this infinite world

Melkor, or Morgoth, is a figure whose deeds are well-known not only in the prehistoric world but also throughout the entire multiverse.

Firstly, it was due to Melkor's background. As the commander of the Saint Legion under the High Saint Ilúvatar, his position was practically "the highest among ministers." During the period when all the races of the primordial world faced the "Great Purge" by humanity, it was precisely because of this status that Melkor was able to escape unscathed... This was a world of difference compared to the other races of the primordial world who were banished to the edge of the multiverse and eke out a living like stray dogs.

Of course, everything in the world has its gains and losses. Since you have enjoyed the benefits that come with your status, you must also bear the corresponding price.

In the multiverse's transcendental system, the "Saint Legion" has always been a contradictory entity. Melkor's fate is the most vivid illustration of this system—as Ilúvatar's most outstanding follower, he indeed escaped the bloody purge of the primordial continent, but he was also forever imprisoned in an invisible shackle. Like an insurmountable chasm, no matter how much he honed his skills and accumulated experience, his strength improved at a snail's pace, and even a slight increase was incredibly difficult.

This is the flaw in the "Saint Legion" system. Once you join it, your future is completely predictable; your path will at most reach the advanced fourth tier, like a meticulously pruned bonsai that, no matter how lush, will never grow into a towering tree.

Just as awakening the light of the soul requires absolute self-awareness, becoming a saint requires stepping out of a completely independent, personal "sacred path." Melkor's tragedy lies precisely in this. As a legion commander under Ilúvatar, his every action was shrouded in the radiant light of a high-ranking saint. Like a sapling forever living in the shadow of a towering tree, he was deprived even of the chance to gaze at the stars, let alone grow into a new towering giant.

Therefore, this is why strong individuals who still have ambition will never join the Saint Legion... Anyone who embarks on this path is essentially giving up the path to sainthood!

If it were an ordinary genius, it wouldn't be so bad, since no matter how hard they try their whole lives, they would never reach their limit, let alone strive for sainthood; but for the proud and arrogant Melkor, this hopeless future was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

In the torment of the long years, Melkor's resentment gnawed at his soul like a venomous snake. When he watched as the legion members he had once looked down upon gradually caught up, while he remained stagnant, the resentment that had been suppressed for a thousand years finally broke through the shackles of reason.

—Thus, unwilling to be inferior to others, Melkor launched a rebellion.

This long-planned rebellion was earth-shattering. As Ilúvatar's most trusted Valar, Melkor's betrayal directly shook the foundations of the Great Music of Creation—discordant notes spread through the very source of the Holy Path, forcing Ilúvatar to retreat from the world and devote all their efforts to stabilizing the fundamental laws of this realm, ensuring that they could not be compromised.

On the surface, the Valar, led by Manwë, clashed with the corrupt Melkor in the most brutal power struggle in Ardar's history. Former comrades now faced each other in arms, their sacred hymns stained crimson with blood. This war not only altered the landscape of Middle-earth but also directly led to the split of the Ilúvatar's legions…

During that long period, Melkor was defeated several times, but each time he returned, even controlling most of the landmass of Arda for a considerable time, resisting Manwë and the other Valar. However, in the end, as Ilúvatar gradually stabilized its holy path, Melkor could no longer continue. He was forced to flee Ilúvatar's holy army in disgrace, bearing the name "Morgoth" that he considered a disgrace, and vanished into the multiverse…

...But what no one expected was that when the name "Milko" reappeared in the multiverse, it already represented the title of a novice saint.

This event left almost everyone speechless. It's common knowledge that becoming a saint is incredibly difficult, let alone for someone like Melkor, deeply bound by the constraints of Ilúvatar's path. But what's most shocking is the new path Melkor displayed after his sainthood. It was the complete opposite of the luminous path bestowed upon him by Ilúvatar, filled with a twisted and corrupting darkness. It was like a solemn hymn suddenly turning into the whispers of a demon, so incongruous it was chilling.

Rumors circulated that Melkor had found some forbidden method of breakthrough; others speculated that he had secretly allied himself with some unspeakable being; still others believed that this rebellion was part of a shocking conspiracy from the very beginning… But regardless of whether the power was righteous or evil, a novice saint and a fourth-tier advanced saint were naturally not comparable. For a time, opinions were divided.

But what no one knew was that even Melkor himself couldn't fully understand what happened when he broke through to the initial Saint level!

No one would believe such a statement if it were said out loud, but for Melkor, it was a fact that truly existed.

Melkor certainly remembered his experiences, but whenever he came to those crucial details, he would feel a dreamlike sensation, as if he had been in a long, unsettling dream, unaware of the passage of time. Even when he calmed down to reflect, he would still experience this strange feeling, as if he were still in that dream, experiencing countless worlds and endless cycles of reincarnation…

—And today, this so-called "dream" has finally come to an end.

The instant his gaze met the guide's, Melkor froze. He was suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribably familiar feeling; countless long-buried memories surged forth like a tide, fragments of the past he had deliberately forgotten piecing themselves back together deep within his consciousness, causing him to utter a single, poignant sigh—

"Alas!"

The instant the words left his lips, the golden causal thread connecting Melkor suddenly surged, bursting forth with dazzling light like the rising sun, completely obscuring all other causal connections on his body. Simultaneously, as Yang Yun annihilated the original corpse of this member of the reincarnation team, the guiding will did not dissipate. Instead, it transformed into a stream of light, tracing the causal thread and piercing directly into Melkor's brow—

"it is good!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Melkor suddenly clapped his hands and burst into laughter. His laughter contained both the ecstatic joy of sudden enlightenment and an indescribable sense of profound loss: "I never imagined that I would be able to attain sainthood only through the guidance of a saint in a dream—"

"Now is the perfect time to return to the right path!" (End of Chapter)