Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3912 Zoo

The first demon god, Kazan, temporarily possesses a physical body and can taste all the flavors of the world. He is indifferent to food and only drinks strong liquor. Especially after learning that the liquor is a rare dragon blood liquor, he drinks it wildly as if he is drinking the blood of a sinful dragon and drinking down the heavy history of the past.

After a long while, Kazan sighed deeply and looked at the two children playing house at the door with a complicated gaze. They were a boy and a girl, both very young, only a few years old. The boy had short black hair and a lively personality. The girl had warm brown hair and a pair of reassuring lake-blue eyes that seemed to penetrate straight into the soul.

Those were his close friends from the past, and their lovers, Ozma and Liz. After their souls were reincarnated, they took on a different form, without retaining their past memories, and lived a normal and peaceful life.

Kazan's long hair billowed in the wind, exuding a bloodthirsty madness and an indescribable demonic aura. Looking at Liv, he said with concern:

"Beauty is like sugar, or like poison; it can bring many disasters."

Although the little girl was young, she already had a pair of clear and bright eyes, a delicate and lovely face, and a smile that revealed a playful spirit. She was clearly a natural beauty and would surely grow up to be stunningly beautiful.

Kazan has deep-seated pain in his memory. He knows that the root cause of Ozma's fall into demonhood was not entirely the betrayal of Emperor Falmelia; that only accounted for part of it. There is a sense of desolation, like a subject being forced to die when the emperor commands it. He feels intense heartache, but he also accepts his fate.

The root lies with Liz, once hailed as the most dazzling diamond in Airo Reno, possessing unparalleled brilliance, and the most beautiful woman in the Perus Empire.

She was Ozma's beloved, but was forcibly taken into the palace by the emperor, with whom he had once been like a brother, causing the hero who saved the world from the scourge of dragons to become a demon overnight.

“This tragedy will not repeat itself. He can protect Liz. The lines of fate cannot draw the exact same past, and no one can interfere,” Ye Lin said in a promise-like tone.

Kazan looked over upon hearing the sound and was secretly alarmed. He saw that Ye Lin's eyes were deep, with old shadows of the past floating within them, as if he could see through the past and the future. He wondered what level Ye Lin was at.

Then, a beam of golden light appeared in Ye Lin's hand. Many blurry words and images emerged in the light. The moment Kazan saw it, his pupils shrank, and intense emotions surged up. Bloodlust and madness surged up, but he suppressed them with all his might.

He saw himself in that beam of light, and knew that these were memories that Ozma had once possessed.

Kazan asked:

"When he perished, did you preserve his memories?"

If the essence of Ozma's soul has not changed, does this, in a sense, equate to preserving the complete soul?

"That's not entirely true. It's a kind of intelligent power that can manifest all of a person's past memories, similar to a backup."

Kazan already understood what he wanted to do. Although he had been suffering in the underworld, his powerful strength and clear mind allowed him to sense the impending storm.

A gloomy sky covered the sky and the earth, followed by a violent storm.

"Won't this distort him..." Kazan only said half of his sentence, but it was already full of concern for Ozma's condition.

Ye Lin laughed and said, "I need Ozma's soul as a vessel to recreate his past complete self, not his present self. We believe in his will, and we believe in the first mage of the Perus Empire."

The profound brotherhood between Kazan and Ozma transcended ordinary meaning. They went through blood and fire on the battlefield together, endured pain and suffering behind prison bars together, and ultimately remained unchanged in life and death. If not unique, it is rare throughout history.

Ellie and Shumo, who had spent some time on the continent of Arad, said they had brought this story back to the realm of the gods. However, even Qingyan and her group of writers who could write all sorts of random things could only sigh and admire, and could not bear to change it in the slightest.

Memories of the past returned to Ozma's soul, and the eternal, ceaseless passage of time turned into solidified light in an instant. The boy who had been playing house slowly stood up and looked in the direction of the two.

After a long while, a demonic figure emerged from his pupils.

The demon grew from small to large until it took shape. Its towering body was more than three times the size of a normal human. It was covered with dense black demonic patterns and strange black matter spreading around it. It had a pair of huge, skeletal demonic wings on its back, which looked like ribs that had been spread out and expanded dozens of times. They had no skin covering them and had an extremely ferocious appearance. Just standing there, it had a suffocating pressure. However, its eyes were gentle like flowing water.

“Ozma, I don’t like you like this. You used to be a refined and handsome gentleman.” Kazan’s usually cold and stiff face softened slightly.

He thought that after Ozma's death, he would also be locked in the underworld, and the two brothers would never have a chance to meet again, with only the shadow of the other's past remaining in their memories.

This is a moment of immense joy, an incredible miracle.

Ozma frowned slightly, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he processed the memories of the past. After a long while, a smile appeared on his face, which had once been filled with hatred for everyone. He laughed in a clear voice:

"Kazan, Night Forest..."

The conversation unfolded naturally. After learning the details of the matter, Ozma glanced back and asked:

"Is it indispensable to me?"

He truly has lost his ambition and fighting spirit; he is no longer the Chaos Apostle.

After Ye Lin nodded, he gave the same answer as before: "It's not that I can't do without you, but you are the most suitable. The power of the Apostles has chosen you, and there must be an undetectable destiny behind it."

"You will be of some help to me in the not-too-distant future."

"Well, do you have a way to deal with my special circumstances?" Ozma continued to ask.

Compared to the stories of other apostles, which might involve fighting for a share of the Immortal Water of Life, or being a tyrant driven mad by boredom, or a swordsman seeking thrills... his story is often born from a great tragedy.

In any parallel dimension, Ozma's birth is almost a perfect replica. A foolish monarch gave birth to a great tragedy. When he transformed into a demon, he was filled with immense malice and destructive tendencies. He was a tree of revenge rooted in the soil of hatred, seeking to destroy all good.

When Ye Lin and Xi Ya Te went to the God Realm, they discussed that Ozma's Blood Curse and the God Realm's traditional style of "trust and agreement" are completely opposite. If the Blood Curse spreads in the God Realm, the impact will be more desperate than in the Arad Continent. There will be almost no means to counter it, and it will be a devastating disaster.

Ozma's idea is that if he were to gather all his selves across different timelines like Sirocco, each malevolent self would strongly influence his current consciousness, eroding his already benevolent soul, ultimately giving birth to a certain kind of Ozma...

Ye Lin said, "I can simply and brutally erase other people's will. This is one method, or it can help you get through it, or I hope they can find peace like you."

“Then, when necessary, don’t let my personal feelings get in the way,” Ozma replied, implying that the first option was acceptable and he didn’t care, since he was an independent thinker.

Moreover, the thought of someone else's will merging with one's own and forcibly squeezing into one's mind feels somewhat strange.

Kazan immediately burst into laughter, agreeing with his brother's idea.

Yes, I am who I am. My will is free and independent. My life belongs to me. As for the rest of me, what difference does it make if I kill them? I can't feel them anyway. Ozma turned around and looked behind him, his eyes filled with deep tenderness and warmth. One of the reasons he agreed almost without thinking was because of Liz.

If the Lord of the End reverses the flow of time and devours everything, causing all things to cease to exist, then the small happiness he currently possesses will also vanish like a dream.

Therefore, since he could help Ye Lin in some way, even if it was just increasing the odds of winning by a fraction, he was happy to do so.

Ye Lin nodded, having accomplished one task on this trip, and then sighed in a helpless tone:

"If only all the apostles had your level of awareness."

The twelve apostles are all ambitious and have fighting spirit, including Lord Di.

Although it had a good life at the zoo, being fed every day and praised for its good looks, it was unwilling to remain in such a quiet and "degenerate" state.

Only in Anton in Tayberrs did this guy really go all out, even wanting to give Agnes the Apostle's essence.

There is only one reason why Anton from all parallel dimensions ascends to the Demon Realm: the fire planet Kronkula is running out of energy and heading towards destruction. It has no choice but to ascend to the Demon Realm in order to survive. It has nothing to do with the Water of Life or any ideals.

Then came the hardship of competing with Sirocco for food...

None of the Antons had any grand ambitions; being able to eat their fill was the happiness they desired.

Once you're full, you don't need to move, let alone fight.

"Turtle" just wants to fill its belly.

"There's one more thing." Ye Lin materialized his Primordial Sword.

Kazan and Ozma's gazes followed, instantly stirring up waves in their hearts. Although neither of them had reached the divine realm and their eyesight was limited, they still sensed the extraordinary nature of this sword. It was probably of great importance and could destroy the world with a single strike.

Ye Lin said, "One of its true forms is the power of chaos, which is the power that appears after you have transformed from good to evil."

"Now, its power has reached an incredible level."

This happened at the very end of the Second Dark War. Ozma has all the memories related to it. The Chaos Power is similar to Michelle's Purification Power, a power that was born by chance through a special method.

“Without you, I could not complete the transformation of good into evil, and the Chaos Power would not have been born. You are the key to its birth.” Ozma, now in demonic form, possessed a clear mind and did not covet the power born from him, saying:
“An evil heart cannot control chaos, so I believe that the power of chaos is just using me as a medium to appear in the hands of the right people. You don’t need to think of me as some original owner.”

"The paths of destiny intersect here, and even without me, it would have appeared in your hands in another way."

When he left, Ye Lin did not retrieve Ozma's memories, but sealed them deep within his soul. When the destined future arrives, everything will return to its original place.

Kazan stayed behind for the time being and did not go to the next place with Ye Lin. He would return to the Underworld after a while.

“I’ve heard about it in the Underworld,” Kazan said, gazing in the direction where Night Forest had disappeared.
“Power, that is the power that even the gods crave.”

Is Ozma truly indifferent to the significance of Chaos Power, or is he intimidated by Night Forest's current terrifying power and therefore dares not speak up, thus doing a favor without hesitation?

Ozma smiled faintly, his face showing no trace of lingering affection, and explained:
“All of me were born from the soil of hatred, yet only I completed the transformation from good to evil and attained happiness. The difference between me and all of me is Ye Lin. He gave me everything I wanted. My Liz, I gave him a part of Chaos. So this was a fair trade, not him taking me away.”

"Kazan, my brother, including you, it was through his help that we were able to meet."

"Ye Lin suddenly approached me, probably to settle some karmic debts, besides that unclear matter."

The brothers were reunited after a long separation, which was already a great fortune. They tacitly refrained from talking about the past, and those painful memories were buried in the dust of history, remaining only in the records of the annals.

Then, even the usually cold and arrogant Kazan cracked a joke, gesturing to the little girl "Liz" who was still frozen in time, and said:
“I know she’s your sister-in-law, but when you gaze at her with such deep affection in your demonic form, I still think you should go to jail.”

After a long while, the laughter from their lively conversation gradually subsided, and Ozma, who was beside Kazan, vanished in a gust of wind. The frozen time began to flow again, and the two children continued their game of house.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the little boy looked at Kazan's location, which was now completely empty.

…………

The Demon Realm, Mole Valley.

With a large tail and a fluffy body, the divine beast Shi Ling squinted comfortably in the sunlight, basking in its warm fur. Compared to when it was in the divine realm, it seemed to have gained a lot of weight.

Lucky Three-Tailed Cat was also dozing off, with Squirrel-like Hakomi perched on its back... Since Akko started school, there has been much less time to play with them.

There was also a bird with bright and beautiful feathers and very intelligent eyes. It stood on a green bamboo and scanned the night forest with eyes full of awe and a hint of hatred.

Knowing that she had to go to school, Akko couldn't bear to see her friends lonely, so she suggested that they build a zoo like the one in the subway center. However, only those who were considered good kids could approach their friends and play with them.

Yako hadn't finished school yet. Ye Lin gently pushed open the door to her room, but didn't go in. He immediately saw a ball of fire on the table, bound inside a magic lantern, dancing actively.

The primal fire of the Explosive Dragon King Bakal has always been used by Akko as a bedside lamp.

"You should ask Akko for her opinion; she really likes that lantern," Herder's voice came. She was dressed in casual home clothes, her curves accentuating her mature and alluring figure, already exuding the charm of a married woman.

Ye Lin swallowed hard, gazing at the ample curves beneath the second coach's clothes, and tentatively asked:
"Second child?"

"climb."

After some time, Herder began killing without expression.

"You're such a hungry woman."

(End of this chapter)