Demon Lord 3

Thinking back to the team before, I sigh with nostalgia. Perhaps I still have half the team by my side. Perhaps I should be content. I should be content. If I dwell on the past every moment, I'll lose more and more. I remember wondering back then, if no one I knew was by my side, would the world still be the same? Perhaps it isn't anymore. Perhaps the names have changed. Perhaps everything around me will be different. Or perhaps I won't be the same person again. When I face the Dark Emperor and the True God alone, will I still be myself? Back then, I had courage, the encouragement of my companions, the cultivation of my family, the support of others. But I won't be myself then. I'll be burdened with so much. Perhaps I'll have forgotten my original purpose. What was that? My parents' words of health, happiness, and safety might no longer matter. Perhaps my worldview would have become distorted. Would I still be as passionate as I was then? The drama within me would no longer serve me, and my life would eventually become a thing of the past. Is that path truly a path of no return? If that were the case, whether I should set foot there wouldn't be much help. Thinking about it now wouldn't help me much, but I couldn't help myself. Every thought dragged me back to where I was supposed to be. I wanted to change my mind, I wanted to escape, but who would let me? Born to be admired by everyone, wasn't that the price to pay? Paying for what should have been an ordinary life, paying for the extraordinary beauty I was destined for. Perhaps this was how my life was meant to be, perhaps it was meant to be extraordinary. Perhaps in my last life, I made a vow to myself: I could only be outstanding, not ordinary. I would live an extraordinary life, and whatever the cost, I would accept it. Ordinary might be too cruel for me. I couldn't accept an ordinary life. Although I would have to pay more in the future, perhaps everything, I was willing to accept it. If I truly lived an ordinary life, I would be faced with a series of old ideologies, such as the preference for sons over daughters, from birth. Perhaps that wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was being left alone, abandoned from birth. If someone adopted me, that would be the least of my worries, only to be toiled away as a laborer at home. If my current family were to prioritize boys over girls, or if there were a series of similar issues, I would be the first to speak out against them. I would also have the confidence to argue for these things as a matter of course. I believe that my pampering at home is a matter of course, not something I should be left out in the cold or abandoned. But if I were to settle for mediocrity, then perhaps I would have to endure all of this, and getting married and having children wouldn't be my choice. I understood something from watching the news before: perhaps the woman's right to an epidural, if she hadn't jumped from the building, wouldn't have been granted to a woman. Or perhaps this is all hype. Many people have seen through everything and think they know it all, so why can't they change the world? Without considering the problem, the fundamental person will only see through one layer only to be blinded by another. How can you jump out of the chess game to observe how many layers of clouds are obscuring your eyes? If someone had truly pushed me like that, I would have done something they would regret for the rest of their lives. I'm so resolute because I refuse to accept being ordinary. If I truly accepted my fate, I would have followed in their footsteps. But I refuse. I don't believe this is what I deserve. I believe my life is in my own hands, but that won't be the case. Even now, and in the future, I won't be in control of my own destiny. I won't be like the ordinary people at the bottom of society, accepting this fate. But how can I influence the path I take from now on? If I don't venture out into the world, if I act like a child, if I try to escape from life, how will those around me view me? I might be even worse than the woman in the delivery room, even worse than the neglected daughter at home. In my mind, perhaps the Dark Emperor is an unsurpassable being. What then are the true gods? What role will they play in my future life? How can I defeat them one by one? Will I become their slave? Will I serve them? Then maybe I might as well live an ordinary life. At least there is still a possibility of a turnaround, some actions that refuse to accept fate, and some topics that can attract attention.