Alexandra appeared in the sky. She gazed down at the world for a mont, then flashed towards the crack at the world barrier at maximum speed.
Soon, she arrived at the crack and did sothing she had been longing to do for a while now: she took one step forward and entered the cold and dark vacuum.
After she entered the vacuum, she closed her eyes, her lips arching into a srizing smile. She opened her arms wide and spun around, her glowing, runic black dress and her long and wild hair swaying about, painting a beautiful picture of a luminous figure dancing in the lonely void.
At this mont, Alexandra gained a montary delusion of detachnt. Detachnt from her sins as a mother. Detachnt from her enslavent. Detachnt from her burdens.Detachnt from the world.
from within the world, a set of glowing starry eyes gazed at her with indifference.
…..
Another ten years passed, and Apexion’s so-called disciple finished his advancent. Malavan stood before Apexion and asked him a question that he found to be totally nonsensical.
"Master, are you good or evil?"
Apexion almost burst out laughing. ’Was he joking?’ Apexion never thought a creature who grew in this world would consider or care about such things, good or evil.
’Could it be that malavan had grown up too sheltered?’
To be honest, he had sowhat understood why his so-called disciple would ask him that. It was because this disciple must have thought him to be so kind-hearted savior who saved his life, saved the world, a creature who could not harm.
But now that he had co to know his true nature, he was sowhat conflicted. He gazed at his so-called disciple and spoke in an amused tone,
"What makes a creature good or evil?"
"E-evil creatures are those that inflict unnecessary harm upo-" answered Malavan, but before he could finish, Apexion interjected,
"Wrong. Listen carefully, Malavan. There are no such things as good and evil. Such concepts do not exist, and even if they did exist, it wouldn’t be what you’re describing. It would be strength…
strength would be the decider between good and evil. Those who are strong are considered good, and those who are weak will be considered evil."
Malavan’s eyes shone with confusion. He opened his mouth to say sothing, but before he could, a dreadful feeling washed over him, and before he could react, a terrifying force struck his body.
Bang!
Trendous pain washed over him, his mind blurred, and his spirit trembled. Imdiately after, he felt his body moving through the air at extre speeds, then,
boom!
He felt himself slam into sothing hard. He struggled to open his eyes, then he scanned the surroundings. He saw himself embedded within a huge crater 2 km deep.
And there were multiple web-like cracks on his body, his blood flowing out like a river, creating a small puddle beneath him.
He instinctively gazed upwards towards the center of the world, his blurred eyes landing on the majestic floating island, that he was now over a thousand km away from. Suddenly, a familiar but indifferent voice echoed in his head,
"Understand, this boy, you are very, very evil, and I am good… Don’t ever question again unless you have beco good, more good than I."
’Master?’ he muttered in a weak and painfull tone, as he lay motionless and bloodied with a dazed look, while he gazed at the floating island.
Back in the throne room, Apexion casually grabbed one spirit crystal next to him and chewed it with delight, as if nothing had happened, which for him, nothing had.
Winter ca and winter passed, 10 years passed. Within Blackstar’s subconscious, his spirit opened its mouth and swallowed a spirit crystal. A second later, the spirit collapsed,
pash!
Another second, it reford, radiating an aura two tis stronger than before.
Boom!
Apexion’s eyes flicker as his will expanded outwards instantly covered a radius of 240,000 km, enveloping the world and beyond.
A few minutes later, it contracted back into his subconscious. He was satisfied with breaking through a minor realm in such a short ti - 20 years compared to the predicted hundreds.
He raised his head up, his starry eyes flashed, and the doors opened.
A mont later, his minions Thallo and Iron Tooth, who were radiating spirit energy, appeared before him. They bowed down, then presented him with tens of thousands of spirit crystals.
The two of them were the ones in charge of going around collecting his 30-70 percent share of spirit crystals, the amount depending on the creature, their value, and their strength. He decided to call the role of the two tax collectors.
He waved his right hand and collected his taxes, after which the two vanished.
Apexion continued his gluttony.
….
In front of the room that house the polluted blood drop, a figure clad in red armor sat on a throne ford from beautiful black flas. The wrathful one, the one who guards the polluted blood drop.
At the sa ti, within one of the 10 km tall floating towers, the lust clone was currently mating with many different females from many different species, including the lust-mind Eve. Their ecstasy-filled moans echoed out.
~AAH~
…
Sowhere inside another tower, the envy/curiosity clone was currently engrossed in tinkering with two silver 1 cm tall spheres that floated before him. His eyes sparkled, and the spheres lit up.
He then whispered into one sphere, and a whisper rang out from the next,
"Hehehe,"
he laughed crazily as he grabbed the spheres and placed them in a secret room.
He had just created a communication device that could communicate over hundreds of thousands of kiloters, but unfortunately, unless sothing unexpected happened, that invention would never enter the world, for it was his and his alone.
…
Inside one of the huge citadels, noble barbarian clan headquarters.
Whoosh! Bap! Whoosh! Bap! Bap!
"Look at your punch beyond the physical. Why is a punch a punch? Feel its purpose, listen to its voice." A young barbarian, no more than 13 years old, punched the wall before him with precision and accuracy.
Behind him stood a core-rank barbarian female. She instructed him in a calm and motherly tone.
"Feel its intention, gaze at its aning, feel its aning, understand its aning, and embrace it." Her voice echoed in the boy’s head over and over again.
Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap!
The boy’s punches started to flow more naturally and uniform compared to before.
It was as if his body was punching on its own, as if it was possessed by punch itself. Soon, his body started to radiate, a mysterious aura,
Bap! Bap! Bap!
"Good, good, now take control of your punch, do not let it command you; you are the ruler," said the female as her eyes shone with proudness.
Bap bap bap bap!
"Ahh"
Boom!
The boy’s small fist slamd into the runic wall, only this ti it was pulsing with the true aning of punch.
"You have done it, son, you have advanced to the emperor rank, you are the hope of our noble clan, the one who will keep those mixed blood in their places," said the female in an excited tone.
The boy turned to face her; his face was indifferent, with no sign of excitent for having advanced. He remained silent, only his eyes flickered with unknown thoughts.
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