Brain bloom

The Thundercloud Worm was then ordered to use its incredible speed to bypass the obstacles of the Ancient Demon King, Hodge, and the Martyr, and go directly to deal with that troublesome heart.

However, once he had freed his hands, Hodge suddenly unleashed a hideous and evil power.

Sen felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were inside a monster's stomach. His limbs were paralyzed, only his consciousness remained clear, yet he could only watch his body being slowly digested by stomach acid.

The entire ocean is the monster's stomach.

All the seawater is a power that Hodge can control and use to destroy everything.

Its seaweed stands tall, and the seawater dances around it. It's as if an immense amount of seawater has been drawn from a vast area, forming a thick, dense wall that stretches to the horizon, seemingly endless.

Hodge swam within the sea wall, waiting for Sen to force his way in.

Although this would consume a great deal of faith and divine power, and was Hodge's trump card, now was finally the time to use it without hesitation! Mori felt a chill run down his spine; in the previous battles, even the most beautiful gem couldn't directly eliminate Hodge…

I fear that the primordial evil will surely awaken.

Sweat dripped from Mori's forehead onto the Thundercloud Insects, each drop sparking an electric shock. But compared to the unease in her heart, it was insignificant.

"The coffin bearers—"

Suddenly, the ancient demon king spoke, his hesitant tone revealing his sorrow.

Mori's heart turned somber, for he knew what it wanted to say.

Kill it.

The ruler of the demon realm, the world's most powerful and ancient being, actively seeks death to break free from the rules that bind him.

Mori replied, "I don't know whether I should accept it or not, but... maybe I won't refuse you."

Admittedly, Mori liked and respected the owl; at the very least, he was a responsible father. However, this was no reason for Mori to be soft-hearted; otherwise, the price he would pay would be far more painful, so painful that no one could bear it.

If she were an incredibly wealthy ancient demon king, then... the power of her gems would be terrifying beyond measure, wouldn't it?

It can stop everything, right?

"Can you... really do it?"

“I have one gem left. If you stand at the very center of all this, then… I can obliterate all the trouble.”

"That……"

"Heh heh, what other results do you want to discuss?" The Martyr laughed, unconcerned about everything. "It doesn't matter, just try to find loopholes, and then be defeated. After all, you can't stop the primordial evil."

His eyes were filled with madness.

Make a decision.

"Then..."

"—Father." It was a wish, her tone exactly like that of the ancient demon king who hesitated, hoping that Mori would kill him, "Please kill me."

Volume 1 #331: A Tribute to the Primordial Evil of This World

At this moment, Yuan also chose his own path home, leaving the ancient demon king stunned in place.

Mori cried out hoarsely, "Yuan! Don't be foolish! It did it for you..."

"I know."

“You’re not some stupid girl, how could you not understand…”

May the smile, etched with sorrow, interrupt Mori's time.

"What's the point of living alone? Without my father, the curse might be gone, but... the curse of self-blame and loneliness will also kill me sooner. It's better to just leave it at that..."

"It's too late, I hope." The ancient demon king seemed to have made up his mind, a look of deep affection in his eyes. He said calmly, "The primordial evil has awakened."

Suddenly—

A stench assaulted the senses, accompanied by a deafening roar that could shatter eardrums.

The entire world, in the most secluded and ancient places, all living things felt something unprecedented. It was despair, a profound despair written in their very instincts.

No one can remain strong in this state of mind, for their soul is already gripped by terror.

It is the original evil.

It was a gigantic, twilight-colored object, vaguely spherical, but its sheer size was astonishing. It had no limbs, no animal features; its only distinguishing feature was its mouth.

Like the rings of a planet, its mouth encircles its body.

Inside its mouth, countless sharp teeth protrude outwards, each with barbs, while thick saliva flows over them.

But at the base of the sharp teeth, there were fine slits—it wasn't until half a second later that Mori realized what these slits were.

Because they opened, they turned into yellow eyes.

Those eyes were observing this world, this delicious, tempting, sweet world. "Let's devour everything!" it thought, starting with what was right before its eyes.

"Holy shit, I've never seen this kind of thing in my games before! How am I supposed to play this? This piece of crap... why is it so poor? Where the logout button is? I'm going to log in to my main account!! My main account!!!"

For a moment, Sen Shi found it hard to accept reality. He subconsciously reached for the top of his head, as if trying to pull out the branches and leaves.

Below, the martyrs' and Hodge's emotional laughter mingled together, seemingly tinged with sobs. This was understandable; the destruction of the human world held immense significance for them.

"It's our victory, Hodge. May you enjoy a peaceful world."

"Indeed, hahaha, I wish you good luck in reaching Eden Bank."

But the discordant tones disrupted this grand sonata.

Those who should have despaired did not.

Wish glanced up; the Primal Evil, with its grinding teeth and incessant roars, was still as disgusting as ever, but she simply covered her mouth and smiled. She paid no attention to the Primal Evil and slowly walked towards her father.

Then, I picked up the owl, which was as silent as a stone statue.

Her slender fingers stroked the owl's soft feathers; this warmth and tenderness was exactly what she had felt since childhood—all that was called fatherly love. This time, she hoped she wouldn't pluck its feathers again.

“Dad, it’s time…” Her smile faltered as tears streamed down her face. “Kill me… I’ve had enough, it hurts too much, I want to be free.”

"—Wait a little longer, please."

"Hey?"

"I have another gift for you, in a little while..."

After the ancient demon king kissed her cheek, his body swayed and then he broke free from his restraints.

Mori heard a sound of something shattering, but it didn't seem like a physical object. It was as if some law of the world, some enormous constraint, was breaking apart, which was very strange. At the same time, the roar of the primordial evil abruptly stopped.

"I do not accept the deal." It was the voice of the ancient Demon King, but it carried a sense of grandeur.

"To you devils... isn't a deal... absolute? You want to... break the agreement?" A profound look of disbelief appeared on the martyr's face. The ancient devil king had actually chosen the most unbelievable option.

"Fuck your trading parity! I've had enough!"

It finally spoke, with a sense of relief and freedom, and a touch of desolation.

It tore apart its own identity and everything that bound it.

The ancient demon king spread his wings one last time, his claws slashing upwards, unleashing an attack that cleaved everything in two, slicing the stiff-faced martyr's soul into a pile of fragments, never to be reshaped again.

"Die, decay, ancient natives!" A magnificent voice seemed to be the will of this world.

Those souls began to decay under its will.

The martyr seemed to still want to struggle, but suddenly, it turned into something as thin as paper and finally disappeared without a trace.

After delivering the final blow, he wiped away his tears and smiled at the ancient demon king.

They charged toward Hodge.

"Just to avoid harming the adopted daughter it picked up, it actually... was willing to give up everything..." The Thunderstorm Cloud Insect's voice trembled with extreme shock. "That was a divine status that it had slowly built up over tens of thousands of years, through countless transactions."

"what?"

"I've heard that the ancient Demon King had a long-cherished wish, requiring a vast amount of time and special rules. Therefore, it shackled itself with the principle of reciprocal transactions. Adhering to this for over ten thousand years, accumulating through countless reciprocal transactions, it became the renowned Ancient Demon King..."

"They've given up on everything now..."

"Yes... For the sake of an adopted daughter with whom it had only spent a little over ten years, it actually gave up all the efforts accumulated over the long years. It's unbelievable that it... was willing to do such a thing!"

But it did give up everything.

There are no more worthless deals that can restrict its freedom.

Gradually, the ancient Demon King lost his owl appearance and his ability to control time. In return, he revealed himself to be a true god who had remained dormant for ten thousand years—a being wholly…

The original evil.

The true primordial evil.

An ancient entity, symbolizing desolation and death, born alongside the beginning of the world. Its current form is utterly foreign to it… yet it is precisely because of its existence that the once prosperous realm of demons remains forever desolate.

Compared to crude imitations, it doesn't need disgusting appearances to highlight its evil; the primordial evil before us only imitates one-tenth of it. It is a law that cannot be understood, cannot be witnessed.

But it will always exist because all life possesses negative emotions such as "fear, anxiety, worry, and doubt".

Everything arose because of it.

But it is not here to sweep away everything, to spread death and desolation.

He transformed into a monster simply because he didn't want to hurt his beloved daughter.

Amidst her utter shock, Mori heard the fear whispering within her: "Coffin bearer, do you remember our deal? After I deliver the gift to Wish, you kill me, and then... I will tell you everything about Eden Bank."

……

(Come on, hand me your monthly passes to prove you still love me.)

Volume 1 #332: Let's Continue to Forget

Mori met her inner fears, but her heart remained calm and undisturbed.

Fear no longer belonged to her.

Even though the fear that exists in everyone's heart, rooted in the soul from the moment of birth, is not truly one's own. It is inherently an independent entity, but it is suppressed and bound by it.

Until now—it has abandoned the rules it once followed.

People were only just beginning to realize how unfamiliar the fear in their hearts truly was.