Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 240 A Predestined Death

Although the voice said this, its tone was completely flat.

Before the man stood a radiant, powerful body, arms crossed, gazing at him. In the radiance, he could vaguely see long, flowing hair that resembled flames, and his appearance was godlike.

"Heh, that curse from back then, Yin, you don't actually think that because I can only appear in avatars, you can use a mere curse to fight me, do you?"

The godlike figure sneered.

The curse that grants men immortality and eternal life is the curse of a former omniscient and omnipotent being. The serpent of the past was powerless to break this curse, for it neither possessed nor was interested in such things. However, the curse could not stop the serpent of the past from killing Cain.

But now, the curse that the snake once disregarded seems to have become the man's greatest trump card.

The man remained silent, refusing to utter another word.

"If that's all there is to it, then die here."

The godlike figure spoke, simply extending a hand. In a daze, that enormous hand grew larger and larger in Cain's vision...

Before he knew it, the man felt the scene in front of him change. He was no longer in that lava world, but appeared in a bright and pure white world.

The world was vast, so vast that even with his limited vision, he could hardly see it all. He could only vaguely make out a few pillars reaching to the sky at the horizon. Then, those pillars seemed to be falling. The pillars seemed to be falling very slowly, but the tops of the giant pillars, which were originally no bigger than a grain of rice, were expanding wildly in the man's eyes, growing larger and larger.

First it was the size of a grain of rice, then the size of a bamboo shoot, then the size of a large tree, a boulder, a house, and even a mountain. Finally, the shadow atop the fallen pillar covered the entire sky, shrouding everything in sight in its shadow.

The man's eyes were slightly cold.

No, those weren't giant pillars, but rather fingers. Without realizing it, I had fallen into "its" palm.

The man raised his head, and although there was only the colossal pillar blocking out the sun above him, he seemed to be able to see the indifferent face and the cold, serpentine eyes on that pillar.

It was as if it were saying, "Little bug, just die here."

This time, even the curse might not be able to help him. Although he didn't know why, the man had this vague feeling.

Looking at the colossal pillar overhead that blocked out the sun, the man let out a low roar, his body suddenly swelled up a bit, and he raised his hands high. Then, the colossal pillar that blocked out the sun crashed down.

"Rumble..."

In an instant, the "ground" beneath his feet began to shake violently, and immense pressure pressed down on him, causing his knees to involuntarily bend slightly. The curse was indeed taking effect, sending even greater force back at the other party, but... the giant pillar was also constantly increasing its own pressure.

Perhaps your strength is enough to lift mountains and raise the sky, but what if the opponent is a pillar of heaven thousands of miles high? An entire planet? An entire star? Could you still lift it?
He stared blankly at his palm, ignoring the blood seeping from it, and slowly increased the pressure, as calmly as if he were crushing a small insect.

"..."

A strange creaking sound was coming from the arm that was supporting him on the giant pillar, as if his bones were about to break. The man pursed his lips and inexplicably began to chant a spell.

As the strange incantation resounded, a subtle power surged on a level imperceptible to ordinary people, eventually stirring this space-time.

In different times and spaces, Cain is seen resting with his eyes closed in a secret room, walking naked on the earth, silently tilling the land with a hoe, sitting on a throne being worshipped by his followers, lying on the grass gazing at the stars in the night sky, swimming in the ocean... Regardless of the era or the actions, these men in different times and spaces all feel the call from a special time.

Above, the snake's eyes, sensing this spatial and temporal upheaval, showed a hint of surprise.

This is……

Then, a series of passages emitting strange light appeared beside the man, and from them emerged men dressed differently, some ornate and some simple, but all with identical expressions... the men themselves.

"Is this still the decision?"

"It seems it was ultimately unavoidable."

"...I'm sorry, Lily, I might have to break my contract."

"..."

Looking at the scene before them, among these people, some were expressionless, some were hesitant, and some were muttering to themselves, each seemingly having their own thoughts.

With his arms bearing immense pressure, Cain gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty.

"Help……"

The man pleaded, a rare occurrence for him.

"Since it's my future self, there seems to be no need to refuse."

"I don't care."

"Fight it? Future self, your audacity surprises me somewhat."

"..."

How many parts can a person's past be divided into? It seems countless.

But even time is not isolated. Gravity interferes with time, as does matter, and so does energy. The more powerful an entity is, the more it influences that invisible time.

For mortals, their past might be divided into a self with each breath, and on a vast timeline measured in centuries, hundreds of millions of selves could exist simultaneously. But for these powerful beings whose very existence inevitably influences their past, their bodies occupy this timeline, and the number of selves across the entire timeline is not that many, not to mention that not every Cain is willing to come and help them.

Thirteen. Only thirteen Cains from different timelines came, and only thirteen Cains chose to help him.

What can thirteen mortal demigods, capable of lifting up the stars, do when they come together?

His brow furrowed, immense force emanating from his palm, blood gushing out, and with a crack, several fingers snapped off. Thirteen beams of light suddenly shot out, heading straight for his face.

"Die!"

But when the thirteen beams of light flew by, they seemed to hit thin air, and the ethereal figures vanished from the spot.

Not far away, he glanced at the thirteen people standing in front of him, then looked down at his severed finger. The flesh and blood surged rapidly, growing back to its original state. A new bloody gash appeared on his cheek.
"A wondrous spell, summoning yourself from different times and spaces? Heh, it seems like some deity taught you that."

He spoke in a deep voice.

"However, it seems you can't call upon your future self, huh? Is it because you didn't call upon them, or because they didn't respond to your calls? Or is it simply that they can't respond at all? Heh."

Licking the bloodstains on his cheek, the wounds disappeared. As if sensing something amusing, the radiant, godlike figure let out a low laugh.

The man opposite him remained indifferent. As it had said, he could no longer perceive his future self; he had no future.

"Even if I really die in the future, I might take something with me. What could it be? Could it be your life?"

Even though he was aware of his own death, the man spoke calmly.

"Ha, really? Let's see if that's true."

His lips curled into a grin.

In an instant, the thirteen figures vanished from their spot. No, they didn't vanish suddenly; rather, their speed was so great that even light could hardly detect them.

Sublight speed? Faster than light speed? Neither!
In the ruins of this old world, there is no such thing as the speed of light; the speed of everything is limitless, as long as you can achieve it. Only in this old world can Cain unleash his full potential without restraint.

"Bang!!!"

The light that surpassed light collided with that radiance, but suddenly encountered an even more overwhelming force. A giant hand reached out and pinched one of the beams of light.

"So fast."

They were powerless to resist, and their heads, gripped tightly by the large hand, burst open like a watermelon.

Instead of laughing, it bared its hideous fangs.

"You bug, who gave you permission to come near me?!"

With a sudden slam, the light crashed into the earth, instantly destroying the fragile alternate dimension projection. But at the same time, other figures also attacked.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

In an instant, just a moment, those two large hands exchanged more than ten thousand punches with the twelve figures, and then, one by one, the figures shattered.

"I can't beat my future self."

"So strong..."

"..."

Only those last lingering thoughts remained, and one by one, the figures returned to the past. In the end, only oneself remained.

The large hand had already landed, and he could only manage to raise his hands, but he still couldn't withstand the heavy force.

"boom!!!!!!"

A beam of light fell from the sulfur-scented sky, tearing a long chasm across the lava-covered earth, a chasm that stretched all the way to the ends of the earth.

"Cough cough cough."

He coughed incessantly, spitting out various broken organs from his mouth.

One eye was already blind, the ejected eyeball lying not far from the man; his body had been blasted into a pulpy mess, nothing more than pieces of flesh. But even so, these fragmented pieces of flesh were still trying to come together, and even the ejected eyeball was slowly wriggling, attempting to return.

It seems that no matter what, they will not die.

Whether he is chopped into tiny pieces or eaten by his own vampire descendants, he will still live, no matter the means. This is the punishment for killing his brother, a curse that gives Cain an immortal body and prevents him from ever feeling his own heartbeat again.

Neither the food nor the air had any taste. There was no pain, no joy; it was like being a cold, lifeless corpse.

This curse, which Cain once loathed, has now become his greatest asset in surviving.

"Squeak..."

Suddenly, a foot stepped on his head, catching him off guard and stomping him into the mud.

"Now, do you still dare to spout nonsense?"

A cold voice spoke from above.

It remained silent as always, just when that voice thought it had finally given in...

"Ah……"

A weak yet mocking laugh rang out.

He knew he had suffered a crushing defeat, but so what? No matter how strong you are, I can still laugh at you now. You were repeatedly provoked by a "little bug" that you look down on, and even had your finger broken. And what can you do? Kill me? But I don't care about life or death. Killing me won't quell your rage.

The snake's upright pupils contracted slightly, becoming even colder.

"You seem to think that with this curse, I have no way to deal with you?"

He spoke in a deep voice.

For some reason, Cain vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but what was there to fear for someone who didn't even care about death?
A finger extended in front of him and then landed on his chest.

"...plop...plop..."

Within that chest, a voice that had not been heard for countless years resounded. After tens of thousands of years, that deep and resonant voice once again transported the blood that had congealed to his entire body.

"Now that I possess both divine and demonic power, do you really think I can't break this curse...? Heh, for mortals, some things are worse than death."

A low laugh rang out again.

But he didn't hear that voice again. After tens of thousands of years, waves of memories that had been sealed away and emotions that had been frozen over surged back into his mind.

Those memories have always remained vividly in my mind, but the past seemed to be filtered through a lens, everything was a black and white still photograph, lifeless. But now, those black and white memories have been adorned with color, even come alive again, as if those people and events had just happened.

One incident after another, scene after scene, and... that figure.

"Ah... Ahh ...

A mournful cry echoed from the deep canyon.

(End of this chapter)