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The palace was silent and the flow of time seemed to be stagnant in the dim light.

"so--"

"Did Queen Helen spend hundreds of years in this frozen time?"

Lust sat upright on the Iron Throne, stretched out his hand slightly, and felt the dusk light flowing through his fingertips.

As the new container of the Death Star Cup—

At this moment, Rast is just like Helen was back then, the master of the underworld and the king of paradise.

The frozen dusk before him was the breath of death lingering over the remains of the old god. It was also part of Rast's power, and he could control it with ease.

After three years, Last has completed the initial fusion with the Star Grail that carries the power of the God of Death, and can use the power of the God of Death to a certain extent.

That is the "solemn command that controls death."

Such a solemn order is not only effective on living creatures.

Even rocks, buildings, sculptures, and other inorganic objects that appear lifeless in the eyes of others... still have the concepts of "birth" and "end".

When all things come to an end, that is their destined death.

And the so-called solemn order of the god of death... is the judgment on this destined death date.

Or simply strip away the life of all things, allowing them to instantly cross the entire process of "birth, growth, aging, decay, and death" and directly reach the end... turning brand new furniture into rotten wood and magnificent palaces into weathered dust.

Or it can directly freeze the flow of the fate of all things, and their lives will be frozen in place, just like specimens in a museum, preserved forever in the most beautiful posture.

At this moment, the frozen dusk that enveloped the entire palace was the embodiment of this power—

Therefore, no matter how much time passes in the outside world, the palace at dusk still maintains its brand new, magnificent, and dust-free appearance... It will not age, and does not need repairs or maintenance, and it remains unchanged forever.

Rast raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the starry night sky above the palace through the glass dome above the throne.

not long ago.

The queen with ice-blue hair sat on this cold throne, gazing up at the same starry sky as him...

Watch the stars change, watch the sun and the moon interweave, watch the seasons change... day after day, year after year.

So even though she has lived for an unknown number of years, Helen's mentality is no different from that of a 17 or 18-year-old girl.

Because she had been imprisoned in this cage since birth—how could a canary that had never seen the outside world know the grandeur of the snow-capped peaks or the vastness of the ocean...

Ten years or a hundred years... to her, it's just a number, without any difference.

In contrast, the time he spent with the servant named Rast and the time he spent traveling... were a dreamlike experience that the caged bird had never seen.

She regarded that experience as a lifelong treasure, and always longed for, hoped for and expected the happy fairy tale ending.

This longing and expectation was so firm, until the bubble of the night world burst... Helen recalled her memories as Axia, and realized that the experiences of the caged bird and the young boy were nothing but a false performance, but she never wavered.

Just as she said on the mountaintop shrouded in dusk—

"Fairy tales are fake, but love is real."

I know the vanity of fairy tales, the falsehood of performances, and understand the coldness and cruelty of reality... After knowing the truth of everything, I still strive to pursue my own happiness and aspirations.

Like a moth flying into a flame, a meteor streaking across the sky.

Even though he knew the outcome would be death, he still moved forward fearlessly and risked his life to pursue that light.

……

Suddenly, a burst of emerald green light spread in the air, interrupting Last from his deep reverie.

This is a line of ancient text, clearly made up of illusory points of light, yet it carries an indescribable majesty... as if it were a decree written by a god overlooking the human world.

Looking at the line of ancient words in front of me.

The slight distraction in Last's dark eyes disappeared in an instant, and he returned to his usual appearance.

The emerald green text retained a rich aura that temporarily dispelled the surrounding dusk light.

This is a message from Noah.

This legendary strong man from the Gravekeeper... was the first time he contacted me in three years.

The line of text quickly disappeared along with the emerald green light.

And Rast also stood up from the throne.

He faced the iron throne, closed his eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Then, he urged out the power of the star cup in his chest that was pulsating with his heart.

On the Iron Throne, light and shadow were slowly distorting.

Finally, it transformed into a twisted vortex of emerald green light formed by the convergence of illusory light.

Rast didn't hesitate. He took a step forward and walked into the emerald green illusory vortex.

……

The world spun.

The light was distorting, and at this moment it seemed as if the Milky Way was upside down and the stars were falling.

In an instant, a torrent of thousands of dazzling stars surged across the night sky.

In the flowing starlight, Last saw scene after scene of illusory and broken images——

That was the first era.

Ancient dragons, giants, high elves, vampires, Flügels, demon wolves... countless powerful mythological races walk the earth.

They are born powerful. Some races, such as the high elves, can use blood magic without the need for rune circuits or chanting.

Some are born at the top of a long sequence, possessing powers in myths and legends, able to call the wind and rain, and drive thunder and lightning.

What's more, some are like the ancient dragons... The power of their bloodline allows them to naturally become legends as soon as they reach adulthood without going through the hardships of life and death.

These ancient mythological races are the masters of the earth, the kings of the sky, and the main theme of that era.

And in this - humans are just an insignificant supporting role in the original era.

They have no fangs, no claws, no magic eyes or superpowers that come from their blood... and no innate talent to connect with the magic network. For those mythological races, casting spells is as simple as eating and drinking, but for humans, it requires a lifetime of effort to study and master it.

They do not have the long, almost infinite lifespan like those immortal species.

The average human lifespan is only a few decades. For many species, the time it takes to survive childhood is their entire life.

Most human beings will find it difficult to reach the extraordinary realm in their entire lives.

If development follows normal rules, then humans will always remain weak... They can only survive as a subordinate race, relying on being a vassal of a powerful race, and will never become the protagonist of the era.

but--

During that period of time, an unknown, dull human being emerged.

He believes that every enemy, every danger, and every problem in the world has corresponding knowledge, as well as skills and props derived from that knowledge to fight against it.

However, the knowledge, skills, and props that each person can memorize, master, and store throughout his or her lifetime are limited.

So, in order to fight against naturally powerful races such as dragons, elves, and vampires with the inferior bodies of humans... he wove some abilities that only dull humans could use.

Humans certainly don't have sharp teeth and claws, nor do they have powerful blood talents and long lifespans.

However, the transmission of knowledge and the inheritance of civilization... are treasures that only weak humans can appreciate and use to defeat powerful enemies.

Even in the beginning, the knowledge passed on was just a few insignificant summaries of experience, such as hunting techniques and how to make fire.

But as long as it can be passed down from generation to generation, as time goes by, the progress of civilization history... will be improved, completed and filled in by generations.

Then, one day——

The seedlings that just sprouted in the past can also grow into towering trees, encompassing everything in the world.

And the tiny spark will turn into a raging fire, setting the whole world on fire.

then--

slowly.

After who knows how many years, the era of mythology came to an end.

Ancient dragons, high elves, magic wolves, giants, vampires... these mythical races have withdrawn from the stage of history.

Human beings have become the only protagonists of this era.

only--

At the same time, the nameless person who ignited the fire also saw the end of civilization and the end of the era.

That was an end that could not be resisted or reversed by the fools and the accumulated civilization of that time.

then--

That original, dull-witted nameless person... founded an organization called "Gravekeepers" and left the fire he ignited among the Gravekeepers.

He was willing to believe in the power of the inheritance of sparks and placed his hopes on future generations.

Just as humans, who were once as humble as dust, were able to end the era of mythical creatures and become the only protagonists on the stage of history.

Even if humans are dull, as long as they rely on the fire they left behind, and on the accumulation of civilization passed down from generation to generation, era after era... one day, they will be able to weave a great power to compete with the gods.

Until a way is found to survive the end of the era and reverse the fate of "civilization will inevitably end".

This is the original intention of the creation of the Gravekeeper——

As a witness and recorder, we record the development and accumulation of civilization in every era, allowing the sparks of different eras and times to continue...

Until one day, it turns into a raging flame that is strong enough to burn the laws of nature and rebel against the fate that "civilization will inevitably come to an end."

Every gravekeeper...had this ideal in mind when they first joined the gravekeeper organization.

This naturally includes Noah.

The original Noah when he first joined the Gravekeepers.

Later——

After countless eras, cycles of ups and downs...

A despicable thief stole the fire from the gravekeeper.

So, from that moment on.

Just like the fire thief named Prometheus in the ancient legend.

In this world, the fire that dispels darkness is burning again.

……

"It seems that these three years have not been wasted."

An old voice sounded in the distance.

When Rast opened his eyes, what came into view was a lush, green and vibrant courtyard, and in the distance was a dim yellow ocean.

Rast knew that he was now deep within the remains of the old god, the god of death.

Not far away from him, the gardener-like old man Noah was looking at him with a calm gaze.

"Your Majesty Noah?"

Luster revealed a bit of confusion at the right moment: "I seemed to see some blurry scenes just now."

“That’s my area.”

Noah spoke slowly, his tone was calm, but with an indescribable majesty.

"Night Blade, or rather, the 'superpowers' possessed by your generation... are the manifestation of mental landscapes."

"The deepest part of a transcendent's soul, the landscape of their mental world, determines the kind of supernatural powers they possess."

"And the 'realm' is the product of the sublimation of a transcendent's 'superpowers', and it is also the embodiment of a person's mental landscape."

"However, the scope of a domain and a supernatural power is vastly different... Using a domain means being able to erode reality with one's own spiritual world, replacing the surrounding real world with one's own mental landscape."

"Under normal circumstances, only the mind image of a Legendary powerhouse is enough to open their own domain... Therefore, the domain is also one of the symbols of legend. Even many Legends who have just broken through do not have it."

"What you just saw should be part of the mental imagery manifested in my domain."

"Of course, these are still too far away from you at the moment—"

"After this incident is over, and you have truly inherited the power of the Reaper's Wreckage and joined the Gravekeepers...it won't be too late for me to guide you in your cultivation of the Domain."