After that day, he hadn't visited since not that I cared.
The reason he visited today was that he wanted to join his so-called Tol Martial Alliance, an alliance centered on protecting the Tol people from the endless beasts that dwelled in the ocean and sky. Not surprisingly, I refused.
Why would I waste my remaining ti on sothing so nonsensical as protecting people? How laughable.
He was enraged by my answer and started cursing , once again saying how much of a selfish creature I was, how I was going to die by myself.
Which I had expected. The only thing that puzzled was the fact that, with all that hatred for , not once had he radiated a hint of battle or killing intent towards . I could tell that it was not out of fear, but sothing else.
Fatherly respect, I supposed.
His curses didn't affect , not even a bit. I calmly walked past him, leaving a single sentence:
"I owe the world nothing!"
After that, I went to find a unique beast.
After months of digging and searching, I finally discovered a beast to my liking—a beast that had the ability to condense vital energy into a tiny sphere inside its body.
Inside this sphere, it stored vital energy, which it would shoot at an enemy.
I studied this beast's ability for over fifteen years before I could crack its inner workings. I spent another five years figuring out a way to incorporate it into what I wanted.
At that ti, I was a hundred and forty-five years old, with five more years to live. I spent the next three years preparing for what I was about to do, and that was to create sothing beyond the end.
Not for a second did I doubt that I could accomplish it. My entire being told that I would not fail; that it was my destiny.
In the end, I truly did succeed. I created sothing beyond the end, a path.
I created a sphere ford from vital energy inside my lower stomach. After which I gathered vital energy inside and condensed it, its quality changed into sothing greater a liquid vital energy that spread throughout my body, and evolve it into sothing greater.
At that mont, an irresistible force pulled my mind into a dinsion I called the end—a realm of absolute emptiness.
There, I engraved my path onto the world in the form of shimring crimson footsteps. At that very mont, sothing also happened to my mind; it transford into a will.
I later reappeared inside my manor, encased in a cocoon ford from pure vital energy. I fell asleep, only to wake up a year later, with every aspect of myself evolved.
My overall strength had increased threefold, I could now also affect things with my mind, and I had gained an extra four hundred years of life.
My hatred diminished greatly.
I decided to call this stage I was at the Martial Master, with the one before it being the Martial Apprentice.
Even though I had gained unimaginable strength, I remained in my manor, training. Training at this stage was easy; the only thing I had to do was absorb vital energy inside my Martial Sphere and condense it into liquid.
Ti passed, and I had once again reached the limit of this stage, but it didn't take long to create the next stage, which I called the Martial Master.
Unfortunately, this stage didn't grant any profound transformation like the previous one did, it doubled my attributes and increased my lifespan by an extra hundred and fifty years.
To breakthrough this stage required one to comprehend a mystery of the world, which I called Intent. You see, everything in the world has an intent; you just have to discover and understand it.
After comprehending this intent, you fuse it with your Martial Sphere, triggering a transformation in the vital liquid inside it, which then triggers a transformation throughout your body.
The intents that I comprehended were the intents of martial arts and hatred. I could have comprehended more, but these were all that I needed.
So ti after, soone visited my son. He was shocked to see still alive, well, young, and strong, so strong that rely gazing at caused him to buckle to his knees.
He told that the reason for his visit was to confirm sothing before he died, and that was my death.
He ntioned that he thought I had died a long ti ago, and because he felt guilty for all the bad things he had said to the last ti we t, he didn't dare to confirm my death until now, when he was dying.
He asked how i went beyond the end, which I didn't answer. I could tell that he had been desperately trying to go beyond the end but had evidently failed.
He then begged not to be selfish for once and to spread the thod to the world, not to him specifically, even though he was at death's door, but to the world.
My son was the opposite of selfless.
I answered yes, which shocked him to his core. He couldn't believe his ears and asked to repeat myself, which I did.
"Yes!"
There were only two reasons why I agreed to his request: one, I was in a good mood, and two, the benefits I would gain when soone joined my path.
He was the first person to join my path.
The mont I enacted my toll, which was: *[All those who join my path will forever be tornted with ten percent of my self-hatred!]*
Now, let see how others cope with ten percent of my hatred. Other than my pettiness, I also had one more reason to do that: it was all for the comprehension of the intent of hatred.
If a creature dwells in hatred, how can it not comprehend the intent of hatred? This, in turn, would benefit , for any creature on my path that comprehended a intent would make it easier for to comprehend said intent.
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