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Vile Rabbit-Chapter 116: The last thoughts of a dying miracle. 6. end
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I wasn't innocent either; I too have done hateful things.
I have washed dozens of civilizations
With their own blood, and I have killed so many creatures that the death toll was in the trillions.
I have also had hateful things done to me. There were many times when I was prey; there was this one time when I was captured by an eldritch monster, who forcefully used me both as a living stock and breeding tool the worst thousand years of my life.
Fortunately, I was able to launch a counterattack, where I killed that eldritch being and wiped out my millions of deformed spawns.
As for my son, we had parted ways thousands of years ago. We had a disagreement; he couldn't stand the fact that I killed countless innocents that's what he called them, innocent .
They hadn't done anything to me, he said. "Why don't you just kill their leaders?" he said.
And obviously, I didn't agree with him.
The way I see it, if the leaders of a species wanted to kill me, the entire species should die. Why? Because I didn't want to leave a potential enemy. Who knows if one day one of those trillions became a pathfinder and set out to avenge their dear leaders…
Cut the grass from its roots.
A few years later, I broke through to a higher-level stage, the Martial Sage stage, and my body had evolved.
At this martial sphere, it had turned into a world of its own, but unfortunately, I couldn't store living things inside it. I was now almost unkillable; if my body, will, and inner world weren't destroyed simultaneously, I wouldn't die. I was also able to fold space at this stage.
It was also this very advancement that alerted the gods—nightmarish creatures born of the very things that devoured the vacuum itself: black holes. These creatures lord over the vacuum with ruthless and absolute strength, granting any creature or civilization that showed any inkling of potential to threaten them a fate worse than death.
They were almost untraceable and undetectable; one could be right beside you, and you would never know.
A creature would only have the privilege of gazing up at their hateful, obsidian humanoid , almost
faceless, only an abysmal mouth lined with endless teeth formed.
At
the moment of their death, when it was too late. when they
were trapped inside their hateful domain of despair.
They came to me in droves; I could sense their hunger from worlds away. And before I knew it, I was entrapped in a bloody battle.
I battled, fled, battled, fled, for who knows how long.
I had lost count of the number of times my body and inner world had collapsed and my will fractured.
I lost count of the number of times I was an inch away from embracing death.
Eventually, I advanced to three more stages: Martial Saint, Martial Supreme, and Martial God.
At the Martial God stage, I evolved into a being equal to a god. I had become a herald of hatred itself; my domain of self-hatred drove any creature inside to kill themselves, even the gods.
After.
our first clash caused a god to fall from the heavens, its obsidian blood staining the vacuum.
That gods death triggered the wrath of thousands of gods upon the vacuum. If at first they wanted to kill me,
just to kill me, now they were furious, out for blood, and not just for me; they wanted to wipe out all life in the vacuum.
Something they have done before.
Left with no choice, all the high-level civilizations took up their weapons and pointed them toward the gods.
Thus the crusade against the gods began.
Battle! Battle! Battle!
Death! Death! Death!
Our final battle commenced.
The battle that my son fell. The battle that spanned billions upon billions of worlds, extinguishing quadrillions of lives. The battle that caused the very vacuum to shatter apart like glass.
Before I knew it, I was a lone, bloody, and broken figure battling a lone god, the ancestor of all gods, whose body was large enough to swallow a million worlds.
By this time, about ninety-nine percent of all life had been annihilated by our battle.
Even black holes collapsed from the weight of our clashes.
With each exchange, we were equally injured, but unlike him, who became weaker, I became stronger. For with each injury, each wound, each broken bone, my self-hatred grew stronger.
And the stronger my self-hatred, the stronger my true intent, the stronger my will, the stronger my domain, and,
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Fall!"
[Drown in thy hatred!]
Shatter!
The final god collapsed under the weight of my hatred. His essence and will were extinguished and his domain burned out of existence.
…
I am the victor. The survivor. The civilization ender. The god slayer. The personification of hatred. The miracle that could never be defeated…
Or so I had thought.
So i believed before I crumbled from a single glance.'
Thought the bloody and broken Kane Alala as he laid motionless, floating in the cold and dark vacuum. His crimson eyes were empty, shimmering golden skin dull, his crimson hair swayed, his armor was shattered, his body laced with web-like cracks, and his blood flowed endlessly, forming a sorrowful golden waterfall beneath him.
He gazed blankly at the figure that stood a few meters above him. The figure seemed to be a male clad in crimson garments; its obsidian hair flowed down its back, its ears pointed straight up as if they wanted to pierce the heavens, and its eyes were literal flaming stars that illuminated the darkness, with darker darkness.
The figure radiated an indescribable aura, a transcendent aura the like of which he had never sensed before….
The figure gazed at him and spoke calmly, its voice laced with irrefutable majesty,
"BETA! I GIVE YOU TWO CHOICES: ONE, BOW
AND SUBMIT TO YOUR SUPERIOR, OR, TWO, SUFFER A FATE SO GRIM IT MAKES THE HATRED IN YOUR HEART SEEMS LIKE NOTHING… NOW CHOOSE!"
…
Fun facts:
The Tol were no different from humans except for their skin color, which was golden.
At the start, the technology level was similar to that of the Dark Ages.
The gods here are false gods.
This realm is a galaxy-type realm, with spherical worlds, etc.
About 20,000 to 50,000 light-years across.
…
There are three innate criteria one has to meet before they can become a pathfinder.
One is a smart and insane enough mind to actually formulate/conceptualize a perfect path to evolution.
Two must be untainted by another path. Meaning, not joining another's path; one must remain pure.
Three. This one I won't mention as yet, but just note that this one is the most important. If one doesn't have this, it will be borderline impossible for one to become a pathfinder, no matter how smart or pure one is.
….
0- 1 tier
Zero tier
Ordinary Tol
Martial Tol
Elite martial Tol
…
First tier
First Limit level
breaker Tol
Second level
limit breaker Tol
Third level limit Tol
….
2 tier
Each stage divided into: beginning, middle and end.
Martial apprentice.
Martial master
Martial grand master
3 tier
Martial lord
Martial king
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Martial emperor
4 tier
Martial sovereign
Runic martial stage
Runic martial lord
5 tier
Martial sage
Martial saint
Martial supreme
Martial god = 6tier life form.
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