There were countless incredible situations on the battlefield. As an experienced warrior, he had the ability to forcibly stabilize his emotions. Unfortunately, all his calmness today was spent on Jesse Dylan.
Jesse Dylan confided in the truth, completely revealing his true emotions for the first time.
The supreme guide that people admire, the âZenniâ with a long white beard and the appearance of a serious old man, didnât exist. However, as a believer, Adrianâs heart was filled with relief and liberation.
His belief that was identified as âdeviating from the right pathâ, the strong fortress with only one stone brick missing, finally became complete in the absurdity of the facts.
For the first time in his life, Adrian was satisfied with the fact that he was âborn into this worldââ As he wished, the world wasnât absolutely chaotic and ruthless. In a sense, the existence of Jesse Dylan made it a lot more romantic.
Those mischievous jokes, those provocative statements, and those specious behaviors suspected of secretly guiding Tumbleweed all had explanations.
Simply as âZenniâ, he was already satisfied at this moment. Originally, what he had was distant, unrequited feelings, and nothing more.
But he looked at the beautiful blue eyes of the behemoth with a slight confusion, and he always had the urge to touch it.
Adrian couldnât analyze this subtle emotionâ Not exclusive desire, not admiration, not closeness out of gratitude. He was aware of his own transience, of the otherâs antiquity, and the world they were looking at was fundamentally different.
Yet the sight of his Godâs taut, shaggy face, chastened chin resting on the table, Adrian found that the previous soft emotions were still there, not broken along with his previous heart.
It was mixed with laughter, helplessness, peace and satisfaction, as well as the expectation of wanting to continue watching.
Whether warm or absurd, unpleasant or joyful. The emotionally drenched memories turned into a light and soft net that held his entire heart in placeâ After all these days of entanglement, was he still really a âsimple believerâ?
The former Knight of Judgementâs face was calm, and he pressed his right hand on his chest relatively naturally. The miraculously resuscitated heart was beating vigorously, a little too fast.
But before he could fully figure out the definition of this relationship, another one exploded, as if a bomb had detonated.
âHe is what you call the âDemon Kingâ⌠and to this day, I still love him.â For his own question, Oliver Ramon gave such an answer.
Adrian moved his gaze away from his head resting on the round table, as quiet as a specimen-like beast-shaped god, and subconsciously pinched his brows. Unexpectedly, it made sense. If Mr. Light was just an ordinary superior demon, there would be no reason for him to follow them for so long.
If Nemo Light was the new generationâŚ
But Oliver didnât end the topic there.
âNemo is the Demon King, the only Demon King. Every generation of Demon King killed by the previous expedition from the surface was just⌠a small piece of Nemoâs flesh. Not his original body.â
The handsome and depressed young man turned the teacup in his hand uncomfortably, looked in Annâs direction apologetically, and continued to speak out crazy words with his mouth.
âJust like Bagelmaurus here, it is just the flesh that carries its ontological consciousness. The corowen flat snake, which is its body, is now unconscious and is sleeping in the depths of the Abyssâ The same is true of the Demon King.â
Adrian crossed his fingers and frowned. The last joking expression on Annâs face disappeared, she hugged her arms and bit her lower lip.
No one else asked a jokingly rhetorical question, and no one even made another sound. The two veteran warriors of Tumbleweed simply cast their emotionally drained eyes over to him, gesturing for him to continue.
âThatâs why Nemo was able to see through Dylanâs identity and told me. In fact, he⌠after he discovered this, his first reaction was to tell you. I stopped him, and the fundamental problem with this matter lies with me.â
Oliver squeezed the delicate handle of the teacup tightly.
He had no reservations, from when Nemo began to suspect that he was the Demon King, to when Nemo sacrificed himself to send the reconnaissance team out of the explosion of the destruction array. Oliver told everything in full, his voice was smooth, and his narration was skillful and organized.
As if he recalled it millions of times.
ââŚI can understand that.â
While Oliver picked up the teacup and moistened his throat with cold tea, Adrian spoke. He tried to digest the information that had just entered his brain, and they gave him a headache like a blade poking into his headâ Just bearing the identity of Jesse Dylan, his thinking was already struggling on the edge of chaos.
âIf you inform me of this in advance, I must report it to the Holy Church. Assuming that Mr. Light is really the Demon King I know, he canât be stopped by just one person. Even if the person of prophecy really appearsâŚâ
Having said that, he frowned and looked at Oliver.
Ann didnât speak. She was expressionless, and the fingers of her right hand holding her arm gently tapped her upper arm.
âHe didnât lie about Nemo Light,â Jesse finally spoke. âAlso, you two, more or less, have caught on, right? Guided by the âkingâ, blessed by the âgodsâ, following the âstarâ lightâ Now all three of us are at this table. Mr. Ramon is the man the Laddism Church has been looking for.â
Then the beast licked his nose.
ââŚI should have said that. But I donât want to give you false hopeâ Everyone remembers the Bluebirds of Vincent Town, and the prophecy can be rewritten.â
Oliver suddenly raised his face. âFalse hope?â
âYou see, until now, you havenât had the heart to tell them the reality. Let me do it, donât talk about our dear leader now, even I am not Mr. Lightâs opponent.â
âFalse hope⌠Because the prophecy may only be aimed at the Demon King who is a âfleshâ, does it not include the body of the Demon King?â Ann asked with a stoic expression, her tone was as if she was engaged in a real negotiation. âI want to know the details.â
The female warrior no longer showed all her emotions carelessly. At the moment, her sharp temperament had been absorbed, and Oliver couldnât see her feelings at the moment.
âWait.â Oliver stretched out a hand and interrupted Annâs questioning.
âNext I want to say a very important thing. Regarding Nemoâs ontology, personally, I donât want you to know. Iâm just here to tell the truth, thatâs enough. We may be able to skip this topic.â
The icy-blue beast pupil turned around and looked at him with interest.
âYou know who Jesse isâ Itâs enough to know that you have fought with God,â he repeated.
âI want to understand, no matter what it is.â Ann insisted, âOliver, I can probably guess your concern. It was because of this that your father lost his fighting spirit, right? But I think⌠no, I need to know.â
Then she turned to Adrianâs direction. âCross, this is my personal problem. I donât want to involve you; you can avoid it.â
The knight commander didnât move, he sat quietly in his position, not looking like he was going to get up.
Ann moved her eyebrows and turned to Jesseâs direction again. She cleared her throat, raised her chin, and her tone was neither humble nor overbearing. âTo be honest, personally, Iâm not that curious. I donât want to know the true appearance of the Demon King at allâ But now I need to be responsible for the people in this land. Even if we are all just, um, humble people.â
âPlease tell me, Jesse Dylan,â she insisted on not calling him âZenniâ with a little harden pride.
This time, Oliver didnât try to stop Jesse from speaking again.
âLand? Under the rock formation of more than two dozen kilometers, his body is there.â
Seeing that Oliver was unresponsive, Jesse shook his fluffy tail and continued the interrupted topic, without the usual schadenfreude in his voice.
âYou and your subjects are stepping on his body, Miss Savage.â
Godâs explanation was quite simple, and Jesse directly displayed part of the information in the air.
In the illusion, the white monster curled up tightly, not as quiet as a living thing. Several wide wings cover the back, like petals covering a flower bud, with an inorganic beauty. At this size, the soil layer covering it was almost too thin to be visible, and the entire surface was like a colorful sheet of sugar paper.
Oliver noticed the obvious differenceâ Different from what he had seen. In the picture shown to the two of them, Jesse Dylan hid his physical appearance.
For the next half hour, the meeting was deadlocked.
Adrian Cross stared into the void, obviously lost in thought and Ann still didnât show the slightest emotion. She just turned her head sideways and looked through the large window of the conference room to the golden leaves swaying and flashing in the wind outside the window.
The two veteran warriors didnât scream or collapse. The two of them were just mixed with a little ash-like silence in their temperament, and their bodies were motionless like stone carvings.
Jesse glanced at the knight commander in front of him a few times, and his tail swayed even more anxiously.
Oliver didnât say a word anymore. He held the teacup that had already been emptied and waited quietly for his companion to come back to their senses.
He knew the possible psychology of his companions. They all thought that what they saw of the world was all that they had seen.
The sky wouldnât fall, and the earth wouldnât crack. People had inexplicable self-confidence and believed that they could get through each day as they deserve. Most of the things to worry about were wars and epidemics. As for those earth-shaking, apocalyptic disasters, they only existed in the absurd stories of the bards.
They firmly believe that they would die in an ordinary way, and they rarely really thought about the crimes they had committed.
But reality would not cease to exist because people chose not to see it. The monster he loved had been curled up under the ground for billions of years, and he had only just learned this a few days ago before he even had enough time to collect his thoughts and stepped onto the surface.
Children ran by laughing in front of him; vendors drove carriages, worried about business; young people kissed behind the bushes and hugged each other carefree, but he looked at the land under his feet, wondering if the world would be doomed in the next second.
The ignorant are fearless, but those who didnât understand fear may live more safely and happily.
How cruel.
Seeing that the time was about half an hour, and the silence was spreading indefinitely, Jesse took the lead in speaking.
âMr. Light is not the first Pillar of the World I have ever seen. To be precise, he is the second one. Oliver Ramon, I have seen a very similar situation, but last time, the âGod of Natureâ who was born unexpectedly like you didnât have the slightest love for the Pillar of the World.â
The white beast habitually showed its fangs, but then he seemed to think of something, and immediately retracted his teeth, looking a little uncomfortable.
âThen what?â Oliver snapped the teacup in his hand, but the fragments failed to scratch him.
âUnlike the cautious Mr. Light, the Pillar of the World once slept for so long that it failed to find that the life that broke the upper limit of power had appeared. You should know by now that as a true kindred spirit of the worldâ If you want, your utilization rate of power will be dozens of times higher than that of Light and myself. The same was true of that âGod of Natureâ.â
Jesseâs voice was cold and calm.
âThat newborn âGodâ couldnât wait to become stronger, and then discovered the truth of the world like you. He was frightened and desperately extracted the power of life on the surface, trying to kill the Pillar of the World that was still sleeping as soon as possible to ensure that the world would last for a long time. Ah, the âsurfaceâ over there regarded him as a hero and the last hope.â
Oliver clenched the fragments in his hand unconsciously. Adrian was still thinking, but Annâs gaze retracted from the window and turned to the side again.
âHe did succeed, diving from the surface for several years to set it up. The newborn God completed a spell destructive enough like a potent poison. Something like a drug. Under the gaze of all those with power of the surface, he activated the spellâ And that spell hurt the Pillar of the World.â
Jesse narrowed his eyes.
âIt woke up, writhed in pain, and twitched for a long time before it died. Long enough to completely crumble the thin layer of rock on its body to powder.â
ââŚâŚâ
âYes, that world was destroyed, so as a spectator, I had to leave that huge corpse and look for the next world suitable for survival. This time I was supposed to watch from the sidelines until the end.â
The long white tail intentionally swept over the direction where the knight commander was.
âAs someone who has been here, let me give you a piece of advice, Oliver Ramon. You donât want to hurt the Pillars of the World underground, but you also want to ensure the peace of the surface, right? What a greedy guy.â
âIf you really want both, then donât continue to become stronger, donât continue to fight, and donât develop your dependents. Now it seems that with the Pillar of the World possessing all the memories of Nemo Light, you still have a bit of hopeâ At least in Lightâs memory, your image has always been restrained and gentle. Donât spoil this information.â
âIf, just if, the one underground still has a little bit of logic close to feelings, he might look at that memory and not immediately regard you as a threat. Your best choice is to âdo nothingâ.â
Oliver clenched his fists, the fragments in his palm finally stung him, and the bright red liquid slowly oozed out along the gap in his fist.
ââŚIf you are willing to give up everything for the so-called âtrue loveâ, you will not be here now to have a meeting with your team members. You should have rushed to the bottom of the Abyss regardless of it and confirmed Mr. Lightâs situation.â
Seeing that the other party didnât answer, the god on the surface added mercilessly.
âYou know very well in your heart, Mr. Ramonâ You know the fact that âNemo Light is probably goneâ.â
âNo.â
Oliver squeezed the fine porcelain pieces out of the wound one by one and opened his mouth firmly.
âBecause I promised Nemo that if he really wants to destroy the surface, I will kill him. You are right, Dylan. I want to rush to there right away, I want to say, âI believe my Nemo must still be thereâ⌠I still believe so.â
âTrust is a good thing, but reality will not respond to my wishful trust.â The leader of Tumbleweed looked at the old scars on his hand that had already healed. Those were the scars left to him by the Withered Castle that he stubbornly kept.
âSince I made a promise to himâ Thereâs no point in shouting trust at this time. Itâs my obligation to consider the worst possibility.â
This is no longer a matter between him and Nemo. Whether he wanted it or not, the âworldâ has become a bargaining chip. This chip was too heavy, and it made his heart ache.
He couldnât even abandon himself easily and escape from this game.
Just as he had dreamed when he was a child, he eventually became a âHeroâ who could influence the world, but this made him so painful that he couldnât breathe.
âWith all due respect, whether you admit it or not, now you and the âDemon Kingâ are playing a game. The worst part is that you canât see your opponentâs chess pieces. You can only feel what you have lost on your side.â
Jesse wagged his tail harder, obviously not satisfied with Oliverâs answer.
âIf you choose to âbecome strongerâ, strong enough to kill your opponent, you must plunder a lot of power from the Demon King. The Pillar of the World will be aware of this plunderâ Guess how he will respond? Let me tell you, once he recognizes you as a real threat, he will immediately rush to the sun.â
âTake a step back. Thereâs really a miracle happening, Nemo Lightâs feelings are still there, guess how he will react? As I said before, he probably needs to choose between âOliver Ramonâ and âOther Life on the surfaceââ If he thinks you are going to attack him, and heâs not sure that you can kill him with one blow, in order to maintain the existing civilization on the surface, heâll request to have a deathmatch with you.â
The white behemoth specially emphasized the pronunciation of âmiracleâ.
âOf course, of course. If you want, itâs okay for one party to take the lead in giving up their life, but that is probably not the ending that the two want. Let me say it again, Mr. Ramon. The current calm is a good thing. Your best choice is to âdo nothingâ, and then pray that the Pillar of the World will ignore your existence.â
Oliver was silent for a long time this time.
âI canât pray.â
A few minutes later, he replied thus.
ââŚI wonât use death to escape.â
Adrian raised his head and stared at Oliver steadily. Ann sighed for a long time. âDo you have any ideas, captain?â
âNot yet.â Oliver stood up, walked in front of Jesse, and looked directly at the blue beast pupils. âBut I will think of it.â
âI only know one thing, and that is that I am not strong enough to fulfill my promise. A simple questionâ At present, Iâm the only one who has the potential to kill him and end the possibility of destruction, right?â
âYes.â
âVery good.â Oliver touched the hilt of the Rest in Peace with his right hand. âThen there is only one choice for meâ In any case, I need to become stronger. Jesse Dylan, I need your help.â
The white behemoth finally lifted his chin from the round table. He twitched his nose and thought for ten minutes.
âYes, but you might be killed by me first,â the beast said carelessly, âEven so, are you willing?â
âYes.â
The author has something to say:
In fact, this is not a question of simply rushing down to save Nemo. _(:âââ )_
The information between them is transparent~ If Ollie isnât strong enough, he may be killed by the Demon King just by looking at the situation (.
Naïve trust⌠He has already fallen once, and this time the price is too high.