Chapter 627: The Plot Twist

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Crack!

Almost half of the mountain had been leveled, and the earth had fractured in all directions with long snake-like fractures.

After being baptized by Watson’s human strength, that sacred mountain, the size of a border, began to crumble swiftly. Large rocks crumbled and sank into the sea of death below. The people who lived on the mountain extended their angelic wings and watched the mountain crumble with puzzled expressions.

Mount Creation was a starlight-tier marvel constructed by Watson that also served as their home. They farmed there, sat in the shade of the World Tree, and laughed. However, all of those memories vanished with the collapse of the mountain in front of them.

Of course, they were not all sad. One of the Blackmoon Iron Knights watched as Frigga’s gigantic monster disappeared into the sky. He let go of the sword at his waist and heaved a sigh of relief. “We won?”

Of course, they were not all depressed. One of the Blackmoon Knights stood there watching as Frigga’s massive beast vanished into the sky. He exhaled a breath of relief as he let go of the sword at his waist. “We won?”

“We won!”

“Long live Young Master Watson!”

Positive replies and applause began to pour in from all angles. The Blackmoon Knights lifted their hands in the air, proud expressions on their faces.

Watson had proven himself worthy of becoming their young master, whom they had always revered as a deity, by defeating such a formidable monster. Furthermore, Watson was not the only one who helped defeat Friga. They had also given of their own power. All the people in the Holy Dragon Kingdom who refused to succumb to Frigga won that war.

Watson hovered in the air, his face expressionless. He was thinking about things other than the Blackmoon Knights. When he observed the crumbling of Mount Creation, he was reminded of the ancient gods’ fight. He had only utilized the technology to combine the human race’s power, boosting the speed of the molecules by tens of times to achieve such an effect. He had no idea what it was like when the monarchs of many races stood side by side in the ancient past, or what it was like when they fought over the race’s chess pieces.

The battle between those gods must have been much sadder than it was then. The universe was only a sliver of the vast original world. Those mighty gods had all left that region to travel to the divine world, and they would one day go there as well.

Watson’s heart was not filled with pleasure after overcoming Frigga. On the contrary, he felt weighed down. Frigga had been able to resist him for so long, and she had used the Primordial Demoness’ strength to occupy most of it. He could not help but feel threatened when he considered how many powerful gods in the divine realm were like the Primordial Demoness, if not stronger.

Watson bowed his head as he pondered. He observed a swiftly falling corpse in the disintegrating Mount Creation. The corpse was that of a little girl. Her entire body had been burned black, and her face had become unrecognizable. She was no longer visible in her original form. She was buried beneath the rubble and drowned in the sea of death below. He could hear her mumble, “I did not lose. I aspire to be the ruler of this planet.”

That figure, of course, belonged to Frigga. She could only fight for her life among the debris since the power of the molecular acceleration had pierced her entire body. Even if Watson did nothing else, she would not be able to survive for long. The enormous pieces of rubble above her kept falling, threatening to bury her. As she was going to drown in the sea of death, black drops of water streamed from the skeletons’ corpses as mist rose from the ocean’s surface. They were eager to meet their new pals.

A teleportation array appeared in the sky at that moment. Frigga was scooped up off the rocks by a lady with silver-white hair and elven ears who flew out of the teleportation array. Her lovely eyes were full of tears that dropped on Frigga’s face.

“Avril, you’re here.”

She struggled to move her lips. “Take me out from here,” Frigga said, opening her clouded eyes and extending her shaking fingers skyward. “I have devised an effective strategy for defeating Watson. I will surely… as soon as I have more time…”

“Frigga, you’ve lost. Don’t think about conquering the world anymore. Is that really what you want?” The woman’s expression was somber, and more tears fell.

“What do I really want?”

For a brief period, Frigga’s hazy eyes became clear, and the time of her entire existence flashed before her eyes.

She used to go to the Winter Nation with her father when she was little. She was not permitted to use Reid as a weapon to conquer other kingdoms or to enter into contracts with them. To enable the signing of the contracts, all the kingdoms had paid a considerable price. She had been young then, but she remembered it well.

“The Holy Dragon Kingdom is a formidable force. It is so strong not because of how much territory we occupy each year, but because we have the authority to say no to other kingdoms.”

What a person could perform was not thought to be a talent. If someone did not want to do anything, they would not do it. That was the actual talent.

As he kept that in mind, King Landhar III assisted Empress Gustav in becoming the new ruler in the Winter Nation.

When he returned to the kingdom, he met Avril and Sylvan, the brother and sister who had traveled from the Elven Kingdom and fell in love with Avril at first sight.

Frigga could still remember the first time she saw Avril. Avril had worn a straw hat to hide her elven characteristics at that time. The straw hat was blown away by the strong wind that day.

She remembered that the sun was very bright that day. The sunlight and the mottled shade of the trees fell on Avril, adding different colors to her snow-white dress. At that moment, her whole world lit up.

After that, most of her memories were related to Avril. She took Avril to catch fish in the river, climbed the mountains with Avril, and sat on the swing under the shade of the trees at the top of the mountain. Those memories lasted until Avril died, and her world became dark.

“A person’s ability doesn’t lie in what he does, but in what he has the right to choose not to do.”

He had once firmly believed in that truth, and he had no desire for the throne of the Holy Dragon Kingdom. As long as he had Avril, it was enough for him. His brothers could be the king. How could a king be happy with the people he loved?

Her initial sentiments had been entirely worn away throughout the decades she had spent as a ruler. Even after witnessing Avril reborn, she remained indifferent and still wanted to battle Watson. Did she want the crown more than Avril?

With that thought in mind, Frigga looked at Avril, who was hugging her and crying non-stop. A hint of regret appeared on her charred face.

When did she start to change?

If she had not lost herself because of power but insisted on resurrecting Avril and being with her, would she be happier?

Frigg was still thinking when her body suddenly twitched violently. A scarlet mist drifted out from her facial features and condensed into the appearance of the Primordial Demoness in the air.

“Frigga, you did not disappoint me. You brought me such a stunning performance and allowed me to absorb enough emotions, especially for you. The desire in your body is simply too delicious. Don’t blame me for magnifying your desire for the throne. My hopes of advancing to sovereign-tier in the future are all thanks to you.”

The smoke-like Primordial Demoness stuck out her tongue from one of her four heads and licked her delicate lips in satisfaction.

“What do you mean?”

Frigga’s body trembled furiously, and the Primordial Demoness’s smile grew even more prominent. “It should not be difficult for you to grasp it, given your intelligence. Your beloved wife was seriously injured in the war for the crown 20 years ago. You came up to me and made a wish to save her. I granted your request and made you King! You were concerned about destroying the Demoness Church after that, so you called the seven gods once again. I kept my mouth shut. I merely begged the gods for assistance at a cost, and the price I required was your desire.

“You were still a weakling without strength when I controlled your desire at the moment. However, I did not expect you to discover my ways after so many years! You appear to have an overabundance of confidence in yourself. You think that a mortal has the authority to control the gods.”

The Primordial Demoness’s voice was not loud, and Watson, floating in the air, clearly heard it. It turned out that King Landhar III’s appearance was not his original intention but the Primordial Demoness’ interference. King Landhar III thought that everyone was his chess piece, but in fact, he had been manipulated by the gods from the very beginning.

That was a significant plot twist.

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