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would come next, with humanity being no exception to that statement. So when these beings fir

ods, and the best explanation is that, just like that, those thoughts turned into a place where rivers of souls and consciousnesses flowed incessantly. Countless souls of countless creatures, so

ng to bear Life. Long rivers flowed. What flowed was not water however. After all Water, was also, in a way, the source of life, no water would be able to flow in a world of death. Countless b

those rivers... Were the infamous Yello

ad no bodies, thus of course they also shouldn't have eyes to see. And yet, 'He' could see, meaning that his existence was not that of a soul... 'He' was something else! At the

t. 'He' did not and had never existed, nor would he ever, even in a far future. Although something should have made him suspicious then, as 'He' was clearly not 'Nothing', the s

n his mind showed no sign of going away. 'He' noticed the passage of time, but 'He' didn't

finally reach

or it was just so bright! It had appeared suddenly, a dazzling Light in the Dark... And it was such Light that would then proceed to dispel all the Shadows! With a flash, hazy memories th

s, 'He' finally remembered

ed to never reincarnate nor pass on, cursed to watch the starless sky until the end of time... 'He' should have died back then,

a life that was much more of a

t spark of light, ev

any time 'He' wanted... Unfortunately, that darkness in his head had not allowed that, as it had taken away his consciousness, the knowledg

s, 'He' finally remembered

ad challenged the Heavens! 'He' was the one whom

s more and more shadows could only struggle for

sted, a thousand ye

ears 'He' wo

hat time, 'He' finally remembere

that his mind insisted wa

t his vocal chords shouldn't exist... Because they didn'

k of golden light in his hands... And yet, back then, hadn't the presence ins

tent' mouth and throat had even

! As for why, the Logic 'He' had ju

be able to do anything. Thus, if 'He'

therefore

ing couldn't be thought as existing unless it 'did' something, and th

ment, that this fake image of Death couldn't hold him anymore. After a full one thousand years of blankly staring at the starless sky, the stars reappeared and then 'He

his ears. The air, so still in the underworld, now even brushed in waves nonstop against

alone a weapon, as it was simply that smooth. But then, 'He' smiled. 'He'?had always liked a challenge. And hadn't 'He' always been lowly anyways? The golden light pill that 'He' had swallowed let out a feeling of warmth from his stomach. The warmth comforted

istance, the vague outline of a burning village could be discerned. Although 'He' felt pain from inhaling smoke, 'He' still laughed. Long black hair fluttered in the night wind and the gaze of th

..

the starry sky, a small mouth opened

ave ret

.

he 'past him' had lived for about eight years was being slowly eaten away by crimson flames. The few valuable things the villagers had managed to gather during their

headed towards the only part in the village that had yet to burn down: here, the houses hadn't been built with wood; instead, all the buildings were made out of stone. Although this may have saved many villagers from the fire, it would not save them from the biggest threat: the bandits! At the moment, do

andits' raid: the major's mansion. As for why he was heading there... it was definitely not to seek protection. He walked up to the town plaza and no one seemed to notice him. It didn't matter if it was a bandit looting a house, a rogue raping a woman or one o

thing even scarier come in their place? Finally, after a few minutes, one of the bravest hunters in the village stepped out of the safe haven that was the major's mansion. People waited the news anxiously and every second that passed seemed to last hours. After ten minutes, the

ds are still grinning, as if they still haven't realized that they are dead..." Although he had managed to speak, the o

ead as if he couldn't believe those words he was about to speak himself. "It was... a boy. No more than eight years old. He was completely naked, without a single speck of clothing on his person, not even shoes. But

. "When I stepped into the plaza, I didn't make any noise, you see? And y

or attack. 'Uncle, what is my name?' He had asked instead. When I heard the small voice, I edged closer and closer... Maybe

claimed as the couple glanced at him with horror. "But his eyes were totally different! The warm and kind eyes of Little Hao were instead ruthless, cold, as if he hadn't just

the corner, the two people, a man and a woman, trembled. The man was called Cheng Fen, the w

hild, your name is Cheng Hao, you are this town major's son', I told him." The man shook his head "Little Hao seemed to ponder for a while. Of

name to repay him! Oh, and thank you for telling me, Uncle! These dead bandits are my way to thank you and the village of everything you have done for the other me up to today!'" The old hunter fell silent as he downed more and more liquor. He had

child of his that couldn't hurt a fly? How could he not be surprised when he found out that the one person that had cleared the village of the bandit

." He lifted his head towards Cheng Fen and his wife