Chapter 282: The Last Ascendant

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

An orphan of an Ascendant who had just escaped from the trial was currently speeding through his secret home galaxy.

There was a tiny void realm fragment that only he knew about, and this passage had helped him escape from the claws of his compatriots countless times.

Subconsciously, he had already regarded this place as his home, a rare place that could stabilize his spiritual world.

After entering this place, the hallucinations that constantly disturbed his mind seemed to have weakened a little. The remaining instincts of his body made his exposed muscles unconsciously relax.

It was only at this time that he could get away from that crazy world a little and have the energy to think about other things, even to the point of saying these sentimental words.

“Alas, this time, 1 betrayed the Oracle and ignored it. I’m afraid it’ll be difficult for me to become a god again. I’ve lived for 2.2 million years in vain…”

He was probably a Fallen One who had lived the longest since the world became chaotic.

He didn’t even know how he managed to persevere through 2.2 million years of madness.

At the beginning of his memory, the galaxy was already in such a terrible state. His mother did not give birth to him out of any responsibility, but to find a better body to absorb the psionic power that filled the air.

However, his body was obviously too good. Out of self-defense, he killed his mother and absorbed the pitiful psionic remains.

From the moment he opened his eyes, he knew the cruelty of this world and struggled to survive.

He had tortured those who had lived longer than him to death, and he had also killed those who had greedy thoughts about him. He had been practicing the belief of living all the time.

However, as the psionic gradually seeped into every cell of his, he saw more and more illusions. In order to offset the pain brought by the illusions, he had to absorb more psionic power.

This formed a vicious cycle. At its most extreme, he even lost consciousness for more than 500 years. When he woke up with difficulty, he almost forgot who he was. Only the illusion of tearing something on his body reminded him of the cruelty of this world.

In order to be able to sense psionic more acutely, he and the rest of them had evolved to the point where only their sense of touch remained.

And tearing apart their compatriots as much as possible and bathing in the warm liquid was a way for them to become stronger faster.

When he was still young, he hated the fact that he was born in this terrible world.

There was no civilization here, so he had no way of knowing what the ideal world would be like. However, from a children’s book that he accidentally obtained, he learned the concept of home.

He could not read, but he could understand images. From that moment on, the home became the spiritual pillar that supported his chaotic mental world from collapsing.

There was a reason why he had been able to live for two hundred thousand years. Positive mental guidance would always slow down his breakdown.

This secret galaxy that only he knew about naturally became his home. As long as he came here, he could enjoy a moment of peace.

However, cruelty had never left everyone in this galaxy. Below the peace was bloody competition.

“Forget it, why would I risk his life for this? 1’11 cultivate for the time being…”

After the Fallen One was done regretting, he changed his peaceful posture. It was so familiar that it was like an instinctive greed. Even without looking, it was displayed on every inch of his muscles.

The psionic power in his body began to spread out uncontrollably due to his excitement, forming a faint psionic mist around him. He, who was unwilling to waste any bit of psionic power in the past, had unconsciously changed his mind because of the pleasure of eating that he was about to get.

Stepping on his psionic, he flew into a certain planet in the galaxy. Gravity seemed to have no effect on him.

This was a planet that was named home by the gods, but it was actually a hell called home.

One could see that in a certain crater on the planet, a large number of corpses of their compatriots were piled up. Some of them were still trembling slightly and did not seem to be completely dead.

After the Fallen One arrived, he moved a large rock that fit perfectly into the crater and pressed it into the crater. It twisted and rotated from time to time, making an unpleasant squeezing sound.

It was like pounding garlic, but the stuffing was different.

The river flowed down the volcanic crater and into a lake. The fallen one couldn’t wait to enter the lake and enjoy the sumptuous dinner.

It was also the last supper.

Suddenly, a group of people erupted from the lake. It turned out that they were all degenerates like him.

Logically speaking, escaping was the best solution at this moment. However, at this moment, this Fallen One only had one thought in his mind, and that was to protect his home.”

A completely different spirit appeared in the same person, and positive spirits always allowed psionic users like them to do many incredible things.

In the end, the Fallen One killed all the invaders and successfully defended his home. However, he also lost most of his body and had no chance of survival.

At the moment of death, the world seemed to be much quieter. There were no torturous illusions, no scheming social interactions, only the peace of being at home.

As his consciousness gradually faded away, the Fallen One seemed to realize that a certain part of his sealed memory seemed to have been shaken, but he was too lazy to care about this matter.

This was because he saw the appearance of a god in the spiritual world. It was a very intellectual and beautiful fellow who was completely different from them.

He always felt that God was very similar to them. It was as if God was actually the same kind as them. However, he did not want to think about this matter.

He only wanted to say the words that he had suppressed in his heart for a long time and had only had the chance to say now:

“Gods, why did you create this f*cking world?”

Then, it was dead silent.

Everything that happened in this galaxy was silently observed by some Ascendant.

She was currently on a strange planet that was filled with mechanical creations that she hated.

However, she had no choice but to come into contact with these things, because only then could she completely monitor this galaxy.

She naturally heard the last words of the Fallen One. Perhaps she did not expect the other party to still be rational at the moment of death. After a moment of silence, she muttered to herself as if she was answering,

“I’m sorry, but… I’ll try my best to fix it…The mistake caused by us…”

After saying that, she sat back on a mechanical device that was full of wires. With the sound of electric currents, she returned to the state of monitoring the entire galaxy.

However, she did not finish her words. She began to mechanically repeat her responsibility as if she wanted to stabilize her mind.

“I am the last of the Ascendant. I woke up after a long period of freezing…”

“1 vow never to give up and to pass on the spirit we bear forever.”

“I swear that I will never compromise and shed my last drop of blood to correct this galaxy…”

“No matter what..”