Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 244 The Delayed Doomsday

Just four days ago, Roberts was an ant powerless against the awe-inspiring power of the resurrected shadow; four days later, the situation has completely reversed. The arrogant and conceited monster is in a sorry state, while the tiny ant sits above it.

"Monster, how does it feel to possess my daughter's body?"

Gritting his teeth, the once-renowned mercenary drew a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the forehead of the "daughter" before him. Tracking down a shadowy figure was normally impossible, but what if he wasn't actually tracking a shadowy figure?
The body inhabited by the shadowy figure was his daughter. Relying on the close blood ties between father and daughter, and with the support of the wondrous magic he had learned in the past, Roberts, the Witcher, finally located the shadowy figure.

After four days and four nights of searching, the wretched monster was now right in front of him, and a single bullet would be enough to kill it. But now, to let the monster die so easily felt like too good a deal to Roberts.

Its vertical snake eyes were fixed on the man in front of it, as it pondered how to escape.

"Hehe... Heheheheheha ...

Despite having cold metal pressed against his forehead, the dark figure burst into laughter.

Roberts frowned slightly. His daughter had a clear, melodious laugh, but the same voice only filled him with deep disgust when the monster in front of him laughed.

Suppressing his displeasure, he cursed angrily.

"FUCKYOU! What are you laughing at!"

"I laugh at an ignorant mortal who, with the chance to save his life right in front of him, wants to erase it with his own hands."

Its cold, serpentine eyes fixed on the mortal before it, and a deep voice rang out.

"I know what you want. What can a mortal who has lost his lover and daughter ask for?"

The shadowy figure didn't finish speaking, but what it left unsaid was quite easy to guess.

For decades, Roberts had always believed that he would never waver when holding a gun, but this time, he felt his hand tremble slightly.

Roberts felt his lips were dry and said tremblingly.

"You...you mean..."

"Of course, I can resurrect them."

The cold, vertical pupils stared at Roberts in front of it. It could sense that Roberts was in the midst of a huge shock, and the most important thing right now was to stabilize him as soon as possible.

At this moment, it was too weak and could only rely on rhetoric to persuade Roberts to abandon his hostility.

"There is no way to resurrect in this world, but besides me, only I have the ability to bring life back from the brink of death."

A deep voice tried to persuade Roberts in front of him.

Its vertical snake eyes were fixed on the man in front of it. Once it got past this hurdle, nothing could stop it anymore.

Roberts's expression shifted, and after a long silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You...you really can resurrect them?"

"of course."

The shadowy figure realized that Roberts in front of him was wavering, and that just a little push would be enough for him to make a decision, so he answered affirmatively.

Of course I will resurrect them, after all, I keep my promises, but I didn't promise that I wouldn't eat you afterwards.

The shadowy figure silently added to itself that it didn't like making decisions under duress. Roberts, of course, was unaware of the shadowy figure's thoughts; he slowly lowered the gun in his hand, seemingly having made up his mind.

Looking at Roberts's vertical snake-like eyes, the shadowy figure curled up at the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile.

But the next instant, the gun that had been lowered was suddenly raised again...

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of bullets pierced his smooth forehead and froze the smile on his lips.

"I can't believe it..."

As he spoke silently, his pupils quickly lost focus.

Finally, the body lay on the beach, swaying with the rise and fall of the waves.

"Crash..."

The crimson color gradually spread in the seawater, while Roberts stood silently in front of the corpse. After a long while, he murmured something.

"Don't smile so disgustingly with my daughter's face on you, you monster."

……

Just five minutes later, in an underground building, the Freemason leaders received the message: "...on December 7, 2004, the target's remains were killed and have now been moved to...complete."

The brightly lit conference room was filled with men and women in suits, their expressions serious as they listened attentively to the report.

After listening to the report, the thin man at the head of the table gently took off his glasses. Although he tried his best to remain calm, it was obvious that his hands were trembling.

He swallowed hard, then said somewhat uncertainly.

"So...we're safe now?"

"I think... yes, the Great Demon King did not destroy the world in the year 2000."

One of the people below answered, and then these high-ranking and powerful figures looked at each other and suddenly burst into excited cheers. Some even hugged each other and wept with joy.

For those who knew the inside story, this was undoubtedly a joyous escape from disaster. For the past few days, they had lived in constant fear of the world's destruction, and now, the crisis was finally over.

Roman, sitting at the head of the table, also breathed a sigh of relief. As he leaned back in his chair, he suddenly realized that his back was already soaked with sweat.

"Really... I think I need to get a new shirt."

Roman shook his head.

So much has happened around the world these past few days, and the Freemasons will be responsible for a lot of the cleanup work.

……

One month later, in a sea of ​​flowers.

Roberts sat quietly, with four stone crosses in front of him bearing the names Betty, Wendy, Joan, and Kevin.

Betty, his first wife and his beloved; Wendy, his second wife and his best friend; Joan, his daughter, his treasure, the most precious thing in the world; Kevin, the child Wendy was pregnant with but not yet born. Although the gender of the child was unknown, Roberts still gave his child a unisex name.

"call……"

The wind blew through the sea of ​​flowers, and this evergreen flower field swayed in the wind, forming waves of blossoms. Roberts sat there blankly, doing nothing but staring at the tombstone in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I had a chance to wake you up, but I gave it up."

Roberts murmured to himself, then lowered his head.

"Actually, I know it's probably true. If I really agree, it might really be able to resurrect you. But that monster... it probably has never laughed, otherwise how could it not be aware of what it looks like when it laughs?"

“That monster was definitely up to no good… but I can’t forgive myself. I’m the one who left you all in that world forever…”

In the gentle breeze, the tiny human murmured to the tombstone. After a long while, he stopped and looked up at the sky.

"Wow..."

The wind swirled up large petals, carrying a subtle fragrance that filled the air; the scene was breathtakingly beautiful, and the sound of the wind seemed to mingle with the laughter of a woman. Amidst this sea of ​​flowers, a man gazed blankly at the petals falling from the sky, as if lost in thought.

Everything is over, but is it really all over?

……

Not far away, in a logging hut, a worker grinned.

"Damn monkey, how dare it scratch me."

Several claw marks and deep bloodstains were clearly visible on his neck, indicating a serious injury. This level of injury cannot be treated with just a band-aid.

As he spoke, the worker glanced outside and could vaguely see several monkeys gazing into the distance from the jungle. They dared not approach the human dwellings and were also beyond the range of the hunting rifles, so the worker was at a loss as to what to do with them.

The worker was scratched this time because he disturbed the monkeys' habitat, which led to a group of monkeys attacking him. It wouldn't have been a big deal at first, just a bunch of silly monkeys, but unexpectedly, one bold monkey accidentally lifted his protective gear and scratched his neck.

"Looks like I'll have to go to the hospital now, and I won't be able to continue working for a while."

The worker scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled, then glanced at the jungle and muttered angrily.

"FUCK! I'll take care of you bunch of stinky monkeys sooner or later."

Anyway, this jungle is only so big. Maybe in a few months they'll cut down all the trees that these monkeys live in. So what if it's delayed for a few days?
As the workers walked away, the monkeys, who had been watching, thumped their chests, let out sharp cries, and celebrated joyfully.

……

Time continued to move forward slowly, and the humans on Earth had no idea that they had just brushed past the apocalypse.

Deep within the earth, that invisible will still slumbers. Even with a moment of luck, the inevitable end will still come. This is its will, and no one can defy it.

(End of this chapter)