I'll kill you after I finish this game!

I should be this way, I want to be this way, and I must become that way.

The solace of the mind, the disillusionment of reality, and the realization of the "golden" form of one's deepest desires—that is what one truly yearns for.

No, that's not right, what is it?

By the way, I'm just... simple-minded.

"Karl Kraft".

A somber, murderous whisper interrupted and stopped his delusions. The nearly broken Reinhardt took a step forward with icy eyes.

He interrupted the charlatan's venomous, flowery words.

One's own truth is a form of prayer to the existence of Reinhard.

I can't see or understand what they believe, hope for, or crave.

However, he already knew of its existence.

Ever since meeting that Gray and this man, strange feelings have been madly tormenting my heart, revealing their true nature.

The incomprehensible and inexplicable knot in my heart is a feeling I've repeated countless times.

Is it called... a sense of déjà vu?

This is the root of this pain, the origin of my own anger, this torment.

Reinhardt felt despair and mockery at the prospect of knowing everything that would happen next—an infinite sense of emptiness.

The desire to destroy it—that is the kind of yearning.

I love all things, and I want to destroy this sense of existence.

So---

"It's about time to shut up! I should have said this when we first met: I will not allow you to harm this country!"

For the first time, she was angry. For the first time, she expressed her unmasked and concealed truth to the man in front of her in an angry tone!

He devoted his heart to his homeland, his subordinates, and everything Reinhard loved.

If I don't embrace it, I can't prove that it exists.

His eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent as he looked at Karl Craft, who was still smiling in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"If you utter any more useless jokes—I'll make sure you can never speak again!"

He uttered those words without any mercy, and took the first step driven solely by the overwhelming impulse in his chest.

"Oh dear, this is truly... Well then, Your Excellency, please allow me to say one last thing."

Karl Craft, with a smile, made way for the newly born Beyonder to reach the stage of the horror play, then, with a satisfied smile, spoke to Reinhardt's retreating figure:

"One of the world's most prominent structures with the golden ratio is the so-called pyramid. At its apex, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with it. You are such a great person, so please be aware of that."

"Really boring."

Without pausing for a moment, Reinhardt simply replied.

Yes, it's boring. My self-assessment of being a worthless man remains unchanged.

And because of this.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't feel hungry or thirsty."

Reinhardt's blue eyes, hidden beneath his military cap, had somehow taken on a dazzling gold hue. He gazed directly, or rather, looked down upon the bustling battlefield before him, and spoke thus:

"But why? I don't know, but I'm just very—"

Embrace the world as it is, with a strong and yearning desire to do so.

And then, regarding everything before him, he simply...

"I desperately want these people... to submit!!!"

"Then, please make yourself at home."

As if wishing Reinhardt a bright future, Karl Craft gave a graceful bow.

Sitting on the edge of a rooftop on the other side of the street, Reiji couldn't help but smile when he saw the overwhelming aura emanating from Reinhardt.

Esther, sitting quietly beside him, noticed the familiar aura emanating from the man named Reinhardt and became somewhat puzzled.

With her delicate and beautiful eyes fixed on Razer beside her, Esther asked in confusion:

"Brother, isn't that the aura of the Asura Path? Why would he...?"

Estelle was most familiar with Reinhardt's golden aura, having spent quite some time serving under Reiji.

She and Lei Zhe are different bodies but share the same mind; they can be said to be one. Her true self is still inside Lei Zhe's true self.

She is just an avatar now. She descended to Razer's touch and followed him because she was bored and wanted to go out for a walk.

Now, seeing this unfamiliar man unleash a power that felt so familiar to her, she naturally became puzzled.

"He also yearns for love that destroys everything. If we trace it back to its origins, this is the true originator of the Golden Asura Path."

Rei Zhe's expression, which had been one of watching a show, suddenly brought back memories. He recalled the path he had walked on the Golden Asura Path, and now, seeing the originator of this power awaken, he was filled with mixed emotions.

Esther nodded knowingly, then turned to look at Reinhardt again. According to Reiji, this being was destined to become a god in the future.

"He... no longer has any human aura."

Esther spoke expressionlessly to Reinhard before her.

"Yes, Reinhardt, the son of man, has already shattered and died. Now he is just a newborn Transcendent infant," Rez said meaningfully.

Indeed, Reinhardt, being human, had been corroded and shattered by the mercury venom.

Reinhardt, inside and out, soul and body, no longer possesses any human qualities; only an extremely aggressive, beastly aura remains.

In response, Reinhardt offered his congratulations and welcomed him to the horror theater stage.

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"Qiang——!"

"boom--!"

The clang of metal clashing resounded as Reinhardt strode heavily into the battlefield between the Valkyries and the raging beasts.

Ignoring the flying dust and stones caused by the aftershocks of the battle, even those impacts comparable to bullets could not harm Reinhardt now.

He should live in this kind of environment, and can only live in this kind of passionate environment.

With an irresistible and undeniable oppressive force, Reinhardt descended upon the battlefield.

Schreiber and Wilhelm, who possessed beast-like intuition, as well as Elunere and Beatrice, who had just begun to merge with the relic, all felt this transcendent sense of oppression.

The fighting stopped involuntarily because someone who couldn't be ignored had arrived.

After their final exchange, both sides created distance between themselves. As Elunere retreated, she felt a chilling sense of oppression right behind her.

"Get out of the way!"

Reinhardt's indifferent and ruthless voice came from behind.

"--What!?"

Elunere turned around in disbelief and shock to see Reinhard's handsome face looking down at her. She never expected that Reinhard would suddenly enter the battlefield with such an undeniable sense of oppression.

The golden-colored right eye carried an irresistible, condescending sense of oppression. The other person wasn't looking at her, as if sensing something insignificant blocking their way and letting it leave on its own.

However, Elunere, worried about Reinhardt's safety, hadn't fully grasped the situation and still wanted to protect him. So, with cold sweat beading on her forehead from the pressure, she spoke to the man before her with a tense and worried expression:

"Please, please step back, Lieutenant General, it's very dangerous here."

"I said, move aside."

The voice remained indifferent and ruthless, but this time it was clearly tinged with impatience, and the speaker even took cruel action to vent their displeasure.

Bang-!

"--what!"

Elune let out a scream and flew backward like a rag doll.

Reinhardt flicked his arm as if it were a mere sweep, and as if it were a joke, he sent Eluneore flying.

Even the bloodthirsty beasts stopped in their tracks and instinctively became wary in the face of this being.

After casually swatting away the flies blocking his path, Reinhardt walked slowly but with an imposing air as he approached Schreiber, who was supposed to be Elunere's opponent.

"What's wrong, mad dog? Why did you stop?"

Ignoring the sharp blade in his hand that could slice through flesh, he looked down at Schreiber from his superior position.

When Schreiber looked up and saw something beyond his field of vision, it sent shivers down his spine.

It was precisely because of his current beast-like mental state, where rationality had been completely lost in the battle, that Wolfgang Schreiber could only stand there dumbfounded in the face of the being before him.

His instincts warned him that this was unusual.

This is no longer something that involves winning or losing.

"Ah, ah, ah... ah..."

Schreiber let out a dull, fearful growl, as Reinhardt before him gave him an uncontrollable tremor, every cell in his body shaking.

His instinct to attack had vanished completely, and his body was so stiff that he could not move.

Is this fear? Is this trembling? What exactly is that being before me?

[What's wrong, Schreiber? Didn't you say you didn't want to lose anymore? Now that you're immortal, why don't you show your madness? He's the one I want you to fight for.]

Schreiber received the message that the voice of an acquaintance who had saved his life and was kind to him echoed in his mind.

Although I understand, what a joke, this is no longer something at the level of winning or losing.

Could he defeat him? Could he do it? Schreiber asked himself these questions.

Fight! I will not be afraid, for I am a perfect and immortal being, and I have said I do not want to lose again.

On the other hand, Anna's personality also went mad at Schreiber in an instant.

Whoever you are! Since you inspire fear in my rational state, then I'll completely abandon reason and embrace madness!

He flung the sharp blade in his hand at Reinhardt, then frantically retreated.