Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 395 Nyarlathotep
"Why are you telling me all this?" Tiera asked疑惑地, then suddenly paused, a terrifying thought flashing through his mind—

"How do you know all this? How do you know so much detail?" Tiera looked up at Grindelwald, then at the unruly blond youth on the Iron Throne in the divine dimension—

The arrogant young man, leaning against the iron-black throne, laughed wildly, revealing a set of snow-white, even teeth.

The surroundings suddenly became dark and deep, as if the entire divine dimension had been shrouded in shadow.

There is both light and darkness, and in the shadows, Grindelwald's eyes shine brightly.

"You are..." Tiera forced herself to suppress the painful thoughts in her mind, and at the same time, she forcibly suppressed the question she wanted to ask next.

Tiera lowered her head quietly.

“Yes, I am, but I am not,” Grindelwald said in a tone completely different from before, a tone Tiera had never heard before—stiff, rigid, and imbued with an eerie sense of elusiveness and uncertainty. “To be precise, all of us born here…”

"Hehehehe." Grindelwald chuckled on the iron-black throne. "Yes, and no. I am a native of this universe, as you already know. The essence of becoming a god is dimensional ascension. And everything we have comes from that great primordial chaos, that blind and foolish god residing in the central palace of the universe. The higher our world's dimensions rise, the closer we get to the blind and foolish god in the end."

“We will all assimilate to the Three Pillars,” Grindelwald said with a hint of helplessness. “Even though His goal was always to cultivate a completely independent and autonomous ‘Outer God,’ even though He offered 100% freedom, in the end… when I ascended to godhood and achieved ‘Chaotic’ divinity, I still couldn’t help but undergo the process of convergence. After crossing the origin of divinity, I didn’t stop, but continued to burst forth towards higher dimensions. This was something neither He nor I had anticipated.”

Grindelwald paused, his expression suddenly turning utterly exhausted, before collapsing onto the iron-black throne—

"I am Him and yet I am not Him. The freedom He granted me prevents me from completely becoming Him, but as one of the myriad beings created and produced by a blind and foolish God, I cannot escape my predetermined destiny. While I have become His incarnation, I still retain my own consciousness."

Grindelwald burst into tears—

Grindelwald was still smiling, his face still bearing that arrogant and swaggering smile, but tears, completely out of place with his expression, flowed silently from his eyes like a spring.

“I have a self, I have my own consciousness, but I am still controlled by him,” Grindelwald said in a hoarse voice.

Have you ever played Wizard Chess?

"What a tragic and realistic game. I'm like those pawns. I have my own consciousness, my own thoughts, but we can't control our own destiny." Grindelwald's tone was filled with overwhelming sorrow. "We must follow the predetermined path of fate."

"We were forced to resort to arms." At this point, Grindelwald's face seemed to contort slightly, a hint of unease, a trace of struggle, appearing, but—

But Grindelwald's face still held that arrogant and unrestrained smile, and even the tears on his face gradually disappeared, leaving only that strange, arrogant smile.

“I won,” Gellert Grindelwald said hoarsely. “I won once. The time I was the test subject. Just that one time. I never broke with Albus. Albus followed me. We crossed mountains and seas, our hearts intertwined, like two lone wolves huddling together for warmth—” “Yes, yes, that was my happiest life. I was the sole and absolute protagonist. Everything I wanted was within my grasp. The whole world revolved around me. I held my ascension ceremony amidst thunderous roars and raging waves. I ascended to godhood before the eyes of all—” Grindelwald said sadly and nostalgically, “Just when I thought I had everything—”

“The divine dimension of chaos pulled me toward a higher dimension. I glimpsed the truth of the entire world and even the entire universe. I was forced to assimilate into His incarnation,” Grindelwald continued indifferently.

“From then on, I went from being an experimental subject to an NPC, becoming a preliminary experimental subject before He conducted His experiments. Therefore, I had to fail, so I had to, and could only be, their stepping stone,” Grindelwald said. “The so-called ‘cheat codes’ and ‘golden fingers’ that each of you gained after transmigrating were specially designed by Him based on your personalities and thoughts. To ensure the safety of these ‘golden fingers,’ I was used as an experiment before each one was truly applied to you.”

“I’ve been reborn 147967 times through 147967 experiments.” Grindelwald’s voice grew increasingly hoarse, like the agonizing struggle of a drowning man. “You saw it all when you came up, didn’t you? When you came up, I experienced those scenes rising 147967 times, I experienced those decays 147967 times, I rotted 147967 times in this cold, lonely tower.”

“I’ve also experienced 147967 breakups with Albus.” Tears streamed uncontrollably down Grindelwald’s face again. “I can endure a monotonous life, I can endure repeated failures, but I can’t endure it anymore. I still can’t bear even one more breakup with Albus.”

Grindelwald's voice grew increasingly hoarse, even though he still wore that arrogant and unruly smile, even though he still sat on the throne, even though he was still shrouded and controlled by the chaotic, dark shadows—

Tierra could also sense the deep-seated despair and sorrow emanating from him.

“I know,” Grindelwald continued, “I know some of my old men are dishonest, and I know you’re using my name to deceive people. That doesn’t matter, that doesn’t matter. Use these things if you want. I’ll give you the authority. Use them as you please. My name, my image, my men—these things mean nothing to me anymore. Take them. Trust me, you’ll find them useful. You’ll find them useful in your process of influencing and assimilating the world.”

"As a price... as a reward... when you hatch, when you become a truly independent being, separate from the blind and foolish gods, when this universe, this world, is completely assimilated by you..." Grindelwald said calmly, "when His experiment succeeds, when He can no longer, and no longer needs to, separate me..."

"Grant me death...grant me eternal and silent death..." Grindelwald still smiled, but his eyes were now filled with pleading.

“But you and Dumbledore…” Tierra asked hesitantly, “I can let you and Dumbledore—”

“No, no need, no more need,” Grindelwald said. “Give me death, give me eternal and silent death…”

“Dumbledore and I need nothing more. Our story ended perfectly when I was still an experiment. Since then, I’ve experienced 147967 breakups, separations, and mutual hurt… It’s all over… It’s no longer necessary… I have no need to see him again… My heart will no longer beat… My heart has been killed by myself…”

“I love him, yes, there’s no doubt about that… but we no longer need to see each other…”

"An eternal and silent death is the best ending for me..."

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