The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 791 - 401: Ascension to Godhood (End of Main Text)2

But now, they are actively climbing towards fate, recklessly reaching out to destiny, and climbing towards divine power!

Towards the final step, towards the gates of heaven, approaching death. Ti will not wait for them; since they have willingly walked towards death, fate will not grant them the ti to open this door!

Yet in the next instant, An Su sensed that all divine power pressing upon his soul had vanished. He turned his face slightly, astonished, as fate had placed all its authority upon his shadow, and the divine power bore down entirely on Miss Maid's soul.

The will of heaven no longer acted against An Su but instead directed all its pressure onto Enya. All this happened in an instant, so quickly that even An Su couldn't react!

Miss Enya's eyes lost their focus.

In just a mont, she was dead.

Enya approached death, yet even in death, without breath, with dilated pupils, and every part of her magic circuits crushed to dust under the weight of divine power,

Even so, she did not let go. She still tightly held An Su's hand. She would not release it, even when faced with death. She would not let go.

"We will embrace until the autumn rain halts, the sycamore leaves fall, the white ri turns to water, the firewood in the hearth burns to ashes, and when the warm white glow of dawn spills across the window, the night will bid farewell to the stars. Oh, my dear young master, let us embrace until that mont."

Not even death could make her let go.

Thus it was thirty thousand years ago, and so it is thirty thousand years later.

Fragnts of the heavenly gates cut across the sky like teors, slicing a massive tear across the firmant. It was fate mocking.

Fate laughed at the audacity of mortals. If An Su and his companion left at that mont, they might escape their fated deaths, but they stubbornly chose to climb towards destiny!

[Error Level: 99.9%]

Such an error could never open the gates of heaven.

The paradox of mutual sacrifice collapsed, and the erroneous balance crumbled!

[Error Level: 80%, 70%, 60%...]

An Su was rapidly being forgotten by existence. He and Miss Enya were a destiny-bound ensemble of mutual sacrifice, but if Enya died, then An Su's na would also be devoured by shadows. His anchor in this world was swiftly being pulled out, and the world was gradually forgetting the traces of An Su.

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It was rely one last step away.

His pure white eyes were gradually losing their radiance. His hand was placed upon the door but lacked the strength to push it open. His eyes were shrouded in layers of black mist, and his soul plunged into the abyss of an endless long night.

An Su too was journeying towards true death. Without Miss Maid, the shadows entirely consud his present.

This is the price of making a deal with the Outer Gods.

The boy sank into the shadows. He was consud, drifting beyond the desolate and withered starry sky, devoid of any light or life. He saw the vast existence of the Unknown that lood over the cosmos, and saw the Shadow Mother Goddess—formless, without concept, without consciousness, without destiny. The twisted shadows ford a continuous black nebula, and that nebula gazed at the boy.

An Su closed his eyes.

He had sacrificed both his future and his past to the shadows, leaving only 0.001 of the present, and after Miss Maid's death, there was no one left to rember his present, no one who could recall his na from the shadows. Perhaps there was still soone?

Perhaps there was still soone.

An Su's last sliver of self still endured.

Soone in this world still rembers An Su's na, soone desperately recalling An Su.

In a world that has forgotten the boy, in a reality where all his past and future have been consud by the 'shadows', in the 'unknown' where nothing is known, soone continues to echo the na An Su Moningsta in their heart.

Only 'Radiance' and 'Truth' can achieve this.

That prayer was the final anchor point sustaining An Su's self.

Just as An Su once strove to recall Miss Maid's na, that girl too is reminiscing, constantly recalling, bringing to life the ever-yellowing scroll of mories. In her mind, she rembers the boy's appearance, reminiscing about his azure eyes, recalling his annoying smile.

She thinks of their shared monts, recalling the sacrifice at the Autumn Rain Altar, their first mistake, their first secret words, their first night away from the Monastery.

Thinking of that long afternoon of thawing rain and snow when the wind carved folds into the golden clouds, that boy with the slightly annoying azure eyes knocked on the Monastery's window and smiled as he said:

'Do you want to sneak out and play?'

But who was that person?

Luoja Fast had already forgotten. The boy with whom she did all those things, she had forgotten his na.

Those things no longer existed. mories beca clouded and were ultimately swallowed by the shadows.

Why desperately rember things that don't exist?

Luoja Fast didn't know. She only knew she couldn't forget, not even in death.

In the end, all traces of the boy's existence, all his anchor points in the world, were engulfed by the Shadow and Unknown Mother Goddess.

But there was one small thing, still preserved, nestled in the arms of the Saintess of Radiance and Truth.

Luoja Fast lowered her head, her eyes, white as ri, flickered with a bright yet sorrowful glow. In her clear eyes reflected—

It was a high-value gambling ticket, depicting a grand—

Majestic and resplendent cathedral.