Tower of Karma

William was smiling. A man standing in the heart of a burning red lotus, a monster who inherited his own blood, raised himself and completed the world. He also had a soft grin in the Red Lotus. As if this place were paradise. That can't be right. Because this is definitely hell and he can't possibly think it's beautiful.

He liked beautiful things. So did the rational things, who loved nature, a warm, unclean space. It was such a childhood. People's sexual roots do not change easily. No matter how great despair precedes you or what skin you wear to call madness, it's what you really are underneath.

Twisting himself, deceiving him, he is wearing a smiling mask. The scenery shown there will be as different as the sun and the moon, but still the two masks are the same thing. Tools to fool yourself, the world.

"Do you laugh when you see this sight"

"Just as my father is."

It's because they're two people who share the same thing that I know so that the stuff underneath takes it. Death fights so far are the story of parents and children, and before this, death is waiting for us. We talked fully. It was a time of no more bliss for both.

That's why we have to end it.

"I got my sight. Next, I'll finish it."

Alfred took the position of being together. Finish next. Strike a special hit and hint at what you've decided to do to your heart. I guess I made up my mind. I guess I could have made a wish to accomplish by ghosting my heart and dedicating those I love to the world.

I traveled a different path from myself and arrived at the same conclusion as myself.

This world is not equal.

Some fill their glasses with grapes, while others soak in muddy water, which has been trampled upon many times. Some wear warm fur, while others wear thin fur.

The world is not happy.

At the moment of birth, a person falls into an unequal sea. The rich, the poor, the noble, the farmer, the slave. I was born into slavery, but at the end of the day, crawling up is not good up there.

The world is cruel.

Someone's happiness is someone's unhappiness. Around a certain amount of resources [resources], people fight, take, kill. To live is to dance on a corpse. Crazy, eat, offend, kill.

This world is hell.

The world is too poor to be happy with everything, and too many things are missing. Then we have to expand our resources. A world where even the royal nobility does not satisfy their desires and contends with each other, if it is man who satisfies many and still lacks them, let us satisfy them even more. Until the vessel that says man is overflowing, until the giant vessel called the world is ripped off. Push everywhere. That is the person.

If the world is not equal, if the world is not happy, if it is cruel, if it is hell, let us aim for true equality that lies ahead of everything that overflows the light that even smears malice.

That's the true Arcadia.

I don't care how dirty these hands are for that. I don't care how much it hurts. 'Cause I can't forgive you. An imperfect world, etc. There is no convincing answer as to why God, who created such a beautiful, ambitious and magnificent world, created such an unfinished world, created man. Tears flowing in God's mischief, there is a tide of blood.

Isn't that hard to forgive?

Therefore we transcend God as our guide. If God does not give, he grabs perfection with his own hands. Tears flowing for it, blood tide, to trample the corpse to Arcadia.

The two inherit the king who guides the world today.

Alfred's hand spread the candlestick fire to the body, and the measures of darkness and obstruction prepared by William were nursed. Instead he would have sealed his deep breath by a smoke spray. Throw something away to get something. I dumped my breath instead of my vision.

"It doesn't make sense to overlap words now, does it? Come on, it's time to settle."

That's King's Road again, too. You should do anything to win. Don't let the king lose. The king loses means the country loses. The loss of the country means the people lose their stopover.

If a champion is going to be a new guide, there's no way to do that either - if not, you have to use any hand to correct the wrong existence.

Sometimes you get your own hands dirty.

"I will be king."

Luckily William proceeded with his steps. This is what a king says, while he speaks all over himself. The bright white clothes are bloody and blackened. A completely different shade from the crimson of the cloak. This is the figure of the king who has crossed Shura's path.

The figure of a man standing alone on a corpse.

Alfred dropped his hips in tears.

I can just shake it and put everything where it is.

"The usurper. With whom do you get the rest!? A hero who made himself king of Arcadia, the reigning kingdom, and ended his days as a barbarian. You think you're gonna beat me? Hundreds of years early, kid!

Now, in front of Alfred, there was a huge tower of bodies piled up uninterrupted. One king at its apex. The more dazzling, the more nauseating, the sight was off track. This is what he built up.

And that's what drives him.

But I'm not standing in this place to the point of butting into it. Keeping the trembling heart down, the frightening soul, Alfred wears the king's mask. After the finals of Olumpia, we put everything we put to rest so far here.

It was all on the journey so far. Good or bad, I've seen a lot. I've seen a lot of this Laurencia, too, jumping over Laurencia. There was a beautiful world. I had a sight to impress. And there was a sadder reality than that.

"The rest is absolutely indestructible. I'm the strongest man in the world right now."

Such a sad smile must be denied. Smiles are beautiful, so people laugh. I stand to erase such a sad sight, with a thirsty grin to delude a hard and painful reality.

The world should be beautiful, that is the belief of the next king.

"... will exceed"

I am also prepared to go far from beauty myself for this.

King's gold. An overwhelming brilliance rises from his body. Without breathing or concentrating, motions stained with the body can be released without starch. 'Point', push it off with a spec difference, even if you may miss the extreme timing.

That would be appropriate for me right now.

The Golden King's Road was there.

(This is you. It's a terrific thing. Breathe, tie your moves, and this strength. The monsters who focus exclusively on the martial arts can't reach them, but as kings, they are a breaking force. Well, I polished it up so far. That's why I'm not too clueless. I bet everything I've ever had, because it doesn't make sense if you go beyond me)

Just as Alfred cowered on William's royal path, so too was William's thought that his feet would shudder in front of the golden royal road. So much so that my son became mighty. Using every measure, tie the strength of the opponent to each other.

Mutual by ourselves who have made death present and exceeded our limits.

Even if the vessel can't stand it, it can cross with monsters who are extremely fierce with martial arts. I'm not the same person who gave up fighting them and took another thorough and culminating path. Real talent. William thinks again that there was no mistake as the king's vessel.

Even if it conflicts with your feelings...

William flashed his cape and slowly entered into mutual agreement. On both sides, the intervals are the same than the sword used is exactly equal in length and the back length is similar. Take the arrangement of living together and combine it with living together. It looks like the same structure, but the path followed by each other makes only a slight difference. It doesn't turn out the same.

A lot of silence. Time had stopped only between us in the shaking flames.

Fantastic flames. Something passes next to William in it. My inner mockery that they, lying at their own feet as torso, may have come to see their own end, but the two of them, the shadow of a person holding hands, shake their hearts.

The man who took his own name and the woman who was deprived of his best love by it.

It should be hated. Whatever path lies ahead, they have a right to hate, a duty. And yet why do they, all of them, look like that? Look at those eyes as if, enough is enough - William inspires himself.

A phantom conceived by a mind that wants to be forgiven. Don't let that swallow you. Your sins will not disappear until you are dead. It is our duty to continue to atone for the immortality.

(I... William Lewis. It's the man who took everything and took it to the top!

A blow that exonerates itself. Sword moves reached ahead of you that devoured every martial arts and stuck the best for you. Its representative, the dwelling, rushes. The fastest possible, sword elevated to the limits of the vessel without further ado. demonstrated its supremacy. Surprisingly complete, even myself.

As a king, a sword was there that was not ashamed as a parent.

Alfred later releases his presence as the opponent moves. A blow to Lucitania's true history. The degree of completeness that is usually unreachable. Alfred was almost completely imitating William's presence in the first place. It is the sword of Ray, who has obtained authenticity beyond that.

A sword that can't overlap if it's supposed to. But William, in the earthen pit, showed a moment of brilliance here, the moment the candle flames faded away. Almost identical; however, that was also within the assumptions for Alfred. If we meet each other, we win by force.

(Yes, you think!? Don't lick me!

Overturn that assumption. In the blink of an eye, even more William burned. Burn yourself, burn your own cause, take the last and best blow of putting your own life on board.

At the moment of contact, Alfred's eyes were opened. That goes beyond assumptions, the definitive proof left that William Lewius has even surpassed this genius.

(Phew, come here, I, more than the throne, have built up this martial arts -)

Alfred will also open further in the earthen pit. I don't need tomorrow anymore. All you have to do is lift your arms and grab the victory, and you'll unleash a red with all your strength.

The pressing of the moment. The will and the will of each other collide.

Obsession with victory. They were, after all, parents and children.

But fate leads them to the end.

"... karma, or"

A broken sword dances. The famous sword, which had never spilled a blade before, broke as if it had embraced heavenly destiny.

The remaining sword is alive and well. The obsession of the man who rebounded it divided the light and darkness here and now.

'William' smiles sadly in flames. His voice did not reach this way, but still somehow received meaning in the form of a mouth.

"Good day, another me."

William snorted. I saw an elusive illusion.

Blood tides dance. Red blood enters my eyes. People's blood is still red. Neither myself nor others had a difference in blood color. Let's recognise that we are the same creature, and still be.

Difficult obsession to the end. Dark emotions that never disappeared after reaching this point. That day, they told me it wasn't a person. I was told it was a different creature. Thinking about it, maybe he was fighting to deny those words himself.

I've even forgotten who I told you about.

William quietly bowed to his knees. staring at the blood flowing out of itself.

"Father, go."

I finally come to my senses when I see my son who meets the limits of patience and endures still desperately crying.

"Over, huh?"

your own death. It was not a disease, it was not a life expectancy, and it was capable of a meaningful death.

This is where the inheritance came in.