Chapter 1505 1505: Monolith of Creation

"There's a different matter that brings me worry," Arthur said to the Sovereign of Spirits. "The timeline is different between my world and the higher ones. If I leave to attack the gods, everything I know and love will be lost in the folds of time."

"That's just a trivial matter, is it not?" the Sovereign said with a grin. "You just need to upgrade your world's ranking, and that would be solved. Becoming a Sovereign gives you all kinds of options, similar to the legacy that you've been using."

"There's such a thing?" Arthur said with a frown. "Wait… is this related to what the gods are doing?"

"At least you retained your sharp observation, even if not your precious memories," the Sovereign said, as if reminiscing about a different time and a different Arthur. "The gods are devouring the lower worlds in order to increase their own ranking and authority."

Arthur was silent but suddenly felt a sharp pain that made him double over and fall to the ground. A searing heat was burning through his chest as he looked down at his heart. It pulsed with golden light.

"I guess your time is up," the Sovereign said with a smile. "Remember, Arthur. This is the legacy that you have created, and it will let you compete with the gods. But they have such means of their own, and never underestimate them. With your current powers, you will be defeated every time you go against them."

The words seemed to fade as the surging pain rose another threshold, and Arthur let out a groan as he grabbed his heart. He could tell that this was the legacy integrating into his soul, but he never would have expected such pain.

Before he could ask the Sovereign another important question, his vision blacked out, and Arthur descended into unconsciousness. He found himself still awake but facing a monolith of power.

The monolith was engraved with different runic lines that not even Arthur could decipher. The runic lines changed and moved, releasing a primitive aura that reminded Arthur of creation itself.

Arthur realized that the monolith in front of him was not the same as the legacy he wished to create, but a tool that he needed to use in order to integrate the legacy. He could sense an aura that not only created the world but everything that keeps it intact.

His hand reached out toward the monolith by instinct, and he stood akin to an ant in front of the power of existence. He had underestimated it, as no amount of wrath could shake this beast of power.

Arthur understood that his wrath worked against creation, but if someone understood the power hidden within this monolith, they would force creation against his wrath. If they imbued their attacks with this understanding and concepts, his wrath would do them no harm.

As his hand touched the cool surface, a surge of power and understanding flooded his mind and body. Arthur felt light radiate from his body as concepts unknown to man flashed in his mind. It was the laws of the universe, the same ones that he had inadvertently used as the chains of order.

The light soon faded, and Arthur was left shaken by the visions he had witnessed. Concepts that could not even cross his mind, like the manipulation of time and space, were contained within the visions.

He had witnessed creation and oblivion, life and death, harmony and disorder, and the duality of the universe and himself. Everything was a cycle, connected, no matter how distant one step was from the other.

Arthur saw his own contradiction in the cycle. He was not a paradox but the absolute truth about the world: creation cannot exist without oblivion, light cannot exist without darkness, and life cannot exist without death.

It was as if he had been blind, and he could now see the wonders in everything. He stood in awe of how life rose from nothing, sprouting toward the surface; of how the moon pulled on the waves, creating the tides; of how light reached the most distant land but still cast shadows.

The monolith let out a hum of power, as if bidding farewell, as Arthur found his consciousness once again drifting away. This time, it fell down to the realm of mortals and back into his body.

Reality came with a gasp as Arthur found himself beneath the blue, cloudy sky. The color was so vibrant that Arthur wanted to stare at it for a long time, but he remembered what happened before he passed out.

Arthur jumped from the ground and found himself standing in the middle of a giant prison of ice. It stood several meters high and tens of meters wide. Arthur looked around to find Diana sitting in a meditative pose with a pale face.

"Diana," he called out and saw her eyes flutter open. She looked at him with a mix of surprise and confusion before tears fell from her eyes.

Arthur saw her fly toward him and prepared himself for a hug. However, he was instead struck with the force of a train and was sent flying toward the walls. He crashed and fell to the ground, confused. The attack didn't hurt him one bit, but it came out of nowhere.

A surge of soothing spiritual energy took over his body, repairing internal wounds he didn't think he had. He rubbed his chest, where Diana had struck him, as he looked at his fiancée with confusion.

"What was that for?" he asked but felt guilty despite being the victim here. Her tears still flowed like a river, and he could see her fight back the sobs.

"I hate you, Arthur," she said. "You have no idea how scared I was when I saw your body being shredded to nothing as if you no longer existed. You were nothing but a soul, and I couldn't do anything other than bring you here."

Arthur stared at her with surprise. He looked down at his body, and true enough, it was not his. His skin was flawless, and his scars were gone. In the middle of his chest rested the same ichor that he used to reawaken the legacy, embedded like a crystal.

His hands reached out for every part of his body until he reached his face. He had the same face but a little sharper. Arthur stood in horror as he touched his head and found his hair was gone, together with his eyebrows.

"What the hell happened?" Arthur asked in confusion. In his panic, he forgot that Diana was crying and tried to console her, but she was already wiping away her tears.

"The ichor exploded with power, and your soul seemed to answer. You released ten powerful shockwaves that destroyed the runic dome. The runes are no longer working, and everyone had to evacuate."

"The dome is ruined?" Arthur asked with a gaping mouth. "But how? It's the strongest structure in the world."

"Your spiritual energy seemed to morph the runes, and they turned haywire. A rune that would give you a bucket of water began flooding the dome, and one that teleported one meter of space began teleporting tens of meters."

Arthur nodded in grim understanding. It was the same method he used when fighting against the calamities before. The runes would morph and be signed with Arthur's own signature, making them demand very little mana. It was the same concept as Bonded Artifacts.

"And then," Diana continued, "your body began convulsing as blood and bones scattered. I was quick to bring you here, erect this place, and try to heal you. But nothing worked. You were shredded as if you were being torn by a beast, and I couldn't do a thing."

Arthur couldn't imagine being a witness to a similar thing happening to Diana. It was no wonder that she was out of sorts, even hitting him in anger. It was a traumatic experience unlike anything she had ever gone through before.

Before she could continue, Arthur appeared next to her and hugged her tight. Diana was still trying to hold back the sobs, but the moment he embraced her, she could no longer hold back.

Diana cried for a long time, and Arthur felt a pain unlike anything he had felt before stabbing his heart. He had never seen her so vulnerable and emotional, making him forget that she could bleed just like he did.

She was always calm and reliable, making him trust her with everything without missing a beat. It was the reason that he asked her to oversee his reawakening, but now he regretted it. She was calm, but that changed when he was involved.

Arthur, for the first time, felt an ache in his heart, simply because he loved this woman beyond reasonable limits. He would die, live, and do it all over again for her.

Her sobs grew to sniffles, and her shaking came down to tremors. After she regained her calm, she began telling Arthur about what happened and how he was essentially reborn during his reawakening.

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