Chapter 555 – Four Thrones -Four & Your-

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The world regenerates

When the owner of the throne changes, the world with old laws runs out of life.

As a new law, a new world is created.

All the past becomes ‘denial’, and the new becomes ‘truth’.

Throne – Nemea destroyed the old world and created a new one.

And, if a new master of the throne is born in his own world.

Like the previous world, even if my world is denied, I will not resent it.

After all, he himself created an imperfect world just like ‘them’.

──But.

Burning Earth, Dry Sea.

A closed sky, a dead star.

The moment when disease and pollution are rampant, and everything is reduced to ashes.

Seeing the sight, Nemea despaired.

The ending I was hoping for was not like this.

To a better world.

In order to advance to a better world, he has not intervened in the world of humans as much as possible.

However, her own world was no better than the previous one.

The moment has come when no one can reach the throne and the stars cannot stand due to the war between mankind.

The despair I felt then.

The pain I felt there.

When Nemea, who had decided to accept everything, wanted to give up even her beliefs of her.

She decided to start this planet again.

In the very distant future, in a world of possibilities.

Until a human suitable for the master of the throne can appear who she will properly connect her world her.

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Cleon and Lesia of the past probably had the same expression.

Nemea in front of her eyes—although she too is an illusion of her past her.

It was because Lesia, who touched the slate, as well as Cleon, knew the meaning of the words she uttered.

To become the throne master is to start a new world at that point.

A completely new world with Lesia as a ‘god’ was born, which is insufficient to explain the changes in the original world and the inherited world.

Lesia looked at Nemea in disbelief, and she was speechless.

Of course, Nemea’s story her was shocking, but her eyes her —

It was because Nemea’s eyes her felt something called ‘sincerity’.

[Listen up Lesia. This world has already reached the end of its lifetime as a world. Originally, it wouldn’t be strange if the throne was replaced and a new world was born.]

Nemea speaks in front of her quieted Lesia, placing her hand her on her own breast her.

[However, as the walls of the world began to crumble, this world, where the thrones could not be replaced in time, is too easily connected to the gap in the other dimension. At this rate… The walls of the world will melt away.]

[Another dimension… Gap.]

Regarding that, Lesia also had a guess.

During her journey to stop the empire, she encountered demons and monsters that popped out of the gaps in the other dimension several times.

Either she was terribly twisted or…

The sight of them contaminating humans and transforming them into monsters was traumatic for Lesia as well.

So, if there was a way to stop it, Lecia could nod her head about it.

However, if that method was to reset the entire world, the story would be different.

It was a story that was no different from saying that in order to protect this world, we had to destroy it.

Besides, that’s not the only thing I’m concerned about.

The sudden appearance of Nemea and the words spoken by her.

Lesia couldn’t understand why she was talking to herself like this.

[I… I don’t want this world to end, Nemea. And- why do you think I have to succeed you and become the owner of the throne?]

[That’s the power you have. It’s because I saw the light in that possibility.]

Nemea put her hand on Lesia’s chest as she said that.

“The power you possess is the power to shine on your own, carrying people’s hopes on your back. In other words—the power of the seeker who opens the way and goes out. That power attracts many people, and builds you as a colleague and friend.]

Even humans who were trapped in any dark abyss could feel the light through her meeting her with Lecia.

It was a fact Cleon was well aware of.

It was Cleon, because he was one of those saved by that light.

But to Lesia, who does n’t understand her words, Nemea looks straight at her as if she wants to show her everything her.

[The strongest power you have. It’s your kindness, Lesia. And the owner of the new throne must be such a person.]

[Sah, being told to become a god only by being kind, where is that kind of coercion…!]

Lesia shook her head at Nemea’s words and stepped back, but as Nemea stamped her feet, she grabbed Lesia’s feet as her plants grew from nothing behind her back.

[No… Any human has the potential to sit on the throne. The important thing is whether or not you have the potential to change the world. I’ll show you so far. What kind of people sat on the throne, and what kind of world they have created.]

As soon as Nemea finished speaking, a small throne rose between her and Lesia.

That, too, was an illusion, but for some reason, when Lesia and Cleon looked at it, her heart her beat so loudly and so fast that they couldn’t calm down.

As if being led by that throne. As if it’s an instinct.

A stone statue of a woman with very long hair was sitting on the throne.

In her hand her, she held a flask that seemed to contain reagents, and her eyes her were burning with the light of a cross.

The combinations of geometric shapes that emerged behind her confident expression were constantly moving as if connected to the stone statue.

She resembled someone, Lesia thought.

[The first throne is the throne of knowledge. A woman who created a throne by refining human souls sat down. She thought that her own world her moving towards the end was a ‘failure of the world’. To make it right, she decided to restart the world anew. A world where everything is controlled by ‘knowledge’. Accelerate your development even faster so that you can escape from the coming end.]

The scenery around the woman sitting on the throne changes quickly.

Volcanoes, grasslands, cities, forests of gigantic structures, the Black Sea, and – into the starry sky.

Her ‘stone statue’ her begins to shine brilliantly

But, something sharp came out of her.

The stone statue of the throne master of ‘knowledge’ was destroyed as it was.

Protruding from the throne that was split in half was a statue of a man clad in armor, with muscles sticking out.

In his hand his, holding an old sword, blood was constantly flowing from his hand his, which stood still in a screaming posture.

Besides, his body was also scarred here and there.

His savage appearance was like that of a beast.

However, what was unusual was that the throne, who should be able to set all the laws freely by standing at the top of the world more than anyone else, had her limbs tied to chains.

He resembles someone, Lesia thought…

[The second throne is the throne of power. He was born and raised as a slave to manual labor in a world that valued knowledge but forgot human values. He hates everything that oppresses him, and as a result of continuing to wield his sword with a chained body, he has reached the ‘beast of the sword’. The man who covered his life with a fight to free himself eventually reached the throne and this time covered the world with power. His idea of ​​the world is that stronger in order to solve all the problems that oppress them, a force is needed. Therefore- Although the development of technology was extremely slow, it was able to maintain the world for a longer time than the world of knowledge.]

Weapons flew in from outside the space towards the man’s body.

At first, it was a wooden club.

However, as the club was cut off, blood splattered on the frostbite at the same time.

Next was the ax.

Blood splattered on the statue as the ax cut off.

Swords, spears, arrows, bullets, cannons.

Each time, with an invisible sword strike, everything that flew towards him was cut off and blood spurted out.

In the end, the moment his body was completely filled with blood, the man’s statue began to crack, as if it had been rusted by that blood.

A warm light enveloped the man’s body.

Something like wings fell from the sky and covered his body.

As the statue of the throne of ‘power’ melted away, it was engulfed in light and disappeared.

And then the one who sat down on top of the throne was a woman who knelt down and prayed.

She wore a veil on her head, a mask on her face, and twelve bird-like wings sprouted from her back.

With her face full of love and sorrow at the same time, who is she praying to?

It is she, who sits on the throne and ‘lights on’ all.

In other words, she must be the god of that world.

She resembles someone, Lesia thought…

[The third throne is the throne of faith. In a world with a history of 40,000 years and 2,104 years of violence and blood, the saintess insisted that if she did not stop believing in a brighter life by saving the weak, there would surely be salvation from God. …She didn’t know. No way she knew that the god of that world was the one who covered the world with the violence she hated. In the end, in order to achieve relief that would not come no matter how many prayers she prayed for, she stood up on her own and together with her followers her brought about a change in the world. And she became the owner of the throne.]

And the light that pours over her head and overflows to the bottom of the throne.

When the light flowed from the throne, it changed like a spear made of light and plunged into the ground.

[The third throne created the shortest yet unique rule. It is the power that transcends science (knowledge) and physics (common sense) created by ‘belief’. That’s right, ‘magic’. Magic at the time was closer to ‘divine magic’, and was called ‘miracle’ rather than magic.]

Each time her light her streamed down, the wings of the saintess kneeling on her throne her turned black.

As if dyed in darkness, little by little.

At last, when the light no longer fell upon her head, and a crown of thorns and an iron mask were placed upon her face her, from which her blood her flowed.

There was a ‘spear of mistletoe’ piercing her body with black wings spread.

[…The saintess of the fallen faith, she tried to exclude and suppress all the power of faith other than the miracles she created. She is the power of the mind she created, but she denied everything that was not her mind. In this way, strong-minded beings called ‘witches’ were killed, chased, and hunted for a long time-and finally, a witch pierced the saint’s heart with her own magic. ..]

And, the spear of the mistletoe covers the body of the saintess like a parasitic plant.

Inside, the plants that gradually grew as if nourishing the body of her saint-

Soon, it will stop her growth as it assumes human form.

And that the stone statue resembles Nemea right in front of her eyes. Lesia thought.

[That’s me. The owner of the throne of ‘magical power’.]

Soon, when Nemea shakes her hand, the throne disappears, and Nemea looks at Lesia once more and talks.

[However, my world also failed. The power of magical power, unlike the miracles of the previous world, was the ‘power of a free mind’ that anyone could use, but… As a result, it began to be abused so much that it devastated the world faster than any other world before it. Once, I succeeded in resetting that world- but like I said before. Because human power has weakened the lifespan of the planet, this world has reached its limit.]

[So you’re saying you need a new throne master…? But it doesn’t have to be me…! That’s right, there must be countless people who are stronger…!]

The reason Lecia said that was not because she feared becoming the head of the throne.

It was because she was worried that even if she became the ruler of the throne, she would not be able to properly recreate the world-

More than anything, she didn’t want this world to end for her.

[No, strength alone is not enough. Power alone… Neither ‘Adam’ nor ‘Emperor of the Demonic Sword’ is enough.]

[Adam…?]

Upon hearing her name her for the first time, when Lesia tilted her head, Nemea continued her story towards Lesia.

[‘Knowledge’, ‘Power’, ‘Faith’, ‘Magic’. I have repeatedly proven that the world cannot be completed by force. …Then what’s truly valuable is more than focusing on the ‘power’ itself to overcome trials… The ‘heart’ of the person who has that power should be the law of this world.]

The throne of knowledge did not understand the human mind.

The throne of power abandoned people’s hearts.

The throne of faith has bound people’s hearts.

The throne of magical power left people’s hearts unattended.

Just power. As a result of spreading only what is important to the world, a world where those who are possessed by that value are respected.

It was said that the throne was a system created for a slightly better world, but in the end, they were repeating the same thing with only changing values.

“…So, did she think that Lesia should be the owner of the throne?”

Cleon nodded his head as if he could finally understand Nemea’s words her.

Nemea didn’t want Lesia to be the owner of her throne her because she was a warrior with the most powerful holy sword and power in her world her.

As Cleon had said, she wanted to make her the master of her throne because she did n’t lose her gentleness even with her power over her.

If that were the case, even in the world where Lecia would be born as the ruler of the throne, ‘kind people with power’ would have value.

[Me, I…]

However, Lesia became a face she still didn’t know.

I guess so.

Her kindness was recognized even by the god of this world who was sitting on the throne in front of her eyes.

Of course, asking Lesia to be the main culprit to destroy the world and bring it back to life would be unacceptable.

Seeing Lesia like that, Nemea let out a small sigh.

[As expected… But, this far is as expected.]

After saying that, she once again presented her welcome in front of Lesia.

In that vision, on the burning earth, I saw the figure of a being walking with a holy sword while wearing golden armor.

And the holy sword it was holding was a holy sword with a seven-segmented tip.

[Kaladbolg…!?]

Lesia looks at the sword in the illusion, shaped like the one she held in her hand.

Then, the existence in the illusion shows great power enough to annihilate countless humans and weapons that attack it with a single swing.

No one could stand upright in front of that power.

[That, stop…!]

According to her instincts of her, Lecia knew that it was herself.

The strongest adversary called the Golden Comet, descended before humanity completely annihilated itself and even the stars disappeared.

Cleon, too, trembled at the pain that Lesia must have felt while watching the illusion within the illusion.

[This is the fate you will walk on from now on. If- I don’t choose to become the throne master… This is not my destiny, but-]

Nemea talks as if this is not a threat as much as possible, but her attitude and situation her are close to it.

Lesia held her aching head and her trembling body her in her hands her, and she thought about something for a moment. Looking at Nemea, she opened her mouth.

[I-]

In the next moment, Lesia’s vision disappeared.

Surprised by the sudden situation, Cleon looked at the marble embedded in the stone slab, and saw that someone was picking up the marble.

“…Amelia?”

However, Cleon notices that her pupils have become ‘green eyes’instead of her usual ‘blue eyes’, and is wary of her.

“Hey, bro… I don’t think that’s…”

“Yes… It seems that the ‘imprint of dominance’ that Amelia took is moving her body her.”

Hearing Cleon mutter that, Amelia quietly put the marble in her bosom and opened her mouth.

“Finally. We are able to talk to each other like this. The reincarnated members of the Dark Demon clan.”

The voice that came out of her mouth was the overlapping of Amel’s original voice and Nemea’s voice that had been heard until now.

“Nemea…! Give Amelia’s body back!”

“Don’t worry. I just borrowed this child’s body for a while to have a conversation with you. This child’s body…Is made like a ‘vessel’ that can accept my personality well.”

Cleon grits at her words her, but she does n’t think to draw her weapon her.

If it did-because Amelia’s body could be damaged with her will her.

“…Don’t be so furious. Really, we’re just talking. Cleon.”

“…”

Nemean spoke with a slightly kind voice, but Cleon, who had seen her conversation with Lesia earlier, saw it as nothing but an existence that was trying to force Lesia to become her throne lord her.

“I think I know what you’re thinking… But it was necessary. I hope you understand that much.”

“What did Lesia… Answer? Where is she now, in the gap in the other dimension!”

When Cleon said so, Nemea shut her mouth for a moment.

“I’ll tell you all about it. Let’s make a contract with me. Cleon.”

“Contract?”

And Amelia’s hand her was lifted, and she spoke to Nemea as if to take her own hand her.

“Yes. It is a last-chance contract to return ‘Lesia’ to this world.”