For You This World I'll Destroy
The Great Gamble (1)
“After millennia became the guardian of the seal of the Goddess, then this time there is someone who has a crazy idea to kill the Goddess. Not because it was not terbesit in the mind of the hero before, but, simply, impossible,” said Ma Dame Fan hiding his mouth behind a beautiful ornament fan,
“But, Clairysviel, what will you get after killing the Goddess of death?” ask Ma Dame Fan.
“To put an end to the superadical blizzard,” I said calling Artemisia in my hand.
Strange, despite knowing that I would kill the Goddess, I did not feel Ma Dame Fan's intention to stop me at all. Whereas in this Obsidian Theater, I can feel an enormous Mana, slashing out of his body like the sun. It seems like just like me, Ma Dame Fan has also achieved greatness.
In that case, why would he be content to seal the Death Goddess, but not kill her? Is Nyghtingale stronger than I imagined?
Ma Dame Fan snorted, “... Do you understand why the Goddess is often called ‘A Dewi’ ? Exactly what it means. Nyghtingale is a Man,” he said who then flicked his fan and lit all the lanterns in the palace.
A huge cheapness appeared behind the graceful lady. A mural depicting a child wielding a sword and freeing civilization from the evil monsters that threaten them. The picture was exactly found in the ancient book in the library Noctis, the title if not wrong “Destiny Heroes”.
But as I recall, the boy was only alone, but why were there two people protecting him in the mural?
“Love is a very big power, but just like any other power, she can be polluted and become a mortal obsession,” Ma Dame Fan story that caresses the mural,
“From that dark love, the smartest man of his time, was beguiled by the whispers of the devil. Sacrificing everything he had, even his only remaining family, he began a ritual to summon peerless power. A machine that can grant any request.
Ideal White.
But it was not the glorious light that was born later, but the ancient God who thirsted for destruction. With the removal of his hand, a firestorm scorched half the world and destroyed everything he touched.”
An ancient God, not a Goddess? This is the first time I have heard of this myth. From this direction of the story, it seemed like Ma Dame Fan wanted to tell me that Goddess Nyghtingale was not that ancient god. I decided to hear the story further.
Ma Dame Fan continued, “When despair hits life, three souls are born with the deity of the three nations. Together, the three of them sealed the Ancient God in the fourth dimension and saved the world.
However, both souls had other ideas. They wanted to extract the power from the Ancient God and share it with the entire nation, hoping that with that power, civilization would become much stronger and able to dispel the God when he returned.
To extract that power, it needed a powerful medium. And they have it. They deceived the poor soul and sealed it in the fourth dimension, damned forever in suffering.
But from that sacrifice, was born the era of magic that we know.”
As my feathers goosebumps, I pull out my sword and realize the direction of this story. If Ma Dame Fan said that he was the guardian of this seal, if the story he gave was true, how cynical was the witch's rotten plan!
Ma Dame Fan also looked at me sharply, “Like a flower that blooms and falls out, so does that damned soul, crumbled into dust.Therefore every two thousand years, and so on, the other two souls chose three souls from the three nations.pushing them in despair, hoping that one of them would rise up and attain divinity.
That way, the seal of the Ancient God will be renewed and the Magic Era will continue.”
Darted me slashing at the rotten woman, but a knight stopped me. Her golden hair wrapped around her pale face. From his eyes that were void of life, I also understood that the Knight was merely a puppet controlled by Ma Dame Fan.
The witch smiled, too,
“Now, you understand why killing Nyghtingale is impossible? You, as well as the poor soul who was chosen as a hero, and the lightning girl, were lulled by the power of Ideal White.all just to be a replacement for the role of Nyghtingale as the ‘saviour’ of this world,” said Ma Dame Fan who knocked me down with great force,
“Clairysviel Adeola Noctis. If you reject your destiny, then the Ancient God will descend into this world and destroy everything…. The world will end.”
Now I understand why I have no intention of killing from Ma Dame Fan. Because right from the start, he was just planning on getting me and keeping me locked up in that seal. Just like the other Triad Megistus that he had been tricking all this time
A lightning spear shot at me, I almost avoided it but then it ignited red flames I could not escape. Simultaneously, the Puppet Knight slashed at me from under the dust. Relinquishing the body, I summoned my new self behind Ma Dame Fan and attacked him with Artemisia.
But, my sword actually bounced before it could touch it. With my demonic amta, I could see a strange stream of wind encircling Ma Dame Fan's entire body. It was as if gravity itself was playing a reverse role around him.
Ma Dame Fan glanced at me, “You are a strange creature. Live in a loving environment, but you reject it. When given the opportunity to realize true love, at the expense of yourself, you actually try to survive,” he said that threw a whirlwind that banged myself on the wall.
“So much do you hate your own destiny? Or maybe not a destiny you hate.. but yourself?” said the witch nailed my body with an ice spear.
A great earthquake shook the palace, making the Witch lose her balance. The sound of broken glass was heard in the sky, as the roots of my darkness slammed in to save myself. Ma Dame Fan spewed blood and smiled wryly looking at me,
“You... Stronger than I thought. Unexpectedly, there will be a day when Obsidian Theater is attacked like this,” he said who then controlled the entire palace to dart to destroy my dark roots.
… He was wounded by my dark roots? I also saw the palace that had now been turned into a collection of balistas shooting at the roots of my darkness nonstop. Seeing Ma Dame Fan seem overwhelmed and distract him from me, I understood.
This entire Obsidian Theater was the body of Ma Dame Fan. Just like me who has a large body like the Yggdrasil Tree, Ma Dame Fan.
“Araraa, the almighty Goddess, overwhelmed against her experimental rats?” I said that summons more dark roots to dominate Obsidian Theater. Like a writhing snake, I destroyed the space darkness of Obsidian Theater.
I descended from the wall, greeted by the Knight who slashed at me. The weight of the slash, even though I almost fended it off with Artemisia, all my bones felt all cracked. Unable to resist, I could only brush it off and dodge the Knight's after-attack.
But suddenly, the wind stopped, as the Knight sheathed back his sword. He breathed in deep breaths. A red radiance emerged from his eyes as a red shockwave shimmered from his body. Time came to a halt as he slashed his sword, smashing everything that the slash touched as far as the eye could see and tore the dimension apart.
“Huh... Just try it, I don't have thousands of bodies, I must be dead soon,” I said that reappeared from the roots of darkness in the sky. Oh, my God, it's so horrible! That knight is no ordinary human. It could be that he was a god who teamed up with Ma Dame Fan and locked up Nyghtingale. But he is dead and now controlled by the Witch.
Seeing the roots of my darkness pressed by the sacred balista Ma Dame Fan and the power of his divine puppet, if this is the way, I could be destroyed before I could reach Nygthingale. There must be another way...but how?
I called out to Ideal White in my hand and felt something strange. Were they gods, shouldn't they be able to summon Ideal White and use it to save the world? But why would they have to sacrifice Goddess Nyghtingale to maintain the egels and start the magic era?
Bizarrely. Different from their story, Ideal White really does exist,. But why did Ma Dame Fan and the other gods not use it?
Wait a minute..is it possible, they are not able to realize Ideal White like me?
“Ma Dame Fan! Listen to me first!” I shouted down to the palace again. Of course it was greeted by a pesky balista who tried to destroy the dark root that protected me.
I was barely able to land in front of Ma Dame Fan, before the Knight of Gods nearly slashed at me. But when I showed Ideal White in my hands, the two gods stopped. Ma Dame Fan's eyes opened wide as he stammered, saying,
“E-Energy that big magic... I-Ideal White? How could? Isn't magic just the Devil's bullshit?”
With cold sweat pouring down my forehead, I replied, “With the roots of my tree, I can absorb the magic power of all the dead and buried creatures. In my hands, this is the soul essence I borrowed from the hundreds of millions of living things that once walked the face of the world. coupled with their magical potential that increased due to the Nyght.” outbreak.
Ma Dame Fan was shocked, then smothered her face in disbelief of what she heard. Then as if he had gone crazy, he laughed, “You spread the Nyght Plague, taking out half the world? Even the Devil is not this cruel when deceiving Father and calling the Ancient God first.”
“Well, I'm the Queen of Devils. Of course, I am more evil than an ordinary demon,” I said withstanding the burning pain that touched my hand from Ideal White.
“Ma Dame Fan, if the real enemy of this world is not Nyghtingale, but the ancient God I said I gave the Goddess a golden letter.
The Goddess read the letter and smiled wryly, “You will hand Ideal White to me, if I help you defeat the Ancient God? You're crazy huh?”
“However, this world will end. So, what's wrong with us trying a small possibility to save this world?”
Ma Dame Fan summoned the God knight and discussed the letter to him. Strange, I thought that the knight was dead, ah, that's it, I'm not a new goddess, how do I understand the ins and outs of the world of divinities?
Ma Dame Fan sighed and looked at me seriously, “... Clairysviel Adeola Noctis, I am Amelia Sonata Noctis, Goddess of space and time, accept your contract. Let's start betting that determines the destiny of this world together.”
