Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 521

The truth was simple, yet cruel. Everything he knew crumbled in an instant. Crash! The world that had confined him began to shatter. “I am you.” The words of the being identical to him. “We were one.” That was the answer. There was no need to divide any period. No need for any trigger. From the start, that being had not been confined. All of this was an illusion. “You and I were one from the beginning.” He realized that Rowoon and Chaos were one from the start. “Ah.” A groan escaped him involuntarily. The power that had filled his eyes dissipated, and his whole body slumped. The truth he had realized was too cruel. It wasn’t a false memory. His very existence, his life itself, was a lie. “Why….” A question arose. “Why…?” His masters. As questions about them arose. Koo-ooo! Rage surged. They knew all of this, yet they hadn’t told him. No, they had used that fact. -You…. They had played with him, wearing pitiful expressions. This was no different from the betrayal he hated and loathed so much. “It’s no different.” A voice. “What?” Rowoon replied to him. “I’m saying it’s no different this time either.” “What does that mean? Is there more to say?” Even after revealing the fatal truth, was there still something left? “You will know soon.” The being who looked exactly like him, no, the same being, began to approach him. The being that was Chaos, that was Rowoon. Even as the being he had so vehemently opposed approached, he did not back down. That being was no longer a threat. Just. ‘Me.’ Just me. Thus, a perfect symmetry faced each other. “What else is left?” “You have just faced the present.” The being said. “Now, what you must do is….” That bitter smile held many emotions. Clearly, that being was the same as him, but also a being who knew more than him and had watched everything. “Face the past.” The past. Saaa! A cluster of light began to emanate from the being’s body. The light of Chaos filled the surroundings and enveloped him. And slowly. Whirr…. He began to merge with himself. The moment the two that had been forcibly separated became one. Koo-ooo! A massive gust of wind blew, and it was also the moment everything changed. Overflowing power, everything that had accumulated within his chest. His existence was being disassembled and reconstructed repeatedly. And. “Ah….” He had to groan once more. What that being had said. -Now, what you must do is face the past. He realized what that meant. Memories began to flood in. Tearing apart his paper-thin mind. “Kuh-uh…!” Immense memories began to seep into his mind. It was an eternity. Incalculable time, incalculable events. All of it was. -You. Things that had arisen from him, things born because of him. -The world. It was the world. * * * It was difficult to pinpoint the starting point of the memories. It was also difficult to determine whether it was matter or human. Memories that had simply started from something flowed like light, taking over his mind. Then, it suddenly stopped at one point and began. -Ah. The point at which his existence became clear. It was him standing in a certain meadow. Nothing existed in the world, and the only thing that existed was him. -I am…. He was the first human, the first life. He sat alone for years. He didn’t know what to do, what he was at that time. He just sat still, repeating the feeling of time passing, and after years had passed, he finally moved. -Ah. He uttered a meaningless syllable and moved his hand. What was created was a human that looked exactly like him. Time and memories were light, once again flowing like an arrow, taking him somewhere. In that gap, he could see and feel many things. Koo-ooo! One, two, more and more humans were born. Overflowing animals. His creations, whose meaning and purpose he didn’t know, were building the world. The world was developing and changing. In that. -Woo! Woo! He had become their god. They revered and worshiped him. They prostrated themselves before him. And he just watched it. That alone was good. It was just fun, and he wasn’t lonely. But everything didn’t just flow like that. -Please save us! Pain. -Please…. Sickness. -This guy! Conflict. As time passed, they were swirling. At first, they were just as bland as he was, but they were changing. They had their own thoughts, their own sorrows. Even that was fun. It was fun that the things he had created without any meaning had their own meanings. But the moment that became desire and greed. Whirr! Many things changed. -My god. Those who followed and worshiped him. -Why don’t you use that power? At first, it was resentment. Resentment that he didn’t understand their sorrow, their will. The sorrow that stemmed from that was their lament. -Please use that power for us. He couldn’t understand. What it meant to be for them. So he asked. -What shall I do for you? He told them to say what they wanted. -My daughter is sick. Why did you create disease and give us pain? Please heal my daughter, please cure her from her illness. They begged. -So be it. He granted their request. Disease. They said that disease was born from him, but it wasn’t. Disease was change. Just as they had begun to have emotions and thoughts, it was a change born from them, but they found the cause in him. It didn’t matter. -Aaaah! Even that was fun. -My god. But once became twice. And that became desire. -The people of the neighboring country do not consider you a god. It created another conflict. -They say you are a bystander and a demon and must be defeated. Also, they…. Their pleas were different from before. -They are killing and taking from our people, inflicting pain. He couldn’t understand. But. -Please punish them and show the dignity of God. They wished. He grants what they wish for. That was his value, his reason for existence. They said so. -So be it. He granted it. A kingdom ablaze. A part of the changed world collapsed, and screams were heard. -Aaaah! But it didn’t give him any emotion. That was also just a change, a flow. Since he had already seen it countless times, it didn’t give him any emotion. But. -My, my god…. They were different. -How… could you do this? He had granted their wishes, but. -Why? They were…. -Why do you have that face? They began to see him as a source of fear. He couldn’t understand. So he made the face they made when they looked at him. He grinned. That was called a smile. * * * The chains that had bound Rowoon began to tremble intensely. Also, Rowoon’s closed eyes slowly opened halfway, revealing his pupils. Koo-ooo! The energy that emanated from Rowoon’s body became a massive dark cloud. Quarrel! It was thundering. Bondenno began to tremble uncontrollably at the surrounding energy that was shaking. “What….” The air, it was terrifying. Everything he had taken for granted was terrifying. Thud! He collapsed and wanted to give up everything. “What… is… happening….” He looked at Rowoon, then turned his gaze to the Sword King. “What is happening?” He asked the Sword King. Even in this fear, he was only slightly trembling, standing in his place, looking at Rowoon. “He is coming.” He said. “My disciple is coming.” Rowoon, he was awakening. “He is realizing. What he is.” “Chaos….” Bondenno muttered. As the Sword King had already told him, Rowoon was a being called Chaos. “What do you think Chaos is?” The Sword King spoke in a relaxed voice, as if he had already experienced it several times. But Bondenno could tell that he was also trembling. “…….” Bondenno couldn’t answer. “Before he was called Chaos, he was….” The Sword King said. “He was called a god.” There were many beings called gods in this world. Even in Bondenno and the Sword King’s homelands, there were beings called gods. But. “He was a being who could use the name of a true god.” The Sword King said. “The creator of the world, the one who exists at the beginning and the end, and the parent of all.” “……!” “I don’t know why he created the world, but he created the world.” It was a hard story to believe. “And I don’t know why he did it, but….” The Sword King said. “He has repeatedly led the world to destruction and destruction.” That’s why. “Chaos. He cannot be defined, and he can be anything.” And that was. “My disciple, and my master.” Rowoon. “He will be realizing and facing the truth, the past. He will have found out that he created the world and is the parent of all, and he will have realized that he was a being called a god.” The thunder was getting stronger. “Now he will be facing what led that world to destruction.” “….” Bondenno closed his mouth. No, he couldn’t say anything. He had also stepped into the realm of transcendence, but the power he was feeling now was so immense and terrifying that it couldn’t be expressed in words. “When he realizes all the truth….” The Sword King said. “The world has always been destroyed.” A predetermined ending. But this time will be different. “The god of the world is descending.” Slowly, the Sword King took a stance.