Chapter 61 Reminiscence of Bygone Years
In the endless void, the existence of Exa, the Black Death Moon Goddess, is gradually dissipating. Her power, life, faith, information, and even the miraculous power she once took pride in are all melting away bit by bit in this nothingness.
It was as if she had never existed.
As this invisible force of the void eroded her soul, Exa felt a deep sense of sluggishness spreading through her. Her thoughts became sluggish, and her memories and perceptions began to distort. The past seemed to be erased, leaving only endless nothingness and a scattered consciousness.
She couldn't help but recall those distant times; the memories were as ethereal as a dream, fragments of recollection appearing and disappearing in her mind.
That was the scene at the moment of her birth—the eternal spark illuminating all things, the sun shining brilliantly, and the moon reflecting a sacred light in the sun's radiance. At that moment, she was given life and existence, born in radiance as an image of a spark.
"I was born from the moon's reflection of the sun's radiance," Exa whispered in the void, her initial definition of her existence. She was an unconscious creation of Starfire Eternal Brightness when she ascended to the throne, existing somewhere between a familiar and a follower. She was not a complete deity, nor was she an ordinary being; she was a part of Starfire Eternal Brightness's radiance, yet, because the distance between them was too great, she could never truly connect with him.
In the void, she recalled the three paths she faced at the moment of her birth, the path of eternal starlight: "hope, perseverance, and miracle."
Hope to observe reality, resist interference in reality, and let miracles distort reality.
Three paths, three destinies.
Naturally, Exa chose the "miracle of warping reality" without hesitation, for it was the most powerful path, brimming with the possibility of changing everything. She has never regretted that choice, not even now.
"But is it really not wrong?" A question suddenly arose in her mind. The choice that was once so firm had now become blurry.
She once thought that a "miracle" could turn everything around and reshape the world, but now she truly understands the cost of it all.
As time passed, the spread of nothingness, like a gentle yet cruel tide, resolutely annihilated every inch of her existence. The power she once believed in, the beliefs she had once pursued with reckless abandon, and the power that had overturned the entire plane—all withered like dried flowers, turning into ashes.
Exa's body and spirit were slowly torn apart by an invisible force, like dust, drifting away in the endless darkness.
At this moment, she remembered the technique called "Heart Demon Illusion Mirror Lake Sea Heaven Technique," a remnant of some technology she had captured from the eternal light of the starlight in her early days. It was a mysterious technique that allowed her to create false personalities. Initially, she didn't pay much attention to it, believing that her power was already strong enough and she didn't need to rely on these false things.
But as time went on, she gradually realized that violence and rule alone could not maintain the stability of the world. In order to control the world she ruled, she had to reluctantly create Tilia—the hypocritical and kind-hearted embodiment of the good cop.
"Tilya…" Exa murmured softly, her thoughts beginning to blur, drifting into an endless fog. Countless times she had loathed this false persona, believing it to be nothing more than a cover for her own power, a hypocritical existence created to rule the world.
Tilia—that eternally righteous, eternally sunny, eternally kind being, that hypocrite who, no matter how viciously she was beaten and scolded, no matter how much she was twisted, always remained steadfast and unwavering in trying to correct herself every day and pull her back towards tolerance and kindness.
"Tilia… she's really stupid and annoying." Exa found it absurd and laughable that she would even think of Tilia. She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "That stupid idiot, how could she be so stupid that she didn't know she was just a dummy until she died."
Now, Exa's soul is struggling in boundless darkness, as if bound by countless invisible chains, constantly being pulled towards the bottomless abyss. Every thought, every idea, is like a shattered drop of water, disappearing into the ocean of nothingness.
Those memories that once shone like stars in her heart now seem like distant phantoms, blurry, ethereal, and devoid of warmth.
However, a familiar image seemed to keep surfacing involuntarily. It was Tilia's appearance—a being who always wore a smile, radiating a warm, sunny glow, moving back and forth in her memory.
The void continued to spread, and Exa's body began to fall apart. Her consciousness also became disjointed, and her thinking became increasingly sluggish.
Strangely, as the void devoured him, his brain cells died, and his soul shattered, Exa's thinking became simpler and more clumsy, yet increasingly focused on the source, seemingly beginning to understand the true clue.
A sudden, inexplicable sense of unease welled up within her, and she tried to grasp the question, but unfortunately, she could no longer think so clearly:
"Why is it that I am the embodiment of the ever-shining divine power of the starlight, yet my true nature can be so wicked?"
The question suddenly flashed into her mind and lingered there, causing endless distress, but there was no way she could get any answers anymore.
Exa's ego and personality have completely disintegrated, rendering her unable to concentrate on any kind of thinking. She is about to return to eternal sleep with her final doubts.
In his final moments, for no apparent reason, Exa thought of Tilia once again.
In a daze, I seemed to hear someone calling my name.