When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1685 - Capítulo 1685: 356: Preservation, Burial, and

Capítulo 1685: Chapter 356: Preservation, Burial, and Rembrance_3

“…it’s the era of exploration and excavation.”

It’s… the era without us old things.

All three keys were inserted, and Grunevald opened the box.

Inside the erald box, neatly placed was a small pogranate.

It wasn’t made into a specin, nor preserved in crystal, yet it remained alive.

As if it was just freshly picked, with a fragrance that delighted the senses.

But once the box was opened, it began to wither and yellow visibly.

Grunevald held the pogranate with his skeletal hands.

It was a gift from his son… and also his relic.

He didn’t even dare to touch it, for with just a gentle touch, it would be obliterated.

Grunevald could only stand still and quietly watch it.

Watching it transform from vibrant to withered, from withered to decayed, until it finally turned to dust.

Outside, a day and a night had already passed.

He just stood there… motionless for an entire day.

Then, Grunevald slowly walked to the window.

He didn’t teleport, nor did he float, but clumsily, like a skeletal soldier, he slowly walked over.

By his will, the window opened itself, and he raised his hand, letting the wind blow the pogranate’s dust into the lightless night sky.

“If only there was the Sun.”

Grunevald gazed at the sky devoid of any light and suddenly spoke.

All alone, talking to himself.

By then, the Spirit Summoning Tower had long been emptied by him. Besides him, there was no living thing in the tower—if he could even be considered a living thing.

And at that mont, the energy core of the Spirit Summoning Tower… which was the massive spine of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy and the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal, began to shine with a dawn-like Radiance.

The Ring of Ouroboros Ritual Array, which he had engraved long ago on the wall of the Spirit Summoning Tower, roared to life at this mont.

“I wonder if it fulfills the conditions…”

Grunevald murmured softly: “O stillness…

“…I, who have always lived in the past, can I beco the greatest sacrifice.”

, at the brink of death.

, collapsing and disintegrating.

Could I also… beco a part of a greater destiny?

So-called Necromancy, its essence is the Excavation Skill. It is truly the art of turning waste into treasure.

And now, without a doubt, he belonged to that “waste.”

…If he could beco the vessel of the Serpent Celestial Marshal, it would be good.

Using this decaying, dying body… to bear all the world’s evils.

That would be the greatest Excavation Skill.

But… the Ring of Ouroboros ritual could not respond.

“…Did it fail?”

Grunevald whispered.

Because he lacked “love”… even though dusk and stillness were very similar, he ultimately lacked that bit of montum to move forward.

But at that mont, in Grunevald’s heart, his own voice erged:

[—Do you plan to beco a Celestial Marshal in the future, Aiwass? I an, after you can beco a Celestial Marshal, and after you finish everything you want to do… do you plan to beco a Celestial Marshal, or a Pillar God?]

The words he once asked Aiwass suddenly echoed in his heart.

“I don’t know. Because from the start, I never thought becoming a Celestial Marshal was a good path. After death, it doesn’t matter… if I could live, I think I would prefer to live and enjoy life.”

At that ti, Aiwass replied this way.

[—But if this world requires you to beco a Celestial Marshal, would you be willing to give up everything in the Material Realm?]

“Of course.”

Aiwass said without hesitation: “At most, just a death. I’ve already prepared for death, how could I be afraid of entering the Dream Realm early? Those two things are essentially the sa… But why would you ask sothing like that?”

[—Soone entrusted to get an answer from you.]

The Old Lich Grunevald answered this way.

That person was Grunevald himself.

[—If you were to beco a Celestial Marshal, what do you think your esteed na would be?]

“…Radiance… I guess, Yao Tian Company. Brightness, brilliance, shining… to shine brighter than any surrounding light, brighter than the sunlight people have gotten used to, so people can see the shining light.

“I want people’s attention. I want them to see shine.”

At that ti, Aiwass answered this way.

Grunevald sighed.

He was so envious of the vitality of youth.

So envious of these fresh souls brimming with hope and dreams.

So envious… of becoming so dazzling.

So envious that Aiwass could walk the path acknowledged by everyone.

“I believe that He is also envious of you.”

Grunevald murmured: “I believe… he too would be envious of you.

“So dazzling… shining like The Sun…”

—The Grunevald family is a clan that carries on the legacy of Forbidden Magic.

That is why he could beco the only Necromancer in the world who mastered the Lich Life Box Technique.

The na of this surna ans “Green Forest.”

Because their ancestors were Elves living in the Giant Tree Region during tis of war.

To seek more Forbidden Magic, these Elf Mages settled in the Parthian Ancient Country and commorated their noble origins with this surna.

And later.

The owner of this surna committed an unforgivable act.

That was Grunevald’s youngest son.

Of course, what exactly he did… Grunevald no longer rembered.

He only knew that he was ultimately erased completely from existence.

No one knew what he looked like, no one rembered his na.

Even his surna, his voice, his creations, the writings he left behind were gradually disappearing…

To combat the Punishnt, Grunevald began to study the Art of Amber Condensation, striving to rember those erased mories.

—He succeeded.

Grunevald, with boundless Power of Death, successfully inscribed that information, which should have been nullified, deep in the bloodline. By doing so, every generation of descendants would resemble him exceptionally, inheriting his talents and abilities.

Grunevald wanted to resurrect his erased son, at any cost.

And either fortunately or unfortunately… his descendants managed to escape their mad ancestor before the experint succeeded, fleeing to Heracel and changing their surna according to the local language. Although Grunevald pursued them afterward, he never found their hiding place.

From the “Green Forest,” it beca the “White Fortress.”

And this new surna continues in the Iris Flower Region, called…

—Vando.

“Adding with this jealousy—”

The Old Lich lifted his head, motionless, allowing the purple sacrificial array to engulf him.

—Is it enough to let sink into the Void?