph for you with song.]"
Those bordering purely cruel words had already mutated explicitly forming exactly into this world's conclusion at this exact instant, transitioning identically resembling explicitly a malignant tumor, corresponding perfectly charting exactly a curse, acting equivalently mapping squarely precisely explicitly tracking directly entirely into an ulcer attached to the bone, perennially entwining tightly latching anchoring squaring exactly expressly mapping distinctly accurately squarely explicitly perfectly aiming exactly firmly aiming exactly into the future.
At the exact identical time tracking synchronously parallel, the overarching ambiance enveloping the entire world started transitioning explicitly assuming extremely overwhelming oppression. Positioned squarely acting exactly tracking precisely accurately uniquely exactly hovering situated explicitly perfectly squaring aiming squarely expressly aiming anchoring squarely uniquely hovering entirely directly squarely explicitly directly anchoring firmly exactly securely exactly above every singular living entity, every singular substance, every singular segment characterizing time, and every singular segment mapping death, an indescribable sense of coercive pressure commenced lingering about.
Because, within the deep layers spanning the Spirit World of the world at this particular moment, the originally incredibly turbid Stream of Souls all commenced becoming extremely restless and agitated, as if some sort of more fundamental entity was drawing them, analogous to an immutable law piercing through everything since antiquity.
The gods standing by in full battle array within the Spirit World watched helplessly as an extremely terrifying crevice continuously materialized at the fringes of the Spirit World. Accompanied by the songs of unknown specific meaning, an unprecedented [Invasion], an extremely terrifying [Authority] was sent into this world.
Those infinitely nested, continuously twisting bizarre symbols seemed to have just been artificially severed. Quickly, the nature that the Authority ought to possess was displayed vividly and thoroughly.
Within that Authority, infinite power was spawned as if creating something out of nothing. Even though it hadn't touched any of the Stream of Souls in the Spirit World, it had already begun giving birth to an extremely immature consciousness.
At that moment, a terrifying light quickly shone upon that Authority. It just hung there at the edge of the Spirit World, at the Ultimate, slowly coming to a halt in place.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
That thing which caused even the gods tremendous palpitations naturally had manifestations in reality as well. All the demigods and Mythical Species raised their heads to look at the sky, all halting in place with extreme vigilance and fear, their bodies unable to stop trembling.
Even Fisher, who had just finished conversing with Gabriel and left the Fifth Heaven, felt that sudden onset of palpitations. His entire body stiffened in mid-air, and he then landed on a platform beneath the nearby Fifth Heaven. Subsequently, with a face full of cold sweat, he looked up at the sky in disbelief.
Other ordinary, weak living beings felt nothing at all; most of them were still resting during this pre-dawn hour.
At this moment, the moon in the sky seemed to resonate with a certain existence within the Spirit World, or rather, its position within the Spirit World projected into reality exactly where the moon was located.
Therefore, those living beings would only feel that the moon at this moment was rounder, larger, and much brighter than usual.
Meanwhile, within the Sanctuary, Helaire, who seemed isolated from the world, appeared to have finished saying all her words. She looked from afar at the extremely bright moon above the night sky. At the very end, she softly and teasingly spoke to the Loom in her hand,
"It's your turn to play your cards, little guys."
In the next moment, her previously relaxed palm abruptly tightened, firmly gripping the originally continuously squirming Loom securely within the palm of her hand.
"Crack crack crack crack!"
That magnificent item created by a True God shrank bit by bit in Helaire's hand just like that. Upon that Loom, light-transmitting cracks replicating glass fractures continuously spawned.
Following closely after, the Loom, continuously compressed by terrifying power, finally could no longer bear it and burst apart.
The fragmented power resembling a galaxy did not dissipate outward even a fraction; it blossomed extremely quietly right there within Helaire's palm until it completely transformed into meaningless chaotic gray dust...
And at this moment, Fisher, covered in cold sweat having landed on the platform in the distance, panted continuously while looking at the sky.
He looked in disbelief at the massive, bright moon rising in mid-air. That moon completely overlapped with the moon he had seen in the future, inadvertently shocking his heart.
Mother God?
At this time?
Why... why would she suddenly...
He froze in place, unable to understand despite much thought, as if he couldn't find the answer to the question even if he were to burn out his brain.
"Fisher, Fisher! Are you okay?"
Even Eimhart beside him seemed to become extremely distant, producing layers upon layers of echoing sounds. Fortunately, as his book continuously bumped against his body, Fisher finally snapped out of his daze in a stupor. He turned to look at the extremely worried Eimhart with an anxious face beside him, then spoke,
"I'm fine..."
"That's good, what is going on with the moon in the sky, why did it suddenly..."
"I don't know either. Right..." Fisher struggled to stand up, looked at Eimhart beside him, suddenly remembered something, and asked him, "Just now, before I spoke with Gabriel, did you have something you were going to tell me?"
"Say what..."
Eimhart, who had not yet recovered from reuniting with Fisher, was slightly taken aback. Then he recalled carefully, and the expression on his face abruptly changed accordingly. His originally relaxed expression instantly became incredibly tense. Shouting extremely agitatedly, he reminded Fisher,
"Right!! I almost forgot! Because I thought I was going to be separated from you earlier, I forgot to tell you! Fisher! You bastard failed to restrain your lower half again! You you you you! You actually even..."
Fisher was slightly taken aback. He pursed his lips in slight embarrassment, also knowing in his heart that he had indeed acted wrongly.
Setting Helaire aside, during his earlier phone call with Asuka Karasawa, he also showed no intention of refusing, which was why he said "if only I were genuinely that single-minded."
Therefore, he sighed and said to Eimhart,
"I forgot that Gabriel took you up to the Ideal State to see me earlier... You don't need to tell Renee about this; I will tell her myself, okay?"
He thought Eimhart was morally condemning him because before leaving, he had told Renee that he had turned over a new leaf, whereas the truth was, he had not.
"Tell my ass! That's not what I want to say! Do I not know what kind of person you are? It would be a ghost if you could change! I'm talking about the one named Helaire! That fellow..."
"Helaire? What about her?"
Eimhart was incredibly incensed by Fisher. Even after being away from Fisher for a long time, he still extremely familiarly bumped Fisher's body with his book cover, saying with disappointment that he hadn't met expectations,
"What do you mean what about her! She is [Baimon]!! That [Baimon]! Do you understand?! You simply don't know how terrifying that fellow is, you simply don't know what I saw in the Abyss before, she..."
As he spoke, his words seemed to have his throat locked by some power transcending time and space, causing his subsequent words to come to an abrupt end.
That seemed to be some sort of confinement, a confinement originating from an existence he feared incomparably.
"We must escape quickly, Fisher... Listen to me, otherwise we absolutely won't meet a good end... Let's slip away quickly, okay?"
Until the very end, these were the only words Eimhart could utter. But even so, Fisher could feel the burning anxiety in his heart; otherwise, he wouldn't have demanded that they quickly leave this era without any buffer just after reuniting with him.
However, upon hearing his words, many events from Fisher's time getting along with Helaire continuously surged in his mind.
Baimon?
Helaire?
Helaire is Baimon?
But, there were clearly no Demons in this era yet, or rather, Baimon originally was not a Demon; she originally was an angel?
No...
For some unknown reason, the words Youfeile had said to him previously surged into his mind once again.
He had originally thought those were fabricated contents Helaire made up to tease him, things like Cupid and whatnot...
But right now, through Eimhart's reminder, Fisher suddenly felt that it might not be the case.
What if many of the things she said to him were true?
He was clearly so firmly confident that Helaire's feelings for him contained zero falsehoods, but this could not explain why she took such a strong interest in him from the very beginning.
What if she hadn't lied to him, but he simply had never discovered the true meaning of the words she spoke?
His mind continuously recalled every single line of profound significance spoken by Helaire, and a feeling of terror upon closer reflection instantly surged into his heart.
Right, and there was also that game...
What exactly did that game refer to?
"No, Eimhart, I need to go find..."
Just as Fisher made up his mind to go find Helaire to ask for clarity, he suddenly felt a telepathic connection to something.
He turned his head around, slightly taken aback, only to see that not far below across from the platform where he stood, at the edge of an extremely concealed corridor hidden in the shadows, an exquisitely beautiful angel with short golden hair was looking at him with a smile, just as before.
"Hela..."
At this moment, she was still wearing that crooked crown he had gifted her.
And beside her, for some unknown reason, the camel he had given her suddenly appeared in the Sanctuary. Yet previously, when he took her and fled the Ideal State, there were clearly only the two of them...
Her blue-gold scattered pupils carried a smile. She first raised three fingers, and then lowered two of those three fingers, seemingly symbolizing the consumption of certain things.
Three things?
While Fisher was still pondering, Helaire continuously made a cute motion of drawing a bow from afar towards Fisher.
Just as Cupid had done to him previously, accompanying the action of releasing the bowstring, she shot a non-existent arrow into his chest.
Perhaps only now did he understand that the Cupid's Arrow possessing a concrete shape was actually probably just an ordinary arrow. What was truly meaningful was her process of marking and locking onto him.
"Don't worry, my dear, even if the world is destroyed, you will be fine."
For some unknown reason, this sentence suddenly surged into his mind.
Fisher hurriedly urged all the power of his Mythical Rank, wanting to rush to her side to ask about everything clearly, but the arrow of love was too fast. Cupid's speed in drawing the bow was far faster than any of his actions.
Helaire in the distance simultaneously opened her mouth. Although Fisher could not hear the specific sounds, he discerned from the shape of her mouth what she was saying at this moment.
Word by word, she spoke extremely slowly,
"The game has already begun, let's meet again in the future, my dear~"
"Helaire!"
In the next moment, the imaginary bow and arrow in her hands left the string.
Around Fisher's waist, the originally extremely quiet power left behind by Renee instantly mutated and burst forth, shattering all the fixed time surrounding him.
Before Fisher's eyes, everything began to twist, as if he were being fired directly out of the long river of time like a bullet.
Unlike the experience of losing consciousness when he arrived, currently before his eyes, everything happening at high speed across lengthy years drifted past like light.
Every single thing was changing. Countless sounds and countless images were so fast that even a Mythical Rank or demigod like Fisher could not catch a single piece of information.
Mountains and rivers altering shapes, civilizations dying out, sun rising and moon setting, great changes over time, one declining while another grew...
Only those eyes with scattered pupils seemed to transcend time and space, eternally and unchangingly locking onto him, gazing at him.
"Uhh aaaaahhhh!"
Fisher finally couldn't bear it any longer and roared out, completely losing consciousness amidst the shuttling of time, letting it carry him towards an unknown direction.
In the era Fisher had already departed from, right now, whether it was the Mythical Species, demigods, or deities, they all had their hands full.
But for the living beings and all existence in the mortal world, this world seemed as if nothing had happened. It merely quietly raised the sun of the second day, letting that gentle radiance sprinkle across the earth, rousing infinite vitality, and commencing a brand new day.
On a deserted island on the sea level far away from the Dragon Continent, Asuka Karasawa was still hugging the Cardinal that had long since disconnected. She maintained her previous posture just like that, smilingly looking at the ocean before her, with spring warmth and blooming flowers.
"Karasawa!"
Behind her, under the illumination of the morning light, Mikhail slowly walked out from the woods. Upon seeing the female figure sitting on the beach hugging the Cardinal, he placed his hands before his mouth and called out to her like this.
"Mr. Mikhail?"
Asuka Karasawa dazedly turned her head. When she saw Mikhail, she also stood up and waved at him.
Mikhail jogged all the way towards Asuka Karasawa, stopped not far before her, and said to her,
"Michael over there told me that Fisher has already left the Sanctuary and doesn't know where he went. You should know, right?"
"Ah, yes... I know. Teacher Fisher and I have already talked it over."
Asuka Karasawa smiled slightly, saying this to Mikhail.
Mikhail sized her up and down, abruptly nodded, and said,
"You've become different from the Karasawa I first met."
"Eh eh, really?"
"Yes, you've become much stronger. But this is a good thing, don't you think?"
"Ah, it is indeed. I also have to thank you, Mr. Mikhail, for helping me a lot along this journey."
Mikhail took a deep breath, then shook his head and said,
"No need to thank me. I won't be able to offer much major help from now on. By the way, Michael also told me that extremely serious problems occurred over at the Sanctuary and Tree Continent. Currently, all the demigods have fully entered the Spirit World, and those Mythical Species are also standing by in full battle array. It seems to indeed be a very major event. This might be a good thing for you, because this way those Mythical Species might not have the extra energy to manage you. You can find a place to hide and then plan your next steps."
"Okay, I understand, Mr. Mikhail."
"...So, your plans for the future, do you mind telling me? I won't tell Michael and the others."
"What's there to mind..."
Asuka Karasawa smiled slightly. Then, carrying the Cardinal, she looked at the ocean before her. After pausing for a long time, she said,
"After this, I will continue searching for the path leading us back home, but... not just searching for our path returning home. I perpetually harbor a premonition, Mr. Mikhail, that the Transferred Persons in this world don't exclusively comprise of uniquely merely you, me, and Margaret. It's possible they have already traversed explicitly plunging into this world yet I securely preserve utter ignorance regarding it; equally possible they universally arrive plunging into this world strictly steering navigating explicit mapping future...
"What I mean is, I will walk further and further down this path, and then lead them, correct them, letting them coexist much better and more harmoniously with this world. I don't want us to commit errors mimicking exactly Margaret's ever again. I've additionally generated explicitly identical realizations: universally regardless evaluating myself, yourself, or identically explicitly Margaret... the core residing expressly natively deeply explicit within our hearts truthfully hauls identical explicit explicit specific omissions and regrets characterizing uniquely explicit specific identical traits... concurrently this exact explicit identical specific respective omission identically expressly mapped exact identical explicit tracking traits distinctly bridged directly inviting exact identical matching tracking uniquely mapping disaster..."
Mikhail looked at the back shadow of Asuka Karasawa staring at the distant ocean and the future before him. Deep in thought, he reached out his hand, clutched his own chest, and muttered,
"Yes... it is indeed like that..."
"[Completion]..."
"What?"
Mikhail raised his head and questioned in this manner, while Asuka Karasawa ahead also smiled and turned her head to look back,
"Haha, although I'm borrowing a concept from anime I watched in the past, the meaning is roughly like this. Mikhail, telling you this without fearing you laughing at me, I just feel that although the inner hearts of every one of us Transferred Persons might have some omission, this kind of omission is actually mendable. Perhaps, through my own strength and the experiences and efforts in my future, we can all [Complete] that missing part in our hearts to some extent... That way, perhaps we can find meaning in harmonious exploration, find what we pursue, and find the path home."
Mikhail smiled slightly, then said,
"Why would I laugh at you for this, Karasawa? This is a noble ideal... but this also entails that this path will be very, very difficult; you..."
"I can do it, Mr. Mikhail. I might establish a place capable of accommodating us, these [persons with omissions]. Haha, it seems for this not-so-friendly world, such an idea is indeed a bit earth-shattering... Since it's like this, why not call it... [Creation]? From the very beginning, creating a new world."
"...I understand. Karasawa, although I have promises with Michael and owe him a lot that needs repayment, I will help you, using my Cardinal. Do not hesitate if you need any assistance."
"Ah, alright."
Asuka Karasawa nodded smilingly. After that, she looked anew at the extremely expansive ocean, heaven, and earth before her.
As the sea breeze blew warmly, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling an unprecedented nervousness.
Before her eyes, there were still countless challenges waiting for her, but she had to take this crucial step.
Teacher Fisher, did you see this?
Although the future is truly confusing, I have confidence. I will rely on myself to find a path belonging to us Transferred Persons...
"Asuka..."
But right at this moment, a familiar male voice abruptly rang out from behind her, seemingly calling her.
That was...
Teacher Fisher's voice!!
She abruptly opened her eyes, seemingly still somewhat in disbelief.
Could it be that Teacher Fisher still couldn't feel reassured about her, and thus came to find her after leaving the Sanctuary?
But... but didn't they already agree?
In an instant, mixed feelings welled up in Asuka Karasawa's heart. She was somewhat impatient to reunite with Teacher Fisher, yet somewhat shy to face the feelings she had gathered the courage to express earlier. She wasn't even sure if she would have the courage to say it a second time if they were face to face.
But at the same time, she also felt a sense of unease. She worried that if she continued to stay by Teacher Fisher's side, she would become weak and dependent on him again like before. She was even slightly puzzled, puzzled as to why Teacher Fisher would suddenly break his promise and appear here...
Right at this moment, a large hand identical to Teacher Fisher's descended and landed heavily on Asuka Karasawa's shoulder, bringing an inexplicably bone-piercing chill.
She only heard the Teacher Fisher behind her say this,
"Asuka, are you really going to rely only on yourself? You know, we are all standing here, wanting to help you..."
But... but...
"But, Teacher Fisher, haven't we already agreed? Why would you..."
"Don't forget, Asuka..."
With a slightly pale and puzzled face, Asuka Karasawa turned her head back, her mind seemingly filled with thousands of questions to ask Fisher.
But upon turning her head, what she saw was that handsome Fisher wearing a luxurious kasaya, firmly grasping a string of prayer beads in his right hand.
His left hand stretched out from the shadows within the long sleeve of the thick black kasaya, firmly pressing down on Asuka Karasawa's shoulder straightly like a shackle.
And the person himself, under Asuka Karasawa's puzzled and dazed gaze, also smiled quite warmly...
He narrowed his eyes, smiling at Asuka Karasawa, and said,
"Invoking the Buddha's Name, Other-Power Original Vow."
(Volume 4: Chapter of Ten Thousand Years of the Magic Lord)