King of Shadows

"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to start with a basic skeleton."

"Is there anything you're saying that's missing?"

"Yes, to be precise, Estee's songs do not steal wisdom and intelligence. It's a technique that breaks the spirit of the target so that wisdom and intelligence don't form."

The result was the same, but the process was different. If the former meant complete extinction, the latter meant complete decomposition. It was a plot to find out why Azatos' spirit did not perish, but became a trace.

But that wasn't the answer Chris wanted. The answer he wanted to hear was why he killed Tegos and what Ran Tegos said.

Chris's attitude towards the slander was strained.

"So what are you saying?"

"He wasn't the only one left. There is one more. Because Estee's songs were written from the beginning to counter its existence."

That's when Chris realized who Slander was talking about. The source of life. The beginning and the end. Its existence was the starting point for splitting cosmic identities in two.

"Ubo Satla..."

Nobody knew where Ubo Satla was. It was only vaguely said that he was rich in dimensional gaps, deprived of wisdom and intelligence.

"I see. I know exactly what you want to say. You're not saying Ubo Satla's gone mad, you're saying he was torn like Azatos?"

"That's right."

"It can't be..."

For a moment, Chris shut up. There was tension in my body that I felt like I had met a natural enemy in a place I had no idea of. My back is cooler and my neck is stiff. Slander, excited by Chris's reaction, persuades him.

"What are you waiting for? Your expectations are correct."

"Ha, that sounds trivial. It's funny, isn't it? You're the one who convinced me to be part of Azatos' trail... and now I'm part of Ubo Satlla's trail? Do you think that makes sense?"

"It doesn't have to be. Did I ever tell you that I was a trace of my father? For once?"

Slander shrugs as if it wasn't funny. He denies Chris' words with all his might. Chris stands up, despised by Slander's ridicule.

Regrettably, the thought that came up to my neck did not come out of my mouth. It's because as Slander has said, he has never discussed it directly. I only smiled acceptably or meaningfully while hiding. It was all to use the nondirective metaphor.

Why did I firmly believe myself to be a trace of Azatos? Chris gives you a headache and looks at the slander.

"How do you explain me being chosen as the Seeker?"

"It was also coincidence that the ancient gods found traces of my father. They will recognize it as their father, even if they see other traces of existence. Do you really think it's possible to distinguish?"

"Even if it's true, how do you tell the difference?"

"No one has stood by my father as long as I have. Do you think I can't tell the difference between being a father and not being one?"

"What happened to the story Alto told you? So she's lying, too?"

"You must know that Alto, who explained the situation to you, is me, right?"

I laughed because it was ridiculous. I was so angry that I didn't know if the rest of me were angry. Everything was a fabricated story. It was playing from beginning to end in Slander's hands. After forgetting what to say, Chris settles down.

"I was a bit nervous at first, too. But I could tell by the way you swallowed the aphoss."

"... would I be dead if I wasn't a sign of Ubo Satlla?"

"Of course not. Abhors acknowledged that you were a sign of Ubo Satlla. If it weren't for that, you'd be dead a long time ago."

"That wasn't even a favor anymore."

When I think about it, it was so obvious. I could not give up my existence like Abhors for nothing. The one who had lost wisdom and intelligence was the one who actually reached the God of outer space.

"It's too late to notice."

It was also destiny that Chris swallowed the aphoss. Growing up with the power of Abhors as a platform, it was a trick only Chris, who inherited Ubo Satlla's mark. It was no exaggeration that Aphoss volunteered his strength.

Chris bursts into resilience that everything was a well-woven glide. A feeling of devastation and helplessness permeated my heart. In any way, he was going to come here now.

"You may think you're something else, but I think you're just a whirlwind. because they're groaning that it's hard to climb up the mountain using the trail of a giant, sacred being."

The assessment of the unmasked slanders was not surprising. Chaos and chaos. A disorderly disposition unfolds over your face. Joy and sadness. Joy and despair. Good and evil. It is a cloudy aura from which the contradictory concepts are mixed and mixed.

"If you hadn't inherited Ubo Satlla's mark, to be honest, I would have killed you long ago. You're so useless. Even though we invested so much, we're still so weak."

That said, the thin thread that connects Chris' reason and emotion was snapped. Chris was proud of his strength. I chose to be reborn so that I could have more power in my hands.

Vengeance is leading him now, but it was undeniable that there was endless improvement underneath.

Keeping his mouth shut, Chris punches Slander in the jaw. Only after seeing his face twist in an odd direction did Chris calm down.

"My efforts and will are not low enough for you to disparage, Slander."

"You'll get one, but you won't get another."

Looking at the face of the tranquil slander, Chris vomits a harsh breath. There was no way to control the boiling emotions.

"Why the hell are you telling me this?"

"Why did I teach you the truth? Because you can't get out of my hands now."

"Do you really think so?"

Chris was growing beyond his limits. It was never out of Slander's hands.

"... I won't forget this. I'll pay you back slowly later."

"You want to stay away from me? I'm sure you know. Without me, you're nothing. If you leave now, all you'll get in this vast universe is the title of a strong young child."

Chris ignores Slander's words. In the beginning, the deal was made because Alto betrayed him. But even that betrayal was the result of Slander's intent. Chris couldn't trust anyone, not Slander.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Our deal ends here."

Slander looks back at Chris and smiles madly. Chris stopped and looked at him for a moment because he was smiling so loudly. Slander's eyes meet Chris.

"What happens if you spread rumors about the signs of Ubo Satlla all over the universe? How will the other beings see you?"

The gods of the ancient gods and earth stood up with their heavy asses, not to mention the evil gods and envoys.

The feelings they had for Azatos were nothing short of admiration and respect. But Ubo Satlla was different. To them, Ubo Satlla was a worthy opponent. Ubo Satlla, who had swallowed up many universes, was no more or less a public enemy. There was no place for Chris to run away from something that could never be forgiven.

As he approaches Chris, Slander taps him on the cheek.

"So why dig? I feel bad about the unexpected variables coming out. As long as it's like this, I'll have your freedom. I feel comfortable if I reduce any of the variables."

"Begone... ugh, ugh?"

Chris sat down. His body becomes as heavy as lead, and he collapses without pity. Slander stepped on Chris' head, declaring it fair and square.

"Isn't that great? Because you wanted the truth, and I wanted your freedom. Where else could there be such a fair trade? Think of it as an equal exchange of truth and freedom. Wouldn't that make you feel better?"

"Damn, I... I kill you, too. I'll kill them and you, too!"

"I hope that's all you can say about meaningless nonsense."

Slander smiles joyfully. This is what he wanted from the beginning. The strength was clear, but there was no reason to bow down. Chris had to be under him in the first place.

"Chris, bark like a dog."

Chris clenches his fist so tightly that his arm twists, he stares at the slander. From this point on, their relationship began to twist gradually.

/530

When she arrived at the White House with Alto, she sighed. It was because Melgiven, the 49th president of the United States, was determined to do so. Slander's research suggests that another disaster could be summoned. He only adds to his doubts. Despite mentioning Project Zero, Melkiven's intentions remained. Rather, Melkiven tells the story of Kembell.

"I never thought I'd hear such news in the 21st century."

Melgiven was truly saddened by Kembell's death. It was as if an old friend had died. There were not many people who interacted with him.

"Didn't you hear about the scattering scales?"

"Are you offering an unproven tool? Maybe there's another dimension to it. How do I know you didn't forge it? If he really was guilty, he should have confessed himself here."

Sihyun was tired of looking at Melkiven. Investigating what happened here in Zephyros did not reveal the truth. It was going to be a mess.

"I doubt the story of Slander, to be honest. You didn't do this, did you?"

There have been many talks about the disappearance of Slander in the United States. We were talking about disappearance, incarceration, and murder. The problem was that it evaporated without any trace.

"We have a lot more to take in. You know that. The King of Shadows. Should I say Han Si-hyun?"

Melgiven could be sure. Sihyun will take a step back from here. Sihyun was a communicative person. No, it was a conscientious nature. Even though he had that much power, all he did was defend himself. He didn't want more friction than he needed. Melkiven was confident because they were all the results of his study of the test. But his predictions were off the charts.

Melgiven frowned as he corrected his posture. It was because even his eyes, not his power, could see the power of his demonstration.

"What is that behavior? Is this a challenge to America?"

"I wonder when you became an American."

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