After that, he was supposed to have experienced a long span of time, yet everything happening before him seemed to have been chopped into countless time fragments, and he just happened to pick up one of these fragments and saw the images within.
And so a question arose in Kane’s mind.
Had they all truly occurred, or were they mere fantasies existing within his mind?
As soon as this thought emerged, it was as if a bucket of water was poured upon the flame.
This world had responded to his expectations time and time again, ever since he sat upon the throne.
Perhaps, this is the world seen through Kaisaros’s eyes.
They were doing the same thing.
Kane looked at the flowers he held in his hands, he was the best man at the wedding, and also the master of this castle. With a bouquet in hand, he should be addressing the guests, then offering his sincerest blessings to the newlyweds at the wedding. He even had the words for his speech prepared; together they had built this world, there were so many amusing tales to share with the guests. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Master, everyone is waiting for you."
The old butler urged him once more, his tone identical to before.
Kane’s gaze towards the old butler turned a few degrees sharper, he vaguely saw that beneath that gentle facade lurked something twisted.
The moment of questioning came, the bouquet in his arms started to change.
It turned cold and heavy.
The Spear of War was back in his hand again, an instrument that should never appear at a wedding, yet his action did not incite any panic among the guests; the castle was silent, they seemed frozen, even Ethan and Lindong on the stage were awaiting his decision.
"This is the world you desired, isn’t it?"
The old butler spoke.
Kane saw the changes happening to the old butler, he grew black horns and demonic wings, these traits unmistakably revealed his identity — a follower of Sincaro, Master of Demons.
The wedding had never invited Sincaro, nor Bazatous for that matter.
Kane suddenly realized some details he had overlooked.
How did the last two trials go?
How did they handle the "neighboring relations" between Bazatous and Sincaro?
And what about the Day of Destruction?
These matters seemed to have vanished into thin air from this world, completely extracted before he could see the true face of the old butler.
"Kane, you know how to turn all this into reality; it is your granted power."
The old butler coaxed gently.
The bustling sounds arose again around him, he could hear the guests’ cheers.
It was a festive day.
This was the third time the old butler urged him, "Master, everyone is waiting for you."
The response to the old butler was Kane swinging the spear.
The spear pierced straight through his body, the old butler, who ought to be dead, remained standing there, staring at Kane with his pitch-black eyes.
"Remember, this is your choice."
He slowly spoke, and the familiar rumbling once again drilled into Kane’s ears, it came from a faraway place, somewhere beyond this world, "You could have turned all this into reality."
They were everywhere, devouring everyone in an instant.
Beyond the cracks, fragments of scenes unfolded, he saw the destroyed castle, scorched marks were everywhere, and atop those marks and ruins stood a familiar figure.
Demon corpses were everywhere.
Their bodies bore scars from being slashed, including the old butler dressed in a tailcoat with decent manners.
"How does the power of the Old Gods feel?"
Ethan’s question made Kane feel as if he had crossed into another world, seeing Kane stunned in place, Ethan took the initiative to explain, "Don’t misunderstand, it was these demons who attacked first."
— "This is self-defense."