I'll kill you after I finish this game!

"If you mean that everything we've done so far is in someone's opera, I admit that. But if you don't want to be played, just write your own script. That's what I do—I have absolute confidence that my script will never be boring."

"Then do it this way, if you can manage it."

A rare cold smile appeared on the Black Knight's deathly pale face. He made no comment on Nightwalker's arrogant words; he already knew that the other's personality was very similar to that of the vice-leader—extremely self-centered and stubborn.

He had no intention of arguing with this kind of person; he was simply telling them to recognize their own position.

"Your arrogance will make you a fool when you finally realize the truth!!!"

Charging forward once more, ignoring the opponent's destructive spells, the Black Knight, now with only half his body remaining, grabbed Nightwalker's right foot, immobilizing him, then pinned him down and unleashed a barrage of his steel fists!

Defeated, the Night Walkers turned into deadly yellow sand and disappeared along with the sand.

When the Black Knight grabbed him, he seized the opportunity and drew a spell mark on the Black Knight's body with his slender fingers, repelling him!

"How am I, in your eyes, an incurable fool?"

boom----!

The Law of Death shattered the remaining half of the Black Knight's body, and the power of death drew in the black holes of the surrounding star field, distorting its spacetime and forming the Black Knight's burial ground.

At the same time, it also targets the soul, using the Taishan Fujun Sacrifice to command him to die quickly!

Night's thoughts travel faster than the speed of light, and countless killing techniques are born in every instant, with annihilation spells reaching the divine realm emerging one after another.

Before the yellow sands of death they had transformed into had completely dispersed, Nightwalker returned from the other side of death, while the Black Knight directly swallowed the black hole and absorbed it into his fist, calmly facing Nightwalker.

The two majesties are the shape of death, therefore the body manifested by death will not be destroyed because of the previous degree.

To kill them, you absolutely cannot use the power of death; even Sojiro's principle of severance is more effective than the power of death.

Similarly, Modoro Nightwalker is not an Eternal Calamity Demon, and does not have the advantage of cannibalism in the destruction of Eternal Calamity, so he cannot stop the Black Knight's Rebirth from the Underworld, which is blessed by countless warrior slaves of the Supreme Heaven.

"Yes, he really is an idiot."

To Modoro's nonchalant question, the Black Knight gave the same answer as before, and without forgetting the fight, he unleashed another punch, roaring:

"Since your place of origin is 'parallel' to mine, then who are you? And why have you formed a 'reason' that is opposite to mine?! What exactly is Yama Yama Heaven... or rather, what is Yama Yama Heaven?!"

boom--

Like a supernova explosion, a visible, surging current began with the collision of the two and spread outwards in all directions like a tidal wave, sweeping across the land.

However, what erupts is not light and heat, but an endless storm of death and a stream of deathly light, which will also destroy everything.

Using the talks as an opportunity, Yama and Nether Tiger engaged in a fierce and violent battle.

The continuous instant death was an extremely unusual sight. At this moment, the two residents living in this world of death maintained what were normal bodies to them.

What the Black Knight asked earlier was a question about the existence of the Night Walker of Modoro, and also a plea for the other party to recognize himself, after all, we are both "dead", and you have not yet truly realized it.

Since the other world is parallel to his own, with figures like Mikado Ryūmei who opposes the Magic Cannon Soldier and Ding Lierzi who opposes Schreiber...

There are just too many. If you were to say this is a coincidence, the Black Knight, who doesn't consider himself a fool, would absolutely not believe it.

It was all preordained from the beginning; the sense of déjà vu was confirming the Black Knight's intuition.

Why are there so many strange and bizarre coincidences in everything so far? No... this isn't strange or bizarre, but rather someone's 'whimsical idea'.

If it's someone who sets the script, then everything can be explained.

If the other party doesn't admit it, then the Black Knight still faces the same question: who exactly is you, Modoro Nightwalker?

Yama, the King of Hell? In this era, or rather, in the world of eternal return, the existence of such a desire is too out of place.

"Hmph, do you think it's all pre-programmed? Do you think my existence is the same?" With his eyes narrowed and already somewhat displeased, Modoro Nightwalker unleashed his Tai Chi divine power, constantly attacking and annihilating his opponent.

It's as if it's speaking to the person on the other side:

Watch my Tai Chi closely. Can someone without a sense of self achieve or possess this?

"I have never had any regrets so far, and I swear I will never regret it. The path I have taken is the right one. If I cannot even be sure of this, then the existence of Motaro Nightwalker would not stand before you!" Nightwalker said proudly and without any doubt.

Yes, he's not confused. The proof is that he's very happy right now!

Nightwalker sang his own truth without any confusion, and was not swayed in the slightest by the Black Knight's words.

For someone so self-assured, or rather, so stubborn, one could say he truly deserves the title of God of Seeking the Way. The Black Knight had only one reaction to this.

"How sad."

Unfortunately, they couldn't understand each other's core meanings. The Black Knight's arrogance and unwavering confidence in the Night Walker remained a denial of the other's stance.

At this moment, the Black Knight silently looked at the other party, then looked at the third eye on the other party's forehead, thinking of that Valkyrie who had transcended, no, transcended life and death.

Why is this guy still blinded by a single leaf when he already possesses such a convenient eye?

"Your existence is so excellent and powerful that even arrogance will be completely overshadowed by your excellence."

The Black Knight uttered words that sounded like an acknowledgment of praise, but Nightwalker detected no admiration in them; instead, he spoke only of a deathbed's pronouncement:

"But your superiority in every aspect makes your existence too close to 'perfection,' and it is this 'perfection' that makes you believe in the power in your hands as if it were your own... You clown understands nothing!"

"Someone like you, who thinks you can control everything with your 'death,' is worse than a puppet; you're more like a doll!!"

The melancholy and somber voice of the verdict told Nightwalker, "In my eyes, you are nothing but this pathetic thing."

Therefore, to avoid further shame and humiliation of your own will, let's destroy it!

bang——

A punch landed squarely on Modoro Nightwalker's face, but this time the attack stunned Nightwalker, making him a beat slower to react to the attack.

Because the Black Knight's attack didn't carry the power of the End, but rather relied on sheer brute force to strike him in the face, catching him completely off guard.

"Right now... someone somewhere is watching this show with a disgusting, perverse sense of humor!!!" (MercuryX: Thank you, I'm offended.)

Makina roared loudly, perhaps not wanting to hear the other party's rebuttal, he directly dug out the part from the tip of Yexing's nose to his throat, impacting the other party's soul!

The Black Knight knew that he and his opponent were no different; they were both puppets in a horror movie from which there was no escape.

But in his eyes, the Night Walker was even more nonsensical. If he was a puppet, then he was a doll that was even less than a puppet, and just looking at him made him want to vomit!

Therefore, beating the other party, educating the other party, loudly denouncing the other party's essence as nothingness, saying:

“Those who seek the Way… all believe themselves to be supreme, to be unique! Ah… this is also how I perceive death, and this is also how the self that pursues death feels, because they are the absolute, the only one who surpasses all others!”

With that, he unleashed another fierce and powerful punch, without relying on the power of the end, blasting out the internal organs of the body of the man in front of him, along with his spine, which shot out together.

"But you and I are certain that in some people's eyes we are nothing but insignificant dust. You don't realize this, or rather, your arrogance and conceit are so strong that they overshadow it! Your existence is too perfect, ah... well made. Perhaps you really are an existence created by the deputy leader looking in the mirror."

(Mercury glanced silently at Razer, who was whistling and avoiding the noise, and genuinely felt offended.)

"If you still cannot realize what you truly are, what foundation you are built upon, then—no, precisely because of this..."

A massive steel hand gripped Modoro Nightwalker's head tightly. The black knight, whose right eye gleamed with the light of steel cannon fire, coldly stared at Nightwalker, tearing him apart and slamming his corpse into the star, saying:

"If this continues, you'll become even worse trash than him. Ah... that guy will be very happy to have a puppet like you that can be controlled without strings, won't he?"

Exhausted and contemplating suicide, the soldiers uttered heartfelt words of rebuke.

This was an insult to Ye Xing, a denigration of everything about him. Ye Xing, having recovered, wore an elegant and composed smile, patted the wrinkles in his hunting robe, and showed no concern for the bloody beating he had suffered earlier.

"This is really interesting. It's the first time I've ever been lectured like this."

Ye Xing opened his eyes, which had been closed until now. His pupils were filled with indifference and unwavering calmness, as well as the arrogance of a god who seeks the way of death.

Strangely, his voice seemed to overlap with the prayer (yearning) of some indescribable higher-dimensional being, saying:

"Perfection is something that can never be obtained, but what's wrong with perfection? When people know their own flaws, it's like a puzzle piece with a missing piece; they will pursue it, they will try to complete it, and by striving for excellence, they will become stronger!" x2.

Modoro Nightwalker scoffed at the Black Knight's reasoning. If "perfection" could fill in or make up for one's own flaws, what was wrong with being close to perfection?

Ahhh... Even perfection can be an illusion, but Ye Xing... or rather, who doesn't wish to be a little more perfect?

What's wrong with striving for excellence in everything we do and in our lives? What's wrong with the existence of the Night Journey of Matara being close to perfection?

How powerful, excellent, and wonderful it would be to have an even more perfect form of nighttime movement!?

"Aren't you also completing your missing 'death (perfection)'?" x2.

Modoro Nightwalker's eyes were cold and arrogant as he looked down at the black knight before him, and he asked a sarcastic question with the same sharp tongue!

Aren't you yourself also pursuing the "death" that has been taken away and lost? Only when your life comes to an end and you rest in peace is that "perfection" for you?

The magic gunner yearns for eternal burning and Reinhard's love; the witch seeks to hold back what shines; the vampire desires an endless night, to become an eternal ruler of the darkness...

Sojiro and Shiori are the same; everyone is getting to know each other or achieving a kind of "perfection" that satisfies them.

What? Perfection itself is a form of imperfection?

Ah... things that stagnate and stop moving forward will naturally be imperfect.

Perhaps the Black Knight is right. Being too perfect is itself imperfect. There is no such thing as perfection. It's just that some people have outstanding strengths that overshadow their flaws.

But... if you can't do it, and he can't do it, then please don't say that "perfection" that can fill all the gaps doesn't exist!

Since humans, or rather all living beings, know the concept of "perfection," then its existence is justified, and the fact that we haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

P.S.: The New Year is approaching, and because I've been busy accumulating and revising manuscripts for my new book, I haven't had any stock of this one. So, I'm just trying to write as much as possible while maintaining quality. This book has now crossed the year...

Chapter Fifteen: The War Reaches its Peak, Skadi and Matilda

They cannot understand each other, or rather, they cannot understand each other, even though they are both familiar with death.

Those who seek the truth are inherently beings who are constantly exploring themselves and have unwavering determination.

After achieving the status of a god of seeking the Way, one will have even greater confidence in oneself.

What should I do? How should I survive? What should I become? Once they've decided on their path, there's no turning back.

Just as normal people cannot understand Makina's obsessive desire to die, how can two seekers of the Way understand each other's desires?

Not to mention trying to sway others with just a few words, something Makina was well aware of.

But knowing something doesn't mean you shouldn't do it just because you know it's ineffective.

Hearing Modoro's unwavering words, Makina wanted to sigh, and he said in a low voice:

"I don't expect us to understand each other, you puppet of the [Seat], dying by my hand will free you!"

boom---

A roaring killing intent swept towards Modoro Nightwalker. The deep purple power of the end became even more powerful in the clash with the opponent. Even though it was not a God of Seeking the Way, it was still able to keep up with the opponent without being completely left behind.

"Your Excellency is truly fond of talking nonsense."