My heart skipped a beat the mont I saw what was written: [The One Who Destroys the World!] Just what kind of destiny was this, and why ?
"Hell no, I ain't destroying anything. To hell with your destinies and all that crap," I muttered under my breath. "I, Lee Gaon, follow my own path, and I will not let so system ssage control , like you did the goddess of fire."
I glared at the sky, my fists clenched in anger. I could feel it—the one who imposed all of this on , watching from above. Don't ask how I knew, I just did. It was like a sixth sense, an intuition I couldn't explain. He was there, always there, looking down at , controlling . Every single day, I was just a toy, a tool for his amusent.
And it made sick.
If I had the power, I would tear through the fabric of space and ti itself and find his real body. And when I did, I would make him suffer, just like he made suffer. The thought of it twisted inside like a burning rage, fueling my determination to break free from this curse, this system, this fate.
I couldn't imagine myself becoming soone so vile, so evil, that I would unleash my wrath on the entire planet. Perhaps my fate was destined to mirror that of the goddess of fire, who had purged her world with her own flas, controlled by a mysterious force she couldn't refuse. But ? I knew I was stronger than that. I wasn't so puppet to be used and discarded.
I turned my gaze toward the horizon. The sun shone brightly in the sky, casting a golden glow over the ashes and the remnants of my battle. The air slled of destruction—burnt earth and the remnants of everything that had been. The golden grass that once covered the landscape now lay trampled and torn, unrecognizable. I could feel the power surging through , and yes, right now, I had the power to obliterate everything in my path. But even after all the death and suffering I'd seen, after the loss of my friends, I still couldn't bring myself to go that far.
Why the hell would I need to destroy everything? Why would I turn my back on everything I once cared for?
I tried not to think too much about it, but in that mont, a new fear settled deep inside my chest. A fear of losing myself—of becoming sothing monstrous, sothing beyond saving—and destroying everything I still loved.
The realization hit like a punch to the gut. The woman I saw in my visions, the one destroying everything, it wasn't just so otherworldly figure—it was .
How could I not have seen it before? It all clicked, all the pieces of this twisted puzzle. The destruction, the chaos, the broken world... It wasn't so separate fate that I could escape from. It was mine. My fate was to destroy everything I had fought so hard to protect.
And yet... I wasn't that woman. I couldn't be. But what if I am? The thought clawed at , twisting in my chest. Was I dood to beco that very monster? The very thing I swore I'd never beco?
"Why is this world ssing with ? Why does fate keep toying with my emotions?!" I scread, my voice raw, my throat burning with the weight of the words. I didn't even care that I was screaming into the void. How much longer do I have to suffer for your amusent? I thought, my mind spinning. "Enough! You're getting what you wanted, okay? Why can't you just let be?!"
It was so empty, so hollow—my mind, my heart, this endless cycle of destruction. I knew he was watching. I could feel it, the presence of that twisted power that had manipulated from the very start. He was there, laughing, at , at my pain, at how little control I had. How broken I had beco. I knew that laugh. I had heard it before in my darkest monts.
"Ha! So funny, right? Fuck you!" I scread to the empty sky, my voice cracking with anger, with despair. My hands shook, my heart burned. I had no one to fight for anymore, no one to protect. No one left to save. But still... I'll fight. I'll fight for them... for ...
My wings crackled with lightning, the energy rushing through my veins as I took flight, the storm within swirling. The power surged through like a drug, but it wasn't enough to numb the pain. I wasn't running anymore, I was just moving. I didn't care where I went or where I ended up. All I wanted was the emptiness to stop, for the pressure to ease, for the pain to let go.
But I couldn't escape. I couldn't escape myself. Every direction I turned, I saw the remnants of the past, of all I had lost. But no matter how deep the ache in my chest, no matter how much I wanted to run away from everything, there was one thing I knew. I couldn't destroy this world. I won't.
I swear to myself. I won't beco that monster.
And yet... what if I already am?
The weight of the silence around was suffocating. I hovered above the small village, staring down at the peaceful lives unfolding beneath . The contrast was unbearable. How could they live so happily when I was torn apart by guilt and confusion? The jealousy that had been buried deep inside for so long began to stir, like a dormant beast waking from its slumber. It was sickening. I felt a strange pull in my chest, sothing dark, sothing that whispered, You could crush their happiness. You could tear it all down with one swipe. It's all in your hands.
But even as I felt the power surging through , the temptation gnawing at my soul, I hesitated. Why? I could feel the cold laughter of my own voice ringing in my ears—you're a demon, Gaon. Your true nature is to destroy, to ravage. Embrace it. But I couldn't. The more I thought about it, the more I questioned myself. I had the strength, yes. But... What would it accomplish? What would it do to if I destroyed sothing so... pure? Was I truly a demon, like the system wanted to believe? Or was there sothing still left of the woman who cared, the woman who fought for others?
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The thought of my friends being gone haunted . Their faces, their laughter, their love... it all felt like a distant dream, a dream I'd never wake from. I was alone now. But wasn't I always alone? Hadn't I always been? I was never fully accepted by them, was I? I was always the outcast, the one who didn't belong. Maybe it was fitting that they were gone. I wasn't worth saving, and now... I wasn't sure I even cared to be saved anymore.
My wings folded slightly as I lingered in the air, the cold wind brushing against my face, but it did nothing to cool the boiling rage within. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to destroy. I wanted to feel sothing other than this suffocating emptiness. But the village below—so peaceful, so untouched—was a stark reminder of the last part of that still cared. The humanity I fought so hard to hold on to was being slowly crushed beneath the weight of my own doubts and pain.
And then, just like that, the voice, the voice that had been silent for so long, broke through the chaos in my mind. Its words were sharp, unfeeling, cutting through the haze like a knife.
"I'm sick of hearing you cry all day, can you just shut up for a mont and hold yourself together, honestly... you're so pathetic Gaon, you should just die if you will continue being such a loser."
It was the eerie voice, the one that had guided when I had no one else. But even now, it felt cold, detached, like a distant mory I had no connection to. I didn't even flinch. I was beyond flinching.
You're back...
The words barely left my thoughts, and yet they felt so heavy. I didn't know why I expected anything else, why I thought it would have any different effect. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore, not really. The eerie voice had a point. I was pathetic. I was weak. I was alone. I had nothing left to lose.
Yet, the oddest thing happened. Despite the venom in the voice's words, a part of felt... relief. At least soone was still there, even if it was just a mocking voice in my head. The silence was worse. I didn't have to like what it said, but it was there, and that was more than I had in ages.
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