What is regret?
It’s sothing you once had, but suddenly vanished from your world.
But—
Regret is definitely not sothing you seek but cannot obtain!
After endless cycles of recent regrets, Hawk tried countless thods and made countless efforts, but the final result remained unchanged.
He had absolutely no way, as an ordinary person at the ti, to save his sister from the rubble before the ceiling fell.
What does this prove!
Hawk’s choice at the ti was wise.
Still the sa phrase.
To knowingly attempt the impossible is never the behavior of a warrior, but that of a reckless fool.
So—
When Hawk tried every possible ans and found them to be useless, he completely let go.
With no regrets in his heart, naturally, this world of regret could no longer trap him. When his thoughts beca clear, this world of regret also t its complete collapse.
The buildings turned to dust.
The fleeing crowds also turned to ash.
Even Anya, who was buried in the ruins in the world of regret, under Hawk’s gaze, turned to ash along with the crumbling buildings.
At this mont, Hawk had no regrets in his heart, nor in his eyes.
Though his gaze was tired, his eyes were calm.
As tranquil as still water.
The sky also collapsed at this mont, revealing the eternal sky of Hell Dinsion, where endless ashes drifted.
Even the air began to fill with the endless, unique sulfur sll of Hell.
Clearly.
This ti, Hawk, relying on his own power, walked out from the prison of regret in the Hell Dinsion.
phisto watched this scene, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he wasn’t overly panic-stricken because Hawk walked out of his prison of regret.
After all—
Hawk lost.
He won.
Having exhausted his Power Of The Soul to let go of his regrets, Hawk no longer had any strength to resist his invasion of Hell.
In short.
He was determined to claim Hawk’s soul.
But—
Just as phisto was thinking this way, Hawk, who was just sitting on the sulfurous ground of Hell, suddenly raised his eyes to look at phisto.
"Do you know why I ca to Hell?"
"This is not your Cosmos, your Netherworld cannot reflect here."
"Ha."
Hawk smiled brightly, looking at phisto: "My power has long been cast into this Cosmos, if you don’t believe it, look up."
Upon hearing this, phisto instinctively looked up.
In his sight!
Clang!
The Phoenix sang in the sky, its call resounding!
A phantom of the Fire Phoenix, bathed in golden-red flas, projected onto the sky of the Hell Dinsion, spreading its wings burning with Phoenix Fire and singing loudly.
Seeing this, phisto’s face changed imdiately, looking at Hawk.
"Your power has been here long ago, but you didn’t use it?"
"Yes."
"So you are an ordinary person now?"
"The body is still a divine body, but indeed, I ca to you as an ordinary person."
"Why?"
phisto instinctively asked.
Hawk grinned: "To pay for the shortcuts of the past."
Indeed, cheating is unacceptable.
What you get through your own strength is truly yours; things obtained through cheating will eventually have to be repaid.
Hawk now deeply understands this.
But phisto was utterly panicked.
He stared intently at Hawk: "This is impossible, if you ca here as an ordinary person, how could your soul burn so many tis?"
Hawk tilted his head, looking at phisto.
"Did I ever say it was my own soul that burned?"
"What?"
Hearing this, phisto seed to realize sothing, instinctively looking into the depths of the Power Of The Soul he had absorbed during Hawk’s endless soul-burning cycle.
Nothing much to say here.
One look!
phisto’s face drastically changed.
Looking at this scene, Hawk spoke with a bright smile.
"Old Mo, it’s ti for revival."
"Boom!"
As Hawk’s words fell, phisto in front of him started convulsing uncontrollably like a malfunctioning robot.
Endless black mist pervaded from phisto’s body.
Along with creepy laughter.
But listening to this familiar creepy laughter, Hawk’s face revealed a tinge of nostalgia and reminiscence.
phisto twisted his body and scread.
"No!"
"This is my Hell, not yours."
"Get out!"
"Get out of my body..."
"Ah!"
phisto scread and roared, but suddenly, his body seed to freeze, and he stood there dumbfounded.
Then, an anomaly occurred in the Hell Dinsion.
Hawk looked in the direction of the anomaly.
In sight.
The palace phisto had built for himself here began to collapse, but in the blink of an eye, a new and more familiar palace for Hawk rose from the ruins.
This palace was the one phisto had built for himself in the Hell Dinsion of Hawk’s own universe.
Just as Hawk gazed at the familiar hellish palace, a clear moan suddenly sounded from right in front of him.
Hawk snapped back to reality and looked at the phisto who had just stood before him like a glitch.
In front of him, phisto raised his neck, exaggeratedly breathing in the air here, and his face was wild with madness: "Your body, no, now it’s mine."
Listening to that familiar tone, Hawk couldn’t help but laugh.
"Congratulations, Old Mo."
"Hawk!"
The phisto in front of him snapped back to reality, looked at Hawk, and his wild expression eased into a puzzled one: "Why?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Why what?"
"I’ve backstabbed you many tis, why didn’t you completely kill in the World Tree Cosmos."
"I did completely wipe you out."
Hawk’s tone was calm.
phisto’s mory stayed at the ti he last backstabbed Hawk in the World Tree, rembering only being smashed by Hawk and having his soul taken away.
No mory of Hawk completely annihilating his soul.
The reason for this is simple.
Wanda!
Yes.
Don’t forget, Wanda exists at every point in Hawk’s tiline, and whenever Hawk is in danger, Wanda will surely be there.
Although phisto’s backstabbing was also part of his performance.
But it’s undeniable, that it did count as a dangerous tiline.
What if Hawk ssed up?
So when Hawk was about to annihilate phisto, Wanda appeared, just when he was about to crush phisto’s soul into dust.
Wanda told him she appreciated phisto and that keeping phisto’s soul nearby might lead to unexpected gains.
At the ti, Hawk didn’t know how Wanda ca before him.
But he chose to trust Wanda.
Not because it was Wanda who said it, but because it was said by the mother of his child.
And the new mory erged in Hawk’s mind when he arrived at this Hell Dinsion.
And the soul of the phisto he had clearly wiped out, was now intact in his consciousness space.
Hawk instantly understood.
In this Hell Dinsion, phisto wanted the Power Of The Soul, so give it to him.
His soul couldn’t be given, but phisto’s soul could be given to him; however, absorbing the soul of phisto from his universe, would this universe’s phisto still remain himself? That, he couldn’t guarantee.
This universe’s phisto wasn’t lying.
He was indeed different from the phisto of Hawk’s universe.
He wasn’t as cunning as Hawk’s universe’s phisto.
There you go!
phisto from Hawk’s universe, once wiped out by Hawk, occupied this universe’s different entity as a rebirth, without breaking Hawk’s sacred tiline.
phisto listened to Hawk’s words, paused briefly, seeming to understand sothing.
"So I can’t go back to that universe?"
"Yes."
Hawk smiled and nodded: "That’s why I admire you, Old Mo. You’re fickle and shaless, but you are indeed clever."
phisto laughed aloud: "I’ll take that as a complint. Not returning is fine. I prefer here to that universe."
Hawk was a bit curious.
"Really?"
"Of course!"
Having fully absorbed this universe’s entity of himself, phisto was gleeful: "What a joke, a low-tier universe. To you, it may be low-tier, but to , it’s Heaven. Here, there are no Supre Gods, no Odin, and on Earth, there are no annoying Kamar-Taj. If it weren’t for identity constraints, I’d sing praises to God."
Speaking of which, phisto seed to think of sothing and his expression paused, subconsciously looking at Hawk: "By the way, you’ll be leaving here, right?"
Watching the nervous and expectant expression on phisto’s face, Hawk couldn’t help but laugh and then nodded under phisto’s gaze.
"Yes, I will leave."
"That’s good."
Having received Hawk’s confirmation, phisto visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Again.
To Hawk, perhaps here represents a low-tier universe.
But to phisto, this place is entirely Heaven.
A word.
When the mountain has no tigers, monkeys reign supre.
In this universe, there are neither Creator Gods nor Main Gods, nor even on Earth, a force that could suppress him or a certain woman with superior magic.
Thus—
How could he not love such a universe?
Watching phisto’s undisguised joy, Hawk was a bit curious.
"You don’t want to beco a real god? Staying in this universe, you won’t beco a god?"
"You’re kidding, in this universe, why would I want to beco a god? That’s too tiring."
"..."
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