Mystery: Chaos Path

However, Azik's matter was not yet resolved, so Lorne naturally wasn't in a hurry to concoct the potion and advance. Therefore, he then looked at Azik and said:

“Your condition today isn't suitable for continuing to recover your memories. Rest for a while! Tomorrow, I'll arrange for you to meet your child. Be prepared to take her around Backlund and have some fun.”

Given Azik's situation, seeing his child would naturally help stabilize his humanity.

Azik's eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly said, “Thank you, Lord Lucifer. I truly don't know how to thank you enough.”

“No need for thanks. This is just a necessary measure to help you overcome your divinity. If you really want to thank me, then survive this war!”

Lorne revealed a faint smile. He then looked at the Death Consul, who had been silent since returning to the villa, watching Azik. He suddenly said, “Do you have anything you want to say to him?”

Upon hearing this, Azik couldn't help but look at the Death Consul. The other party was actually very different from what he remembered, but Azik knew that this was him, the former Death Consul, only stripped of the influence from his father.

The Death Consul also raised his eyes at this moment, and two identical pairs of eyes met at this moment. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them looked away.

After a long while, the Death Consul finally spoke:

“Are you happy now?”

A very simple question, yet it made Azik deliberate for several seconds before solemnly nodding and saying, “I'm very happy. Although there are still some troubles, I really like my current life.”

“…That's good.” The Death Consul was silent for a second, then revealed a very shallow but gentle smile. At this moment, he looked somewhat like Azik.

“Then continue to be happy! Azik, I'm very jealous of you, but I'm also very grateful that the future me finally possesses a self, possesses the emotions that I once yearned for.”

“So don't be swallowed by the past. You must move forward, don't be swallowed by Father like I was.”

Azik pursed his lips. He once felt that his Death Consul self was very unfamiliar, but at this moment, he suddenly felt relieved.

This was also him, this was the past him, even his self was suppressed by the God of Death, only a trace of suppressed emotions leaking out from the edges of the Death Consul.

So Azik said, “I won't be swallowed by Salinger. I will overcome my divinity, I will…”

He paused here, then gave the Death Consul a gentle smile before continuing, “I will save my past, and snatch Him back from the God of Death's hands.”

The Death Consul was visibly stunned for a moment. He lowered his eyes and said very softly, “So, I can become such a good person too?”

“It's not so much that, but rather that your essence was never bad to begin with. Reincarnation only washes away the divinity and the influence of the God of Death. If your essence is a bad egg, even if you reincarnate for a long time, you'll still be a bad egg.”

Lorne spoke at this moment. He then took out his pocket watch and glanced at it before looking at the Death Consul and saying, “Time's up, Lord Death Consul. Are you afraid? You're going back to that hell again.”

The Death Consul looked at him, shook his head with a calm expression, and then revealed a smile, saying, “I won't be afraid. I will only wait patiently, waiting for the future I hope for to arrive.”

“Thank you, Lucifer. I really like this future.” The Death Consul said earnestly.

“That's good! Then, see you next time, Death Consul!” Lorne smiled at Him, then canceled the summoning.

Thus, in the Fourth Epoch, in the palace of the Bayam Empire—

The Death Consul opened his eyes. The familiar influence from the God of Death filled his mind at this moment, making the Death Consul's expression appear even more cold and stern. He lowered his eyes, looking at the book in his hand. It was a storybook, written by Mr. Door of the Abraham family. It described the story of the Night Emperor and his Empress, the Blood Moon Queen.

Before being summoned, the Death Consul had been sitting alone in the study, reading this storybook during a rare moment of leisure. It had once been banned by the Night Emperor, but it was said to contain eighty percent truth. He didn't particularly yearn for the love in the story, but he was somewhat puzzled.

Would gods also fall in love with others?

Could that kind of existence truly possess so-called love?

The Death Consul didn't know. At least, he had never seen such a thing in his own imperial father and his concubines. The Underworld Emperor was always indifferent, equally cold to everyone.

The Death Consul also recalled the Sequence 0 he had encountered before, walking with his father, the Primordial Witch of the Witch Sect.

The other party seemed to be plotting something with the Underworld Emperor, but the Death Consul didn't really care. He just remembered the distorted and nostalgic expression that the Witch had shown when mentioning the Blood Emperor who had already fallen, like a giant snake tightly coiling around its prey, once it was entangled, it would never let go, even if it meant dying with the prey.

Was that love?

The Death Consul also didn't know.

His gaze then fell on the bookshelf, where there were many more books, mostly written by a member of the Abraham family. Among these books, the most conspicuous were probably 'The Secret History of the Blood Emperor,' 'Amon's Love and Hatred,' 'Pales,' and 'The Secrets of the Night Country.' The author of these books was the same person—Bethel Abraham, who was revered as Mr. Door.

The Death Consul often read these books. It was hard to say how much he liked them, it was probably more of a curiosity and incomprehension—he once didn't understand why these beings, also angels, could possess the kinship, love, and friendship in those stories?

Was this real? Or purely fabricated?

Without a single exception, everything is contained within!

The Death Consul couldn't ask Mr. Door, the author, nor could he ask the parties involved in these books. He could only read the words on them over and over again, but he couldn't imagine what that situation was like.

Perhaps it's because I'm not strong enough, so I can't possess these things.

The Death Consul would occasionally think this way, but he couldn't become stronger. The God of Death, the Night, and the God of War pathways already had Sequence 0 existences. He could only be a Sequence 2, a Death Consul.

Even if the God of Death fell, he probably wouldn't be able to go further, but instead might usher in a worse ending.

So the former Death Consul never looked forward to the future. This world was stagnant water to him. His past was unchanging, never possessing the excitement described in those stories. His future was predictable, the best ending was probably to always be the Death Consul.

But now, the stagnant water had been broken, and he possessed a future that was even more beautiful than the best ending he had ever imagined.

The Death Consul's hand almost subconsciously placed on his chest, feeling his heart beating in his chest. At this moment, he was even a little dazed.

So, he was alive!