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Chapter 731: Before It All Began

With a composed demeanor, Duncan raised his head to address the gargantuan being: “I wish you could explain something. What exactly do you mean when you say about ‘taking over all this?”

From deep within the star-like mountainous god, a voice tinged with a human-like quality and a hint of sadness emerged, then spoke slowly: “Usurper of Fire, perhaps you already understand… During the event known as the ‘Third Long Night,’ I failed to execute all my plans as per the original design. The Boundless Sea is far from a perfect haven. My attempt at ‘World’s Creation’ ended in failure, just like the endeavors of the Pale Giant King and the Dream King. However, my failure was postponed by ten thousand years.”

Standing in the ocean’s deepest recesses, Duncan found the admission of failure from this ancient, world-creating deity profoundly impactful. Despite having numerous clues pointing to this truth, hearing it directly from the mouth of the Nether Lord caused him to sigh deeply.

After a moment of reflection, Duncan broke the silence: “Yes, I’m aware. There are many indications of this. I’ve seen the city-state reflections deep within the dimensional sea and the ‘unfinished creations’ in the ocean. I’ve also uncovered truths about the shadow demons. On the Holy Island, I discovered a hall where thousands of biological records are kept… All of this points to the fact that our current era in the deep sea is merely a facade of struggling civilizations, barely gasping for breath in a post-apocalyptic world. As a ‘sanctuary,’ it’s riddled with imperfections.”

Alice, who had been listening, softly commented from the side: “Isn’t that a bit too harsh…?”

Shirley responded in a similarly hushed tone, “That’s actually putting it mildly.”

Their quiet exchange was suddenly interrupted by a rumbling from the dark, mountainous deity: “Yes, this sanctuary is flawed, and now these imperfections are reaching a breaking point… Usurper of Fire, how many times has the Observer Effect Stability Anchor failed now?”

“The Anchor is crucial to maintain the stability and harmony of the various ’embers’ within the sanctuary. Its light enables the conflicting, untranslatable fragments of worlds left over from the Great Annihilation to merge into a single reality. Its failure indicates that the foundational flaws of the sanctuary have accumulated to a critical point. Once it goes out completely, the collection of ‘emberous clumps’ we’ve forcibly held together will begin to disintegrate.”

With a hint of skepticism in his voice, Duncan inquired slowly, “So, how is all of this connected to me assuming control over ‘everything’ here?” He glanced around, indicating the sprawling sanctuary. “The sanctuary is teetering on the edge of collapse. Are you implying that it will undergo a miraculous transformation if I take charge?”

“The answer, based on my careful calculations, is a yes,” came the reply.

Duncan felt a surge of emotion upon hearing this. The Nether Lord’s response was quick and unequivocal, revealing an unexpected truth. It dawned on Duncan that this being knew far more about him, known as the “Usurper of Fire,” than he had initially thought possible.

His face took on a grave expression. “But why?” he demanded.

“The reason is straightforward,” began the Nether Lord, its voice resonating through the dimension, the light shimmering across the dark mountain range like a celestial river. “You possess a power far surpassing that of the Observer Effect Stability Anchor. Should you assume control, your immense power will rectify every flaw within the sanctuary. Every unstable system will be rebalanced, returning the sanctuary to its original, most perfect state.”

After a brief silence, Duncan responded, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and contemplation. “It appears you and the other entities you call ‘Ancient Kings’ understand me better than I understand myself.”

The Nether Lord’s tone shifted to a slower, more hesitant cadence as if grappling with uncertainty. “For ten thousand years, we have observed and hypothesized about your true nature, yet we remain uncertain of your essence. Usurper of Fire, are you truly unaware of your origins, of the essence that defines you?”

Duncan remained silent as he contemplated. He had many clues about his origin and essence. Bits of information had been emerging from the shadows, including a message sent by a human civilization at the brink of extinction to their distant past and insights from the 0.002-second universe. These fragments collectively hinted at the truth about his identity as “Zhou Ming.”

Yet, after a brief moment of hesitation, Duncan chose not to directly address these revelations to the “Ancient God.” Instead, he posed a question, “What do you mean by ‘long observation’? When did you and the other ‘Ancient Kings’ first become aware of my existence?”

“In the aftermath of the initial cataclysm, when numerous worlds collided, we first caught a glimpse of you. Among us, you were one of the earliest, Usurper of Fire.”

Duncan’s expression flickered momentarily, betraying a hint of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

He was one of the oldest beings, existing long before the era of the deep sea, even predating ten thousand years. His arrival in this world wasn’t in New City-State Year 1900, nor was it when the Vanished returned to reality, nor even on the day he, as “Zhou Ming,” had opened that mysterious door… his true awakening had occurred much earlier.

Understanding a concept in theory is one thing, but hearing it confirmed firsthand is entirely different.

Duncan, however, remained remarkably composed in the face of this revelation. It was as if all his emotional turbulence had sunk into the deepest recesses of his being. With a slight nod, he signaled for the narration to continue: “…Go on.”

The Nether Lord then elaborated, “The origins of that cataclysmic collision remain a mystery to us. What we do know is that the survivors were few. Those few, whether fortunate or cursed, are the beings we now refer to as the ‘Ancient Kings.’”

“Our existence since then has been a tapestry of randomness and distortion. The collision fundamentally altered our essence. Time was in disarray, space contorted, fragmented. We emerged from the fiery chaos of total destruction. Our initial interactions with one another were almost as catastrophic as the collision itself. Many perished from contamination during these ‘first contacts.’ Those who lacked the strength or fortune quickly turned to dust, leaving behind only a handful of us, including some names you might recognize.”

The Nether Lord continued, “From the beginning, you were present, dormant within a mysterious ‘cocoon’. You remained asleep, formless. To us, you appeared as a nebulous cluster of light, isolated from the world, impervious to external influence. You remained undisturbed through endless nights, numerous gatherings, and world-shifting events.”

“Had you not recently shown signs of activity, I might have believed you would sleep indefinitely, maintaining your shapeless luminescence until this world, reborn from ruins, faced its end again.”

“Our ‘observation’ of you has been marked by your unresponsiveness… Ta Ruijin was the first to give you a name, calling you ‘Fire Usurper,’ yet he never revealed the reason for this name. Navigator Two seemed to grasp something of your power or ‘attribute.’ The Pale Giant King observed you amidst the ashes for seventy-seven cycles, leaving behind a solitary remark – he anticipated meeting you again. After that, he remained silent until his demise on the first long night.”

The ancient god’s voice resonated solemnly through the depths of the sea, accompanied by the ancient, dim starlight from above, casting a mysterious, chilling atmosphere.

“Fire Usurper, we still cannot fathom your true nature, but throughout the long years preceding your awakening, we have been observing your dormant ‘cocoon.’ Those shapeless glows you emitted revealed different truths and futures to each observer. Now, being the first to directly engage with you is my privilege.”

Duncan remained silent for an extended period.

He needed a moment to gather his thoughts, which were swirling chaotically. The notion of being perceived as an unfathomable “cocoon by the “Ancient Kings” was overwhelming. How had he always been seen through their eyes?

Duncan grappled with this new information as a peculiar sensation settled in his heart. The realization that these “Ancient Kings,” survivors of cataclysmic destruction, had been observing him throughout time, extracting profound “revelations” from their prolonged surveillance, was both unsettling and intriguing.

After a period of contemplation marked by a furrowed brow, Duncan finally broke the silence. “And you? What ‘insight’ have you derived from your extended observation? Does it relate to your desire for me to assume control over this ‘sanctuary’ you’ve established?”

In response to his query, the landscape transformed dramatically. The vast and imposing star-shaped mountain range, bathed in dim starlight, momentarily plunged into darkness. Then, as if responding to an unseen command, every light on the range blazed to life. Streams of dark blue light intensified, pulsating with energy. A deep, resonant rumble emerged from the mountain’s core, capturing the awe of Shirley and the others. The central “peak” of the range began to part slowly, revealing a pulsating dark red core that rose from its depths. This core, resembling a giant, solitary eye, gazed calmly but intensely at Duncan.

“No,” the core responded, its voice carrying a harsh, cold mechanical timbre. “The revelation I have received is far different. It suggests that you are destined to set the entire world ablaze – a ‘cremation’ of sorts. In this unprecedented event, all timelines, all historical currents, and the lingering lights of every remaining civilization worldwide will converge and be consumed.”