The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 692 - 360 [Seven Gods' Chosen]2

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Pain!

Such pain!

It hurt just as much as when little K woke up in the host of best friends!

An Su too felt this pain from the past, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly—a profound and unyielding pain.

He quietly watched the maid's retreating figure, the falling autumn rain hitting the ground where she had walked, sprinkling black-grey blossoms.

This piece of the past had finally reached its conclusion, much like the late autumn rain that when it falls in autumn, people often fail to notice its arrival and likewise forget when it departs.

The rains of spring, gentle and lethargic, lt the icy rivers as all things welco spring; the heavy rains of sumr, grand and majestic, nourish the waving wheat fields that cover mountains and fields; the snowflakes of winter, fluffy and swirling, land on people's shoulders, lding with their warmth and lting away—only the drizzles of autumn are forgotten, for their sound is too faint.

Only when the rain has stopped do people belatedly hear its confession to the world.

An Su felt a slightly icy touch, felt those pale fingers gently stroke his cheek, fingertips carefully, slowly gliding across his face, finally coming to rest in his ashen hair, caressing it softly.

The touch was cool and alien yet familiar, like the tail end of night, soft and clean, clearly about to leave, ready to dissolve into the sunrise's bright light. Despite that, the pain that seed to rip his entire head apart unreasonably faded away, and his mind beca serene and harmonious.

At that mont, An Su saw Miss Enya who had lost her na turning towards him from the world of shadows: her pupils had faded, her gaze had dimd, her mory was blurry, her na was gradually dissipating.

Clearly, the rain was coming to an end, but in the very last mont before the rain ceased, Miss Enya turned around and embraced herself.

Ti stretched indefinitely in slow motion, and An Su heard clearly the sound of raindrops falling, seeping deep into his soul:

"Young Master Ansu—"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Yage Sylvia, having lost her na, tenderly stroked his head and whispered in his ear, in a ti of forgetting, amidst the shadows,

"Let the headache fly away."

"My Young Master Ansu, let the headache fly away..."

"Let... the pain..."

"Fly away."

If not for the silence of autumn rain, it would have been deafening.

It was only at this mont that An Su finally understood, finally grasped what he hadn't understood before—why Miss Enya seed forever dispassionate, why her character was so biased and extre, why she was more abnormal than himself, why she spoke those subdued words every day, why such a maid always stayed by his side:

Because she had forgotten everything about herself, yet she still rembered—

"She had to love him."

And all emotions lay hidden in the quiet shadows, just like the na of this belief: "Shadow and the Unknown."

For there is nothing in this world more elusive and profound than emotion; it covers shadows, it is a wilderness of the unknown, all is shadow, all is unknown. Yet it also covers radiance, its ground filled with unknown truths.

Miss Enya had forgotten her own na, yet she rembered the na of An Su Moningsta alone.

The rain outside the window had stopped, and this past mory was coming to an end.

Idiot.

Stop patting my head, I'm not a child anymore.

In the ti when the autumn rain had stopped, An Su looked up at Miss Enya, his teal eyes reflecting half the starlit sky. He took a step forward, moving from the radiance into the shadow. Their figures overlapped, separated by ti, past and future, unable to touch one another, unable to sense each other.

On the altar, the Priest of Life chanted arcane verses, Esoteric Sect Followers spilled blood-red ink within the ritual, baby skeletons and rampant flesh, wild grass and torrential rainy nights, the shadow of radiance and the unknown truths—An Su and Miss Enya embraced in a mory across ti and space, be it the past or future, destiny or nether, whether ti, light and dark, or that so-called immutable fate, or the gods who manipulate fate, no one in this world could prevent An Su from embracing her.

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Because Miss Maid once embraced An Su, even though An Su did not know it.

And now, it was simply his turn.

"Enya Moningsta,"

"Or rather—"

"Miss Yage Sylvia. I have many questions I want to ask you."

An Su stepped into the shadows, whispering into Miss Maid's ear, even though she could not hear his voice,

"You rembered my na, and I rembered yours."

"If you forget, I'll rember for you. Even if the whole world forgets you, it's fine as long as I rember you, and if the whole world forgets , it's fine as long as you rember .

"From now on, nothing can stop us."

He said with a smile,

"Not even the so-called gods, not even the so-called fate!"

At this mont, shadow and Radiance overlapped.

And the ritual at the altar had reached its climax—

The once An Su had walked to the center of the altar, that fifteen-year-old boy intoning the prayer to the Mother Goddess of Life, he smiled calmly from the center of the altar, his dark blue eyes reflecting the most frenzied light, blood crazily devouring the Esoteric Sect Followers, devouring all enemies trying to harm them, blood pooling into a sea, flesh wildly growing from skeletons, the autumn rain had already ceased, replaced by a never-drying blood rain.

Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!

Sacrifice everything!

Lush fat swelled like water, sharp bones grew wildly like bamboo, blood splattered like crimson sunset, piled bones like rolling hills, yet new bamboo t the spring water, yet the sunset spilled over the hills, everywhere was bustling, everywhere was beautiful, everywhere was festive.

Dyeing the snow-white ri with blood red, dyeing the swaying pines and cypresses with blood red, dyeing the gray sky with blood red, dyeing the long stairs of fate with blood red!

From tonight onward, the indestructible Nether Fate had a crumbling gap, the 'An Su Moningsta' fated to die tonight lived on, from tonight onward, the land would rise up in arms, the boy would be reborn from within blood red, he would step onto the long stairs of a fate no one could know, stepping onto a path covered with shadow, the unknown path, stepping onto a path full of Radiance, the path of truth!

Miss Maid broke a fate even An Su could not break, from tonight onward, even gods would have to roll the dice.

And now, An Su held the unknowing Miss Enya tenderly amidst the blood rain, now he finally understood, the only way to transcend fate was the awareness of forsaking.

The awareness of forsaking a na, the awareness of forsaking all, turning all of oneself into a spiral staircase climbing towards fate! Only then is one qualified to conquer the stars!

And An Su was no longer afraid to forsake, because he knew, even if he forgot, there was soone who rembered for him.

"Miss Yage, Miss Enya, Miss Maid."

He said calmly,

"You ended my Nether, and I will also clear your Nether."

[Interesting little virgin, you have aroused the pleasure of Shadow and the Unknown Mother Goddess!!]

The black candle soared up in the greatest fla, dyeing the whole world the color of night, the black fla burned bizarrely and grandly, all shadows, all the unknown, at this mont brought about the most radiant explosion, from now on, there was no more radiant color than this.

"An Su Moningsta"

And all the people of Avad could not believe what they witnessed tonight, it was a scene worthy of being recorded in the Epic:

"Seven Gods' Chosen"