Demon Lord 3

Generally speaking, the Dark Emperor could still be considered a human, but this person was no longer human. Perhaps a god, perhaps a being that transcended godhood, perhaps a being that transcended the dimensions we know. In my mind, it wasn't even the same dimension at all, perhaps a higher dimension, perhaps a state where dimensions didn't exist. The reason that dimension didn't exist was because we couldn't even design it, like a puzzle humans could never figure out. Thinking of this, my head started to hurt. If things were so complicated, how difficult would the road ahead be? It was unimaginable. I patted my head. Upon waking, I felt exhausted. I might have been even more tired when I rested, but now I was exhausted again. I didn't know how many levels of exhaustion it was. I wanted to sleep again, but couldn't. It felt like I was in a dream. I felt like I was being skinned and cramped. Zhou Chuyuan poured me a glass of honey water to wake me up. He asked me what happened. Seeing that I was sweating profusely, I said that I must have had a very uncomfortable nightmare. I didn't know what I dreamed about. I just felt extremely empty and a little uncomfortable now. He nodded and said he knew. Then he brought me some more food and told me to wake up well. Otherwise, I could sleep for a while and I should be fine after waking up. I shook my head and said that the dream I just had was really strange. I might not be able to accept it all at once. He asked me what I dreamed about. I said that I just dreamed of a very powerful person. Perhaps even more powerful than the Dark Emperor. He suddenly laughed. He said that shouldn't be possible. Everyone in this world knew about the Dark Emperor's abilities. He definitely wouldn't believe me when I said I was stronger than the Dark Emperor. I shook my head and said it was definitely true. That person's strength must be even stronger than the Dark Emperor. For the first time, I felt firsthand what terror was. I also understood the serious consequences of this terror, spreading through my consciousness. He asked me what the person looked like. I said I couldn't see his face clearly, and he wouldn't show me. Anyway, he was extremely scary, extremely terrifying. I felt like his breath could crush me to death. The oppression was so strong, it was beyond the power of a single person. I'd thought about gods before, but gods seemed to have limitations, not possessing such great powers. Perhaps this person was above gods, perhaps alone in a realm we didn't understand. After I said I was alone, Zhou Chuyuan fell into deep thought. A moment later, he asked me if the person was lonely. I nodded and said that he looked lonelier than us. After all, we had companions in that desolate land, and he was alone. He thought about it and said as if he felt the same way: "Yes, the strong are often lonely. They can't stand the weakness of the weak, but they dare not admit that they are lonely." I asked him curiously: "Since you know that the strong are lonely, are you still willing to be a strong person?" He answered without hesitation: "Of course I am willing to be a strong person all my life. Do you know why? Let me tell you, when I was still a weak person, I would think about working hard to become stronger, for my own honor, or for my own face. Later, when I saw my companions, relatives, and friends leaving me one after another, I thought that I must become strong and protect everyone around me. At that time, maybe I will be alone "Alone, perhaps there's no turning back, but when I saw how hard I'd tried to protect my family and friends, I felt it was worth it at that moment. I'd rather sink into solitude, into the abyss of darkness, than let those people slowly leave me before my eyes." Yes, it was painful, it was hopeless. Amidst despair and pain, they pushed each other aside, struggling against each other. The last person left was left with only the struggle to move forward. Their progress wasn't for themselves, but perhaps truly for the family and friends around them. By then, their own image had vanished from their minds, filled only with the shadows of those around them. Perhaps they had already merged with the souls of those around them, making the responsibility of protecting everyone their ultimate goal. Even if all that remained was loneliness, even if they were ultimately unrecognized by the world, they continued to forge ahead, without regret. We don't know what the world will look like, but I now have a rough outline of it. The world's shape, perhaps even its foundation, but everything has changed.