tkworld Chapter 802 is a life-or-death struggle!
Chapter 802 is a life-or-death struggle!
[Especially those members of the Red Heart Society who went to the Spirit Realm to carry out missions and explore resources; some of them ultimately could not withstand the dangers of the Spirit Realm and died on its soil.]
[And their true spirits, in the instant they dissipated, did not return to the Red Heart Society, but rather returned to the space of the Spirit Realm, falling under the control of the Spirit Realm's will.]
[The spirit realm's will is inherently perceptive and constantly vigilant against any anomalies in the universe. After capturing the spatial and temporal traces contained within these true spirits, it naturally followed the clues and learned the core secrets of the Red Heart Society, as well as your heaven-defying supernatural powers.]
[So, you are not some unknown being from beyond the universe, nor did you arrive in this universe by chance. You are a supreme being truly born from this universe, a legend nurtured by this universe.]
You possess the ability to reverse time, traversing between the past and future, and altering predetermined destinies; you can also summon powerful beings from the future to descend, using their power to crush your present enemies.
Such heaven-defying divine power, such terrifying strength—who in the entire universe could defeat him?
Which force would dare to easily become your enemy?
The wills of the three great worlds are not fools; they are well aware of your power and know that once they become your complete enemy, their ultimate fate will be annihilation.
The reason they didn't choose to submit to you, or to actively seek peace, wasn't because they overestimated their abilities, nor because they were unwilling to bow their heads. Rather, it was because the two sides were already mortal enemies, locked in a life-or-death struggle.
[From the very beginning of the Red Heart Society's rise, it clashed with various powerful forces.]
[It all started when you plundered the very essence of Hell and disrupted its balance.]
From the moment the true spirits of the Red Heart Society members were captured in the spirit world and your secrets were revealed, this hatred has been deeply rooted in each other's hearts, irreconcilable and unresolvable.
Submission means abandoning all dignity, becoming your vassal, and, more importantly, erasing the pain inflicted by the fallen, the plundered resources, and the destroyed homes.
This is something the proud will of the Great World cannot accept under any circumstances.
So, let's fight!
Since submission is impossible, since reconciliation is impossible, since we are already mortal enemies, then we have no choice but to fight with all our might to the very end.
Even if I ultimately face annihilation, even if I am ultimately crushed by you, even if my world ultimately collapses completely, I will never back down.
At least in the current timeline, before you've fully revealed your strength and completely mastered the time-reversal technique, the greater world still holds the advantage, doesn't it?
Even so, on this day when the will of hell is about to completely collapse and its own essence is on the verge of depletion, it still came.
[Without a grand entourage, without an imposing aura, only a thin and solitary projection of will, it silently appeared before you, piercing through the layers of barriers erected by the Red Heart Society and passing through the smoke and fire of the three-way conflict.]
His projection bore an unmistakable weariness, a mark left by struggle and a sign of his primordial energy being utterly depleted. Even the black mist surrounding him had thinned, no longer able to blanket the sky and instill fear as it once did.
No one could understand His choice. In a desperate situation where He was in grave danger and could disappear at any moment, instead of fighting to defend the last vestiges of Hell and struggling to maintain His own existence, He chose to stand before His greatest enemy.
[The creator who personally instigated the war and gradually eroded His original authority; the being who possessed the power to reverse time and space, capable of rewriting everything.]
Only the will of Hell knows that this journey is its last hope.
[If from the very beginning, you, the creator who overturned the order of the universe, could have unleashed your absolute power to crush all other worlds without reservation, and could have effortlessly displayed your heaven-defying ability to reverse time and rewind the past.] [Then those proud wills of the great worlds would probably have already humbled themselves and submitted, and there would never have been this endless struggle to the death, nor would they have ended up on the verge of annihilation.]
Their pride has always been built on an equal footing of strength; when the gap becomes insurmountable, submission becomes the only way out.
Therefore, He came not to beg for mercy, not to negotiate, and certainly not to make a final stand.
[I only cling to a sliver of hope that you can use your ability to reverse time, so that the past Him will not have to endure this endless pain and struggle, and will not walk the path of becoming your enemy.]
Do not watch as the hell you created is destroyed step by step in the flames of war.
This hope lay hidden deep within His weary will, tinged with a hint of humility, a trace of resentment, and a despair that even He Himself was unwilling to acknowledge.
[And you sat upon that throne forged from the beliefs and essence of countless powerful members of the Red Heart Society, quietly gazing at the tattered projection of the will of hell before you, and suddenly smiled.]
There was no pity, no mockery, and not a trace of emotion in that smile.
Only the indifference and steadfastness that comes after countless cycles of time and space seem to reflect the fate of a clown whose end was already sealed, or the recollection of a painful yet unforgettable past.
You slowly rise, surrounded by a faint golden light—the power forged from the collective beliefs of the millions of members of the Red Heart Society, the crystallization of wisdom tempered through countless destructions of time and space. Each ray of light carries an undeniable majesty.
Your voice, calm yet carrying immense power, each word clearly penetrating His will, shattering the deathly silence of this space.
[Hell's Will, what do you think our war is?]
Is this just playing house?
[Are you willing to back down, and I'm willing to back down, then act like nothing ever happened and let bygones be bygones?]
The moment those words were spoken, your aura surged dramatically, unleashing an overwhelming power that rippled through the surrounding space.
The projection of the will of hell was compressed by this aura, becoming increasingly thin, as if it would dissipate at any moment.
Your words, spoken slowly and deliberately, were firm and cold, each syllable like a knife piercing the very core of the will of hell.
This is a struggle!
It's a life-or-death struggle!
[Since you know I can reverse time, you should be able to guess how many times you've killed me in these repeated time reversals and in these endless cycles of conflict.] (End of Chapter)