Volume 1 Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Death Is Not an Ending

At first, Kanor thought that the "End of Days" was the sudden collapse of the space structure.

Because it seemed that the Final Ark was hiding from that thing—every second, it felt like millions of space spells were being released, and the world was torn apart.

However, Kanor quickly realized… it was not just that.

This was one of the phenomena of the End of Days.

And the true End of Days… was the "cause" of the collapse of the space structure.

It was a concept that existed beyond the world.

A collection of negativity, the end of everything, unconscious malice, and the phenomenon of order and existence disappearing.

It was an indescribable thing that even Kululu’s records could not depict, an existence on the same level as the world but completely opposite.

Kanor could only infer what the End of Days was like by the "phenomena" she saw, recreated by Kululu.

Each Final Ark was like a half-plane, huge like a small world.

But in this "End of Days" wave, they seemed as tiny as seaweed on the surface of the ocean.

Like the main plane, these four arks began to crumble.

It was not erosion from the outside, but a steady, all-around process.

Magic devices, life, runes, spatial structures, magical power, and origins—every second, all "individuals," whether living or dead, moved a little closer to "disorder" and "destruction."

It was like an invisible countdown to destruction and a progress bar appearing above all things.

Just being a bystander, Kanor felt suffocated.

Soon, the pilots and leaders of the three arks were forced to start an unripe, hasty god-making ceremony.

Then, what awaited them was a "broken divine seat" shaped by crumbling magical power.

They became "evil gods."

Gods could indeed retain a certain level of self-awareness during the End of Days.

Because the higher-level gods were ranked similarly to the "world" itself and the status of the main plane.

However… with the already broken Divine Kingdom and their own created godly positions…

They themselves would also carry the will of the "End of Days."

Twisted monsters, writhing flesh, and mad vengeful spirits…

Three arks carrying "hope" instantly turned into terrifying moving hells.

And on the last ark…

The infiltration and progress of the "End of Days" continued relentlessly.

The person standing in the temple had a blurry face and held a gray crown in their hand.

In front of them was a tall three-headed giant beast, covered in scales like a dragon, with an imposing face.

"Put on the crown, and you can become a god."

"But the price… the other three arks have already given their answers."

"On one side is a slow decline, on the other side is an instant death."

"Both sides are choices with no answers."

Kululu said this with a tone that was both mocking and nearly sad.

She gently tapped Kanor on the shoulder.

The next moment, Kanor stood before the imposing giant beast.

On the black scales, there were patterns of symbols. The three heads looked like predatory creatures with sharp teeth, hard outlines, and piercing eyes, but in their six eyes, there was a sense of compassion.

The temple was very wide, with stone pillars and a tall dome that looked grand and solemn.

In her hands, she held the crown of the Forgotten that she had made herself.

Kululu’s voice echoed in the temple, but it felt more like a question than a prophecy.

"What will you choose? When the End of Days has come, and everything seems pointless and meaningless!"

Kanor was silent, touching the crown of the Forgotten in her hands.

The temple trembled gently.

And in "one hundred thousand years later."

The already broken temple shook as well, with only the white bones of the three-headed giant beast silently staring at Lolth.

"Here is the ‘Divine Kingdom of Death,’ and its essence is ‘Death’…"

"By veiling death, it becomes the end of all things, the demise of everything—this is why you were created here."

Lolth looked at the evil god, whose body was filled with swirling black crystals and solidified magic, almost with a sigh.

"But you really should not stay here any longer because you misunderstand ‘Death.’"

"Death is a destination, but it is not an end."

"It is the end of a life, but it cannot be the end of everything."

As Lolth said this, life magic surged from her body.

Then it quickly began to decay.

The decayed life magic surprisingly resembled the ‘residual divine power’ that filled this place.

Although it had the property of "death,"…

It was like a rebirth.

"The essence of death is the birth of a new constant state."

"This is the ‘Origin’ and ‘Plane Will.’"

Lolth thought, as if a thousand years had passed.

"Origin" and "Plane Will" are two forms that show the totality of all magical characteristics in the plane.

The magic filled with "death" gathered together, like a quietness that was almost an "end."

It was not aggressive—death never "comes knocking."

It simply existed and waited.

Lolth understood the meaning of the source.

At the same time, she realized that… it was almost the same as "plague," and "the end" seemed to be a product born from contamination.

Although life may mistakenly think that death is negative because of the fear of it, in reality… death is a "neutral" concept.

A destructive and aggressive end is a product of pollution and distortion.

However, some had cut this part of the pollution away from the Kingdom of Death.

Lolth felt a new "divine power" in her grasp.

"The power of death."

Meanwhile, the Divine Kingdom here seemed to open its doors to her.

"Welcome home!"

The three heads of the white bone giant beast spoke respectfully together, while bowing their heads.

"Being spoken to like this by the ‘Divine Throne’ in the ‘Kingdom of Death’ is truly unlucky."

Lolth helplessly commented while looking at Trish Diana and the God of Demise still fighting.

She could clearly sense every bit of power flowing between the two.

The presence of the Plane Will and the Ultimate Power felt like two droplets of water sliding down her forearm.

Yes, they were both gods, carrying the will of their respective realms, and Trish Diana also held a part of the main plane’s will, while the God of Demise was intricately connected to this place.

But now, this was not their Divine Kingdom.

"Go."

Lolth waved her hand, and a large cloud of gray death energy surged toward the God of Demise like a thin mist.

The crystal formed from the Ultimate Power, which came from the same source as the power of death, could withstand even Trish Diana’s "clearing" strike.

However, at the moment it was touched by the power of death, this magic "died."

It returned to eternal silence and stillness, embracing its new, constant form.