I really don't want to be famous, but the collapse is still chasing me

"It's a little unbelievable to think about it. We just returned Nicardoli's fire... It's no exaggeration to say that your arrival has melted the ice of history."

Bai E led everyone back to the Yunshi Palace.

Qiong unconsciously straightened his chest, "We have also melted real glaciers..."

Aglaya finally said,

"Rather, this is the true nature of history: dormant for a thousand years, waiting only for the moment of awakening. Unfortunately, now is not the time to discuss historical perspectives."

The next moment, her eyes fell on Bai'e.

"Was it your order that Kexia wasn't here at that time, Bai'e?"

"Yes." Bai Er did not deny it. "Compared to watching you two quarreling, I think this is more efficient."

Aglaya sighed softly.

"That's reckless; he still carries a Spark, after all. But regarding the increased efficiency... I'm afraid you're right. His problems aside, the immediate concern is Oronis' Spark, which is particularly thorny."

"The Golden Ones had originally formulated a strategy regarding the order in which the Fire would be returned. For those Titans who wouldn't actively harm the mortal world—like Oronis and Circess—we had planned to eventually take over their priesthoods. But this incident disrupted everything."

Tibao warned, "If we don't return the Spark to the Maelstrom, leaving the Titan throne vacant... who knows what kind of disaster will happen! But the biggest problem right now... is that we haven't found a Golden Born who can take on the role of Oronis."

"Bai'e, Xiadie, Wandi, Fengjin... My master and I searched the world for a thousand years before we finally found them.

One qualified person chosen from ten thousand, the leader of the Golden Race. If I were not sure that these people have the potential to bear the divine power, my master and I would never send out an invitation.

To compel any man to perform this duty is tantamount to sending him to the gallows.”

Having said this, Aglaya glanced at Qiong from time to time.

Bai'e glanced at Qiong and sighed in a pretentious manner.

“What a headache!”

The headache is the logical stress.

"Hmm..." Tibao blinked at Qiong.

"Mi~" Mimi suddenly appeared, pointed at Qiong beside her with her claws, and said a complete human sentence, "Do you want to let the pioneers try?"

Qiong was naturally not stupid. He glanced at everyone and said, "The owner is not responsible for the pet's words."

Mimi explained: "Mimi! (I'm serious! You have special meaning to Omphalos, everyone knows this. And Oronis... the one who projected me into this world and gave me this body was that Titan baby who was even more willful than a child!)"

-

At the same time, somewhere in Yunshi Palace.

Wan Di glanced at Ohma and decided it was time to make arrangements for his funeral.

Then he looked ahead, "Even the god of death has abandoned you, my master."

Craterus snorted coldly.

“Humph, it just put my life in the hands of the Dusk Courtyard.

The priestess's medical skills... are not simple. She may not be as simple as you and I think.

But my story is not important. I saw, Madmos, that... in the end, you embraced your fate."

At the end he couldn't help but hum.

"Now... the power of Discord surges within me. My bones turn to steel, my blood boils and burns. The kings of the Hanging Edge through the ages could only admire this power, but I—I have become one with it. I have forged history. After me, God and King coexist."

"Indeed, you have fulfilled the ambition of every Xuanfeng King." Craterus nodded with satisfaction.

"Now, you can finally lead your people back home and restore the glory of Xuanfeng."

"Unfortunately... I don't mean that." Wan Di's words directly poured cold water on Craterus.

"What does this... mean?"

"Over two thousand years ago, those who worshipped the power of the Titan of Nicadori's Strife gathered at its foot and founded a city-state. From then on, the Xuanfeng people became the sharp blades of the God of War, following the Titan's footsteps to conquer the world.

But at this moment, when I look back at this history as "God" - I finally see everything clearly.

This is a ridiculous and despicable history. People rushed to the battlefield like ants, greedily plundered and killed, and like ants... were trampled.

The city-states, beliefs, and so-called "traditions" that the Xuanfeng people are so proud of—in its eyes, they are nothing more than ant holes that will collapse at the slightest touch."

"You..." Craterus's eyes twitched uncontrollably. "Do you want to deprive the Xuanfeng people of their thousand years of accumulated pride with just a few words?!"

"That pride is nothing, Craterus. Now, I have taken over the divine power of "Dissension". And now..." Ten Thousand Enemies shouted,

"I will give up the title of 'King'."

"No, no!" Craterus roared.

"Pass my words to every Xuanfeng person, I command you."

"Don't do this, Madmos... I beg you...!"

The enemy ignored Craterus's pleas.

"It began in the year 2506 and ended in the year 4931. I, Maedmos, the last tyrant of the city of Hanging Blade, son of Golgo, hereby declare that today, the Hanging Blade Dynasty officially ends."

[It's truly tragic. Xuanfeng City finally welcomed their king, but the result...]

[I feel a little sorry for Craterus.]

[I never gave in to the Fire Thief, so now I beg you.]

[Actually, if translated, Wan Di means that the previous disputes were meaningless, and now he wants to redefine disputes. This is roughly what it means.]

-

"You killed us... You killed all of us..." There was only accusation in Craterus' voice.

"No." Wan Di shook his head, "I have given you a new life."

After saying this, he took out a ring and handed it to Craterus.

"This is?"

"My mother's signet ring. It was a symbol of kingship, but now, I will give it new meaning.

Take it and gather those who have lost their identities. Tell them that Maedmos, who ascended the steps of the gods, announced to the world:

You no longer need to pursue ethereal honors, nor do you need to consider death in battle as your only destination. But you must change and integrate into this city-state that once looked on you with indifference.

Omphalos faces a cruel tomorrow. Facing a powerful enemy, even the most glorious dynasty is nothing but a pile of rubble.

But you will embark on the only way out, and at the end of it will be a brand new world."

Craterus held his forehead with one hand. "Why do you need me to be your mouthpiece? Why don't you go and explain everything to them yourself?"

"Because the path humanity must take can only be led by humans. Not those who covet the power of the gods and fall into madness... but those who are willing to raise their shields and protect the lives behind them."

Craterus sighed, "I couldn't save the child."

"It doesn't matter. As fellow demigods, they've already realized this. What matters is that you'll be there—standing in front of her."

Hearing this, Craterus obviously noticed something.

"That night, it was you who persuaded Aglaya to let me go... Was it you, Maidemos?"

Wan Di did not deny it, "It's me."

"She won't give in that easily. What are your terms?"

"I staked my mother's honor, assuring her of the integrity of your soul. And... I promised her that I would dedicate everything I had to the pursuit of Fire."

Now that things have come to this, everything is clear.

Craterus asked, "And now, Maedmos? Where...are you going?"

Wan Di turned his head and looked towards the direction of Xuanfeng City.

"To fulfill my promise and return to where I belong. The madness that torments Nicardoli, the darkness that consumes all of Omphalos... Now, it is my turn to fight against it."