Volume 1 Chapter 632

Chapter 632: The Power of Death

Inside the wooden house, within the scroll.

Kanor, holding the Crown of the Forgotten, silently lowered her head, accepting the world’s questioning.

"The End of Days is coming! Everyone will die!"

"And there is nothing you can do… to stop all of this!"

"Do it! Make your choice—your ridiculous, meaningless choice!"

"Self-comfort? Self-moving?"

"This is the End of Days… everything about you is insignificant!"

"Can you understand? Silly little girl!"

A useless and meaningless choice.

Is it really necessary to make this choice?

When one knows that no matter what they do, they will still face a disastrous end…

Then what is the meaning of all this?

The Crown of the Forgotten and the giant beast before her are both silent.

The figure of Lady Kululu from the past has also vanished.

In this frozen moment, it feels like only she remains.

This world, this Divine Kingdom, this past, are all waiting for her answer.

Even a genius like Kanor cannot find any help from her gifts.

This choice tests her true nature.

For an eight-year-old child, even if she is a genius, this is indeed a bit… too difficult.

The topics of "sacrifice" and "salvation" are just, but they are not hard to answer.

Just like in the trolley problem, no matter how many people are tied up on either track or who they are, everyone will have their own answer.

But…

If you are not holding the switch but just passing by with a plunger, this absurd question becomes unnecessary to answer.

Clearly, this is an absurd question with no meaning.

Because whether one becomes a god or not, it has always been impossible to change the situation of the End of Days destroying the Ark.

The God of Death from that year simply changed the way everyone on the Ark would die.

Now, it has turned into a question, asking what one would do.

Kanor didn’t even know why it was asking that!

"The End of Days…"

She let out a long sigh.

This is a force so strong that even the power of gods cannot stop it, an inevitability that even the ceremony of becoming a god cannot change.

Civilizations fell, eras ended, and it went on and on.

This rough and immature ceremony of becoming a god was as ridiculous as trying to stop a train with a plunger.

Everyone would still be crushed; the only difference was that there was a plunger on the train that crushed them.

Which side to choose, this "answer" was actually not important and definitely not the key to the test.

The key point was how one thought about it.

After a long time, Kanor shook her head.

She remembered a sentence Master Lolth once said.

"Even if I know it’s not possible…”

"But… I have to at least try."

Saying this, she solemnly placed the crown of forgetfulness on her head.

Neither choice mattered for the outcome.

Then let’s "give it a try"!

A life where one already knew the outcome, clearly understanding what each choice meant in a game, like a mystery novel that revealed the killer’s name and method…

What was known brought loss of meaning and boredom.

The End of Days was like the "death" of the world, placing this dull truth before everyone who knew it.

But… even so.

You could still "give it a try."

Even meaningless things were worth doing.

Charging at windmills, pushing a stone up a hill day after day, confessing feelings to imaginary characters, and fighting for impossible grand ideals for a lifetime.

What mattered was not the outcome—whether it was a destined failure or an unknown result…

What mattered was that when you still had a choice, you should go and "give it a try."

Give it a try… Throw the plunger hard at the moving train!

Then, with a more sorrowful look, remember every person who died on the tracks!

This was the answer Kanor received—this was the clumsiest side of the girl who was a born "genius" without any doubt.

The crown of forgetfulness rested on Kanor’s head.

The question that sounded like a roar stopped near her ear.

As if it acknowledged her thoughts.

In the next moment, a fog covered Kanor’s eyes, and she saw "death."

Unlike Lolth, who naturally connected with the source after her own realization.

For Kanor, it felt as if the source of death was pressed directly against her face, forcing her to understand.

Fortunately, Kanor understood very quickly.

After a few seconds, smoke spread through the intertwined gray threads of the crown of forgetfulness and then sank down onto Kanor.

She opened her eyes and found herself back in the wooden cabin.

The original patterns on the unfolded scroll had vanished, replaced by an image of herself wearing the Forgetter’s crown.

There was nothing but herself.

A respectful voice came from within the Forgetter’s crown.

It was different from the awe created by Kanor’s actions before.

It seemed to sincerely recognize Kanor.

"Congratulations, my new master."

"Everything here belongs to you."

The Forgetter’s Crown said this as the wooden house began to "fade away."

In its place was the broken temple—it was slowly "restoring."

The pillars, dome, and floor tiles seemed to "come to life," gently growing.

On the three-headed bony giant beast, flesh and blood were gradually appearing.

It was clearly a "Death Divine Kingdom," yet at this moment, with a new master arriving, it seemed to radiate life.

"Congratulations, heir… You are now our new master."

The bony three-headed giant beast… or rather, the three-headed giant lizard-like "Divine Throne incarnation" that had donned black scales again, bowed down to show respect to little Kanor.

However, even though Kanor had gained the "inheritance," her power did not increase at all.

Her magical power level was still similar to before and she had not yet stepped into the epic realm.

Even Kanor did not think like Lolth and gain any substantial authority in this Divine Kingdom.

After the inheritance, what Kanor received… seemed more like a recognition and symbol of her identity!

And all the knowledge she had just received about "death" seemed to be everything.

The little girl touched the crown of forgetfulness on her head and couldn’t help but mumble.

"This is the ‘inheritance of the gods’ and the ‘authority of death’…"

"What does it really mean?"

She said this as she looked over at the side of the skeletal giant beast.

There, she saw Lalea sleeping soundly…

And a girl with light brown hair holding a sword, and a pink-haired girl who was almost not wearing anything, standing close to her height.