Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 394 Love and Hate (Part Six)

For a life that does not know 'love'—

This softens the heart, subverts instincts, and transforms the "beast" into something that forms the cornerstone of civilization... It is a more potent poison than the "poison of the mortal world."

The little devil with black hair sighed sadly:

"If the Black King's divine power is enough to control [fate]."

"Then the White King has the power to deny the [Oracle]."

His gaze suddenly drifted into the distance: "The existence of the Proxy was supposed to be merely a vessel, used to hold the Emperor's spirit as it awakens from its tedious slumber. It was the audience seat He chose for Himself on the day of the Promised Day... But the White King's desires changed all of that."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head. "It sounds like we should thank her."

Dragon wars, the Nine Realms Bloodbath, racial extinction... these are ultimately concepts that lack real-world relevance. According to Lu Mingze, if it weren't for what the White King did, they wouldn't be where they are today, right?

Even so, he still found the White King's actions incomprehensible.

Love, a word that seems simple, yet contains infinitely profound meaning.

Did the White King personally instigate this chapter of the dragon race's decline, merely to make the Black Emperor, seated on his divine throne, understand—

What is...love?

It's utterly absurd...and chilling.

He sensed an unspeakable sarcasm in Lu Mingze's eyes.

"Grateful?" The little devil scoffed. "The White Queen caused us brothers to tear apart the Black Queen's spirit and give us a self that shouldn't exist. Generally speaking, rationally speaking... we should indeed thank her."

"—The premise is that this help is out of pure goodwill..."

"Brother, do you think she would have such a pure attitude?"

Don't try to make the White Emperor laugh.

As soon as he said those words, Lu Mingze couldn't contain the expression on his face. Sarcasm, ridicule, hatred... were like countless paints mixed together, turning into a colorful black.

His face, shrouded in shadow, now displayed only a twisted smile, like a beast ready to devour its prey, inspiring fear in all who beheld him.

Even Bu Shun found it amusing—but now that he was using the alias "Xi Xiao," he still had to maintain a cool and aloof attitude in order to preserve his persona.

"How many cold and cruel acts are committed in the name of 'love'?"

The man, standing like a sharp longsword in the rainy night, said indifferently: "In the end, dragons are dragons. Whether it is the Black King or the White King, they are all tyrants and ruthless supreme beings who can trample on the fate of others without hesitation for their own purposes."

For their sole purpose, they are willing to sacrifice countless lives... There is no essential difference between the two.

"Correct!"

The little devil surprisingly expressed his agreement.

"The Black King's awakening is inevitable, a predetermined fate, a 'certainty' that will arrive on the [Promised Day]. However, the White King glimpses within this torrent of destiny the space she can maneuver, even allowing her to... create the future she desires!"

Everything she did was for one goal—

“Create a ‘Black King’ that belongs entirely to her!” Even though he had a premonition, Lu Mingfei was still dumbfounded and thunderstruck when he heard this answer.

"Yandere?" That was the only adjective he could come up with from his mind: "The White King is actually a love-struck fool?"

Are you kidding me?!

However, Lu Mingze suppressed the smile on his face.

“Yandere… Brother, it’s not wrong for you to think of her that way.” He shook his head. “But don’t look down on Bai Wang because of this, and don’t confuse her with those irrational women in romance novels who make unreasonable demands just to date the male lead.”

He changed the subject:
"When exactly Nidhogg was born, and how long he lived, is something that probably no one but Nidhogg himself knows."

"There is nothing in the starry sky that is similar to Him, only countless insects that He can destroy, which makes Him weary."

"All I know is that one day, Nidhogg crossed the sea of ​​stars and drifted to the edge of the Milky Way in our solar system."

"Perhaps... it was after experiencing an unimaginably long period of 'loneliness' that Nidhogg finally could no longer bear this solitude that was almost etched into his blood. So he seized light dust, twisted the orbits of stars, and personally forged the stars from nothingness, creating the 'Midgard World' that we know today—the planet that humans call 'Earth'."

"The Black King believed that only those who were equal to Him could alleviate his loneliness."

"Therefore, He relinquished His near-omnipotent power, splitting His own flesh and blood, His authority, to create the pure white 'Morning Star,' who will become the future High Priest of the Dragon Clan—"

“Nuwa, Gaia, Izanami, Aditi, Ymir, Amelov... call her whatever name you like.”

"The Primordial One, the Mother of Gods, the First Spirit..."

"That is the White King."

The White Queen is the true founder of the Dragon Clan civilization. She created "writing" and "names," defined "words of power," and laid the initial foundation for the birth and development of the Dragon Clan with concepts that did not exist before, such as "love," "family," "bloodline inheritance," "life," and "order."

"In an era before the concept of family existed... why would a created being develop... a longing for its creator?"

“I don’t understand, and even the Black King himself can’t comprehend it.”

Even though the "self" is established by having an "identifier" that is "equivalent to itself", the Black King is still fundamentally different from the White King.

The things the White King created to please Him were, to Him, merely an interesting game of development and management. While the process of the game and the role-playing of family provided some solace for His loneliness, He could never truly understand... the definitions the White King had shaped for civilization.

He could not understand family, so He regarded the four kings He created as subjects and pets.

He could not understand blood ties, regarding them only as a kind of shackle, a rein used to control subordinates.

The supreme god stands atop his lone throne, with all the subjects of the nine realms offering him loyalty and reverence. The black-clad emperor's wings are adorned with the endless souls of the dead, and he has decided in his heart that this game is over.

Every game eventually comes to an end, doesn't it?
—This is precisely where the difference between black and white arises.

"The White Queen deeply loves her creator, the Father God, but at the same time she also knows that the day the Black King longs for is the end of everything."

"The end of the Dragon Clan civilization, the end of life, the end of the Nine Realms... is also the end of His brief family relationship with Him."

"She knew that she had no place in the Black King's heart, so she decided to defy the fate he had decided upon, using everything she had to deny his existence—"

"To leave my own presence in that lonely and empty heart, to stain it with my own white and crimson."

　Silent Update
　　(End of this chapter)