810 - Paradise on Earth (1/2)

“Do you see it, little Yezi?” Charles looked down upon the growing paradise. “Soon, everything will be finished. Humanity will be freed from the ravages of the world and welcome eternal peace.”

“And eternal death.” Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes to shut out the final, unrealistic reverie. “I won’t let you succeed, Charles, you should know…”

“Yes, that’s who you are, isn’t it?” Charles smiled. There was a bit of joy and liveliness in that smile. “Your compassion for this world is far greater than mine. No matter how cold it was towards you, no matter how much it saddened you or hurt you, you never gave up hope on it. So, come on. No matter what you do, I won’t blame you.”

Charles waved his hand, generously unlocking the shackles of paradise and making Ye Qingxuan reflect the glow of the Net of Aether.

“Maybe I should isolate you in paradise. But if you find it useful, you’re welcome to use the Holy Cauldron or the Net of Aether or the power of one of the Three Kings. I will fight fairly.”

Charles pulled out the weapon that contained the power of God.

There was no darkness on the blade, and there had never been any pain or madness in it.

It was the salvation of all the world.

A sword of light so pure that humans could hardly imagine it.

Now, the god clenched the sword and announced to Ye Qingxuan, “If you want to stop me, Little Yezi, you are my enemy.”

“Then let me be your enemy.” Ye Qingxuan nodded in the long silence. He stepped in front of the god, and his eyes were as firm as iron.

At that moment the King of Black’s throne, the King of Red’s crown, and the King of Yellow’s scepter appeared above him. Primary, secondary and tertiary administrative privileges were activated, awakening the control core far away in the east and fully activating the Holy Cauldron.

Thousands of times more computing power ran through the torrent of aether. All the power forged by humanity was in Ye Qingxuan’s hands. It turned into a blade that he aimed at the god before him.

“I will stop you, Charles. I will let this world continue to sink into pain. If you have become a god, then let me be the one to kill a god! If your paradise on earth gets in my way, I will completely destroy it.”

After so long, the once close brothers now stood before each other with swords drawn.

This was the final fight.

“Very well.” In the endless light, Charles finally revealed the face of God. The last trace of human weakness had left his eyes. He stepped on an invisible ladder up into the sky.

Majestic carols sounded around the world!

This was the melody of redemption.

The chapter that would save everything.

A song of suffering written for a god!

And at the same time, it was endless power.

It shook the heavens and the earth. It made the nations tremble, the oceans freeze, and even the air was shattered. Just by being in motion it brought disaster and calamity to the world.

Now, the power to judge everything was in his hands.

“And so, with this announcement…” his indifferent voice rang throughout the world, echoing in the ears of all living things. “…paradise begins. The day of renewal has come! I will purify all original sin, destroy all evil, and redeem all the peoples! The path of pain ends here! By my will, eternal silence will descend, and everything will be at peace. This is an eternal paradise…”

“…a paradise on earth!”

In that moment, the god in the sky lifted his sword and let it fall towards the last rebel in the world.

This was a cleansing and a punishment that truly came from God.

It would wipe away the last obstacle and restraint.

It declared the arrival of salvation.

“Paradise?” Ye Qingxuan bowed his head under God’s punishment, and could not help but feel sad. “Charles, what humans wanted…was never paradise.”

Eternal peace, a paradise without worries, a world without pain…

These things never meant anything to humanity.

Because they were never what people wanted.

Humans only lived once.

They lived decades of mediocrity, then after too many difficulties and hardships to count were gone in a moment, having to bid farewell to the cruel world.

They were like drifting phantoms.

No one knew where they came from, and they went nowhere.

They were only a flash of sparks stored in a fragile brain.

Because of this they longed for heaven, longed for redemption, and longed to attach meaning to themselves.

They longed for a soul.

They sought for a flash of great beauty in the mirror of pain thousands of times.

Only in this way could they experience the true feeling of existence.

Only in this way could they prove they were alive.

It was like life had come from the flames.

Life sprung from pain.

It lived in this cold world. It was brought together by hardship, separated by sorrow, and moved forward from the pain towards the future.

Even if the light of dawn was faint.

Even if all that was left was hope.

That was the value of existence.

That was the driving force of human life.

If they lost pain, then everything that was left, even so-called “happiness”, would be meaningless.

From the start, the paradise on earth that would save everyone was nothing more than a dream.

So, Charles…

“I’m sorry.” Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, opened the box and pressed the button that ended everything.

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