571 Here’s to the New World Part 1 (2/2)

”Have you been alright?” he asked.

”Haven't I always been like this?” The soft voice answered him, ”Lonely, but not really feeling good or bad, probably sad? What do you think?”

Charles looked at the corners of her mouth and asked confusedly, ”But aren't you smiling?”

”Because it's what you want to see,” the voice answered him.

Lithe hands cupped Charles' cheeks, and the woman kissed his forehead. ”Charles, what you're seeing is an illusion. I'm already dead, don't you know that very well? Nothing will be left after death, no hell, no heaven, no place for the soul to go.” She held on tightly to Charles' cheeks and whispered in his ear, ”Right from the start, humans have never possessed souls.”

Charles' eyes widened, but he couldn't see her expression clearly. He just felt confused and uneasy, and wanted to hug her, but couldn't feel his hands.

”You don't have it as well?” he asked fearfully.

”Of course I don't,” his mother answered.

”But you...” He looked at her as if he was in a trance and muttered to himself, ”You're right here, you told me so...”

”Don't you know the answer very well?” The voice gave a cruel laugh as if she had already understood what he was thinking. ”I am not happy, Charles, I've never been happy.

”I never attained happiness or relief, the world has never changed for the better, and you won't be able to gain salvation and hope. Why do you always like to deceive yourself?”

Charles was stunned. He wanted to hug her, but felt nothing in his arms. The cruel illusion gradually thinned, disappearing into nothingness.

Just like his own absurd fantasy.

So, he finally understood. ”So that's how it is?”

”Yeah,” the voice replied. The gentle hands gradually became cold. They dissipated, losing all color and contours, and returned to nothingness.

He couldn't help but cry hard and murmured hoarsely, ”Have I always been alone?”

No one answered.

The gentle illusion had disappeared.

The only comfort in his nightmares abandoned him, leaving him by himself, with the ice-cold flowers that bloomed from his blood.

”So that's how it is,” Charles murmured softly and opened his eyes.

…

At that very moment, in the muddy puddles of blood, the demons with eagle bodies that were pecking at the broken limbs were startled and flew up high into the sky, only to freeze motionless in midair.

In the world that had gone still, in the pool of blood, the scarred eyes slowly opened, revealing golden pupils. They resembled burning suns.

Countless beautiful and alluring illusions flitted across the suffusing fresh blood. Pure white flowers sprouted from the sickly sweet mud, and bloomed. In a flash, the flowers had spread all over. The arms with exposed white bones slowly lifted from the pool of blood, five broken fingers holding the scorching triangle. His flesh and blood that had almost completely been eaten quickly proliferated, the shattered bones healed, and soon, intact arms and hands grew out, but the triangle had disappeared, seemingly integrated into the bones.

In the pool of blood, Charles, who had been reborn from death, stared at the pupils on the sinister face in the huge shadow, and his expression resembled a smile.

It wasn't deliberate, nor was he expressing his emotions.

It was just instinctual.

It was the look of natural scorn and indifference that a monster at the top of the food chain would have when it looked down.

He reached out and tapped like he was hitting the triangle.

Crisp notes reverberated between the heavens and the earth.

It evolved into a majestic movement that swept in all directions, pulling everything into a violent turmoil.

Countless music theories emerged from the finger, and thousands of strands gathered together. From notes, they condensed into combinations of intervals, then music theory was constructed and the movement revealed itself.

In the end, even the vast sky was completely covered by the movement.

In an instant, a power strong enough to stun countless musicians brewed… Construction of music theory over a super vast domain!

Then, the overture of destruction followed closely. Amid continuous loud bangs, all the air, all the aether, and all the power were cruelly extracted and converted into torrents, spraying in all directions. But in the sky, the vacuum descended!

Countless nature interference took place at the same time, and the result of layer-by-layer evolution was the complete repulsion of everything. The horrifying change in air pressure caused the ions in the air to collide, thunder burst forth, and lightning struck. The gases in the air condensed into a viscous liquid and flowed wantonly in the vacuum without restraint, destroying everything within reach.

1812 Overture!

At that very moment, all the survivors cheered and screamed in joy, ”1812 Overture!”

The discontinued legacy of the saint had descended upon the world once more.

It brought wonders to the battlefield.

No... Miracles!