Chapter 190: Transmigration

Chapter 190: The Transmigration

The hall of Andronicus the Great celebrated his victory over sixteen nations, expanding the empire even further than what the world anticipated.

In the very center of the hall, stood the divine figure of the Lightless. ’He’ wore a long cloak and a grey robe. Finally, ’He’ raised both of ’His’ hands and announced. "My devotee Andronicus, you have accomplished your duty, I’m very impressed by your work."

Andronicus walked away from his throne, and stopped near ’Him’. He bowed down, going on one knee.

The figure of the Lightless manifested a crown from empty air and gently placed it directly on his head. "Today, I shall impart unto you the truth of what must transpire in five days’ time. Listen carefully, O King of Kings."

Andronicus kept his gaze fixed upon the floor, his hands pressed together in reverence. "Yes, Lord. Your servant hears. What shall I do next? Command me, and I shall move mountains."

The obscured face of the Divine curled into an eccentric smile. "I shall alone accomplish my own duties as a deity. I have given My word to watch over the City of Light, and that promise shall endure through the ages, but in five days, my devotee..." He paused, his form shimmering as he stepped back a few paces, increasing the distance between the mortal and the divine. "I... may not return."

The Emperor’s composure shattered at those words. The realization that ’He’ was departing from the kingdom struck his heart. He had fought, bled, and nearly sacrificed his own soul to build a sacred tower for his Lord, and now the Deity purposed to vanish from his sight.

"My Lord." Andronicus cried out, his voice trembling with a tragic grief. "Did I fail in my devotion? Have my actions stained the purity of your design? Why must you abandon this mortal city, built upon the very blood of loyalty?"

"It is not for your failure, Andronicus, but for a greater purpose." The Lightless replied. "I must journey to a war that no mortal eyes can perceive, a conflict fought on the rim of existence itself. I must march against the Primordial Beings and the ancient Spectators... those entities who existed before the light was spoken, who sit in the places above the Eleven Worlds, waiting to unravel the threads of creation. To protect this world, to protect your city, they must be cast into the abyss and sealed away."

The Deity paused, turning his obscured face toward the horizon. "But know this, Andronicus... in that battle, I... am going to lose."

A horrific silence gripped Andronicus’ soul. "Lose, my Lord? How can the Absolute lose against the dark? If the Divine falls, what hope remains for the sons of earth?"

"You have mistaken it. My victory shall not be measured by survival." The Lightless spoke, his grey robe rippling as if stirred by a cosmic wind. "To forge a seal strong enough to bind the Primoridals, a price of will be worth it. I have stayed by your side because of your mortal request. Now. I must return to my responsibility. But in doing so, the backlash of their ancient curses will tear away my mind. I shall lose my memories. The recollection of this world, the memory of my godhood, and even your name, Andronicus, will be washed away into oblivion. The cost will be... Me."

The Lord stepped closer to the window, where the golden sun illuminated his silhouette. "When the final seal is set, my consciousness will fracture, and I shall fall into an eternal slumber. My body will become an unmoving stone, resting in a sleep that no mortal prayer can disturb."

Tears of pure grief spilled from Andronicus’ eyes as he bowed his head until his forehead touched the floor. The triumph over sixteen nations evaporated into nothingness, leaving only the devastating twilight of the divine.

"How — can my mortal body, made of clay and dirt, can offer anything as final comfort?"

The deity merely smiled at his mortal words. "My devoted follower, if you are so insistent, then proceed and spread my name across the world. The prayers will serve as my anchor; until the cosmic forces align, my memories may resurface within the consciousness of another individual. In a millennium, he will serve as my vessel; however, an event may occur that I hope to prevent. That man shouldn’t die, if his body gets replaced by another who doesn’t belong to that era then I can not return."

Andronicus stood up and bowed again before stepping back toward his throne. "The great lord of the worlds, I wasn’t able to understand, what does it mean to not belong to that era?"

"They will never know that they are not in their body... to speak in mortal terms, it means that they will ascend to the Eleven Worlds, not with their own body but my dead vessel. His identity will take over that dead body if my divination fails to prevent it."

"With your command I can conquer the world. The cosmos will know the name, I shall remember your duties, your selfless act of saving humanity, my Lord."

With one last enigmatic smile, the mysterious silhouette of the Lightless disappeared from the grand hall of Andronicus.

...

Mo Fei who heard all of that found his heart beating faster than a normal rhythm, he could hear it clearly now.

Thock! Thock!

"No..." Mo Fei muttered in disbelief, his memories violently blurred, remembering everything he had done in past life... his mother, his father and everyone. He could remember everything clearly, then what was that?

Thock!

His heart let out another loud beating... that couldn’t be... his mind raced with thoughts that simply denied it.

Thock! Thock! Thock!

His heart didn’t slow down, it increased even further when the realization struck him.

Way back then in world two... he found that ribbon, that torn ribbon that had the name... ’Apprentice’s—" and the other part was entirely torn apart... that pillar in world two... Those words of Yan Gu continuously repeated in his mind.

"Become Lightless... Become Lightless."

Thock! Thock!

His hand moved toward his chest, pressing it firmly against his heart, he looked in front of him as the memories began to dissolve.

’That ribbon... that ribbon was mine? No... not mine, but...’

He gulped slightly, and moved both of his hands toward his head and clenched both of his temples tightly. His legs weakened as he fell to his knees... if he had known that he would find out the truth that was worse than his curiosity then he’d not have returned to the City of Light.

"Now I know..."

Suddenly his memories shifted back into world two... it wasn’t his anymore, that was someone else, his face was also not Mo Fei’s own.

His heart raced again. He finally could feel a pain in the back, a blade had pierced through him. He was escaping from a being.

As he turned back, he found someone standing in the dark, completely enveloped in a classic black robe, his eyes holding a spectacle that reflection of that ornament instantly shivered down his body. He couldn’t see the face, but there was a devious smirk on that man.

The next thing he could remember was that his spiritual ribbon had been forcefully ripped apart.

"Gasp!"

Mo Fei finally woke up from the vision of that person’s memories.

"No!!!" He screamed in the underground chamber. His mind going paranoid as a fear began to take over just by seeing that man wearing spectacles. His breathing couldn’t slow down as he felt every single pain of that blade.

Taking a few shallow breaths, he muttered the final words.

"It can’t be... all this time... all this moment." He paused. "I was never me... I was never in my body."

"Did I... transmigrate?"

The End

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