Those time travelers that year

Distorted space, shattered space... from that dark rift, a malevolent force emanated, corrupting the very soul. Then, a dark golden eye appeared within the rift, seemingly peering through it at this world.

The moment those dark golden eyes appeared, Tiamat's phantom shattered completely. The dragon goddess's divine power was utterly destroyed, and the dark golden eyes merely glanced at Tiamat, even if it was just a projection of Tiamat containing a portion of her divine power, it was still equivalent to looking directly at Tiamat herself.

The mere sight of it was tantamount to an attack that struck the soul and spirit directly. The malicious spiritual pollution followed the residual divine power of the shattered phantom and traced its way to the five-colored dragon that was not far from here.

roar!!!!!!!!

A mournful roar rang out, and Raistlin recognized it as Tiamat's lament. This evil god, who stirred up storms in the world of Klein, was utterly vulnerable before an even more terrifying and powerful evil.

In a realm unseen by Raistlin, the pollution originating from the soul and spirit directly invaded Tiamat's consciousness, causing the dragon goddess, who already had five heads and was highly likely to suffer from schizophrenia, to utter a painful cry.

Finally, the evil dragon goddess fled. Raistlin saw from afar a dark shadow, its wings flapping, take flight and escape in a panic. Raistlin knew Tiamat was in deep trouble. Although his initial plan had essentially failed, it didn't matter; he had a new option.

In reality, Tiamat paid a far greater price than Raistlin had imagined. To rid herself of the soul and spirit corrupted by that dark golden eye, Tiamat had to expend her own divine power to resist and dispel the corruption. As a result, her divine rank began to fall, though not beyond the level of a weak god, but she was still severely weakened.

You made the right choice—Raslin Majeri.

After repelling Tiamat, the dark golden pupils disappeared directly from the black rift, and this time, Raistlin's familiar whisper echoed around the area.

“Little Raist, you…” Karamon, who had recovered from Tiamat's escape, looked at Raistlin with a pale face, unable to hide the terror on his cheeks. “What have you done?!” The dragon goddess had escaped, which meant that a being far more terrifying and evil than her had arrived. Moreover, Karamon saw it clearly; it was because of Raistlin that this even more evil being had come. “…No, no, no, Little Raist, Raistlin, you can’t do this…”

"And what about me?" Raistlin laughed sarcastically. "Would you obediently return to that backwater corner of Klein and listen to the teachings of a mere Bahamut?" He tossed the Staff of Mazis in front of Karamon. "This staff can close spacetime portals. Take it and Krisanna and leave! My foolish brother!"

558. The Temptation of Despair

"Reslin, Little Reslin, you..." Karamon's expression changed drastically, but before he could say anything, Reslin made a few subtle gestures, and Karamon's body instantly became out of his control.

"No, no! Little Rae, don't do this!" Karamon cried out anxiously, but unfortunately, his body trembled and showed no sign of being under his control. Instead, he limped over to the Staff of Mazis that Raistlin had left behind, bent down, and picked it up. "No, that's an incredibly evil monster, Raistlin, you can't obey its commands, no..."

Caramon trembled and writhed, trying to win Raistlin back with words, but all he received in response was Raistlin's indifferent expression and equally indifferent gaze.

Perhaps you can keep this mortal here for the time being.

At that moment, the whispers began again.

Let him be a witness! A witness for the brand new you!

"What do you mean?" Raistlin paused, then turned to look at the dark crack.

I mean, leave him to bear witness, to witness a newborn god ignites the divine fire before him, and lights the star in the sky that represents the new god. To bear witness to the birth of a man named Raistlin Majeri.

Dreams, ambitions... these are the driving forces that propel Raistlin forward. He originally thought that his ambition to become a god should have come to an end, but at this moment, Raistlin saw what he craved again.

The dark rift grew larger and larger, and then, the twilight-colored firelight flickered within it. A figure appeared there like a phantom, and then took a step out.

It was an indescribable presence; both Raistlin and Karamon could see him. His hair was as black as the night sky, his dark gold eyes burned with the light of dusk, and he wore a similarly black outfit embroidered with dark gold patterns.

This was a figure completely impossible to remember; they could see it, yet they couldn't memorize it. However, both Karamon and Raistlin were certain that the figure before them was definitely not a mortal… not even a god, but some other unknown being.

"Is that your voice?!" Raistlin asked, his throat dry. "It's you?!"

"Yes!" the figure nodded and chuckled. "Or rather, this is my human form... Of course, I'm certain you absolutely wouldn't want to see my true form. As a mortal, if you saw my true form, you'd go completely insane."

'Of course, that's not the point…' The figure fixed its gaze on Karamon, and instantly, the spell Raistlin had used to bind Karamon was erased. Karamon immediately knelt down, his head pressed firmly to the ground, unable to see, only allowed to listen. 'A mortal fooled by the gods… has no right to look at me!' the figure said. 'But you—Raistlin Majeri, a black-robed mage, a mortal who could rise even in a world like Klein's, suppressed by the gods, has the right to look me in the eye.'

'Raistlin, you just made a deal with me, in exchange for everything you have, so my reward is well worth it—'

'Tell me, Raistlin, do you wish to become an immortal god?'

"You!" A look of panic flashed in Raistlin's hourglass-shaped eyes. The mage took a step back, his body trembling, and a deep sense of unease and panic welled up inside him.

'Answer my question, Master!'

"You...you really can..." Raistlin asked hoarsely, "Really can..."

'Of course, hehe...' The figure let out a series of laughs, and then began to chant softly.

Life begins with death, and order originates from chaos.

Flames illuminate the darkness, souls ignite the fuel.

The spiraling blade represents countless cycles of reincarnation, and at the end of each cycle, everything will come to a close.

Valiant warriors fall before glory, and wise scholars are lost in the pursuit of knowledge.

The king sat enthroned, stepping over the corpses of others.

Therefore, every king is a dead man. So, don't bow your head, or your crown will fall; don't be soft-hearted, or you will perish.

Perhaps you can join us.

Abandon your crown

Leave your throne

Go to pursue

Go find

Seek out things that interest you, seek out order or chaos.

Kindness is meaningless, evil never exists.

When all living beings are plunged into disaster

We come to save, we come to destroy.

We gave them everything they wanted.

We watched them perish while we drank our fill.

We keep our contracts, and we never lie.

We simply went to have fun and do what we wanted.

You say we have no principles

No, we have

Our principle is ourselves.

……

As the song ended, the figure strolled up to Raistlin, his dark golden eyes fixed on him, and asked once more, "Tell me, Raistlin, do you wish to become an immortal god?"

Tell me your answer!

Raistlin fell silent.

At this moment, his brother Caramon cried out, “No, those are the words of a demon, Raistlin, you cannot agree… Have you forgotten? You yourself know that once you become a god, all of Klein will be destroyed. Think of our homeland, think of Tannis and the others, our friends, our homeland…”

"Enough! Brother!" Raistlin roared, his face contorted with rage. "I've had enough of your cowardice! I've had even more of your stupid mind and the lies of the gods... I've already abandoned the original plan, I've already sacrificed enough for the world of Klein!"

"Now, no one can stop me. Even if the Platinum Dragon can't, neither can you!" Raistlin roared, then looked at the figure before him, the being who transcended even the gods. "What I want to ask now is, are you a god?! If I remember correctly, in the knowledge you gave me, even immense divine power couldn't directly help a mortal achieve godhood, but only..."

'I am neither a great god nor a god above gods, but I am above this world… above all gods. Even the greatest godhood is nothing more than this to me.'

“Then my answer is, to hell with those gods!” Raistlin’s face lit up with fanaticism. “I hope I will be equal to those gods, I hope I will become an immortal star.”

"Excellent!" The indescribable figure clapped and applauded. "Very good, Raistlin—keep this mindset going! Perhaps, one day, you too can become one of us." With that, the figure waved its hand, and a dozen dazzling crystals appeared in the air, radiating a captivating and mesmerizing light.

What an allure! Even the most precious gems and the most beautiful diamonds cannot compare to these crystals floating in the air. If those gems and diamonds are merely grains of light, then these crystals are the stars in the sky.

"What are these!?" Raistlin stared greedily and fearfully at the crystals floating in the air, his voice trembling as he said, "Could this be...?"

"That's right!" the figure smiled. "These are all—divinities!"

559. Lord of the Past and Present

Divinity represents the identity of a deity, as well as their glory and immortality.

Only by possessing divinity and divine authority, and igniting the divine fire, can one become a truly immortal deity; otherwise, one is merely a false god. Furthermore, the strength of one's divinity directly determines a deity's power and influence.

A deity with weak divine power has little influence, even less than some famous heroes or demigods. A deity with low-level divine power has a wide influence; their words and actions can arbitrarily determine the fate of a mortal. A deity with medium-level divine power has influence and strength akin to standing atop a mountain peak, looking down upon countless beings.

With their immense divine power and close connection to the Sea of ​​Force, they determine the rise and fall of all races and civilizations in the multiverse.

However, right now, before Raistlin's eyes, a dozen dazzling crystals and a dozen divine sparks were radiating an alluring light, firmly attracting Raistlin's gaze and making it impossible for him to look away.

"You can choose one!" said the figure, which was beyond Raistlin's imagination. "Choose one; these divine essences are currently ownerless, and you can rest assured about their origins... Once you make your choice, I will help you take the most crucial step—"

'—You may return to Klein, and in the presence of all intelligent life in the world of Klein, ignite the divine fire and transform into an immortal star.'

Choose!

Multiple choice questions are ones that Leisilin has both studied and practiced.

In life, we are essentially making a series of choices. Whether it was adventuring and fighting alongside his companions, or later choosing to abandon everything he cherished to embark on the path to godhood, all of these were choices Raistlin made willingly.

But today, Raistlin no longer dares to make any choices.

Before him stood more than a dozen divine sparks, each radiating dazzling brilliance. He had to choose one, and could only choose one.

Greed, fear, entanglement, hesitation...

Numerous negative emotions, which shouldn't have appeared in him or that Raistlin thought he could control, began to surface one after another in his heart. He was confused, he was indecisive, and Raistlin, covered in sweat and trembling, stared silently at the dozen or so divine sparks.

But you could see the struggle in his eyes.

The figure that had more than a dozen divine sparks suspended in mid-air smiled as it watched Raistlin struggle, awaiting his answer. Similarly, it was enjoying the despair of Karamon, who was pinned to the ground, unable to see or hear anything.

"Can...can I know the power of these divine attributes beforehand?!" Raistlin asked hesitantly. "I mean, I want to know what each of these divine attributes represents!?"

"Alright!" The figure nodded, then extended a finger and gently touched a dazzling crystal. "This divine essence represents [Storm], the element of wind and the symbol of storms." A cyan light shone on the touched crystal, and in an instant, Raistlin saw a raging storm howling, forming a terrifying natural disaster, whipping up tsunamis and torrential rains, transforming into tornadoes, and destroying cities and forests.

Raistlin began to pant, and in a daze, he saw himself as a god who controlled the storm, establishing his right to rule through the authority of natural disasters.

'This one…' But the figure ignored Raistlin, moving his finger from the crystal representing [Storm] and pointing to the second crystal. '…Represents [Protection], commanding all things with words!'

A second phantom appeared before Raistlin, where his words became law, commanding everything in the world with his language; a single word could quell a storm, or extinguish a raging fire.

This one is the sun, it represents light and intense heat…

This one represents healing, redemption, and hope...

This one represents "travel," freely traversing mountains and rivers around the world...

'This one is [Power]...'

……

One by one, the crystals were illuminated by that indescribable figure, their iridescent light shimmering.

Gazing upon these radiant lights, Raistlin, in his hallucination, momentarily transformed into the sun god who illuminates all things, the god of healing who saves the dying and wounded, the god of war who rules the world, and the god of thunder who judges all things.