Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 283 Savior?!

In the midst of chaos, I heard a sound.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

It was as if someone was repeating a sentence over and over again. The voice was unfamiliar, yet it felt very familiar, as if it were especially dear to me.

I opened my eyes and found myself inside a floating building.

The building, with its highly technological style, has no excessive decorations. It is as simple as a typical spherical room. It seems to be maintained by a state-of-the-art anti-gravity technology, allowing the body to float easily in the air without any strange sensation.

In one corner of this spherical room, the first thing you see is a curled-up child, holding his head and murmuring softly. His clothes are no different from those of ordinary space humans, except that some of the patterns are particularly ancient.

Outside the transparent walls, one can see the gloomy, dark sky, with thunder and lightning swirling in the clouds, and flashes of lightning occasionally illuminating the dim world.

In the distance, one can vaguely see a deep and enormous dark object, its body stretching across the sky and earth, slowly approaching.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

The child shook his head absently, talking incessantly.

For some reason, the man felt an immediate sense of warmth upon seeing the child.

She stood up, then stepped forward, gently stroking the child's messy head, and said softly.

"Why are you crying? Is something making you sad?"

The child seemed to notice the large hand above his head, then lifted his head from between his knees, revealing his face.

Upon seeing that face, an indescribable terror coiled around the man like a venomous snake, causing him to shudder and take a few steps back.

Those were not human faces; they were as fine as grains of sand, millions of faces piled up to form that blurry, indistinct face, indistinguishable between men and women, beautiful and ugly, only showing despair and fear on each and every face.

The face called human.

"Sorry……"

When that face spoke, millions of faces spoke at the same time, their voices as loud as bells, solemn and desperate.

"We couldn't do anything...we couldn't do anything..."

The “human consciousness,” which was called the Great Will by the psychic masters and the emperor, now spoke in despair through millions of voices.

Countless memories flooded the man like a tide, but only a very small fraction were absorbed by him. Even those few were enough to witness the apocalypse in the eyes of the many—the death of humanity.

"Roar……"

Outside the floating building, a huge and deep dark object roared and crashed violently against the building. The transparent, glass-like floating building was littered with debris and looked like it was about to collapse.

Everything around me was shattering, like a dream.

"We accomplished nothing..."

In the blurred ears, there were only the cries of millions of faces.

……

Everything before my eyes shattered and then reformed into reality.

In the dark and silent depths of space, a cold, pale face looked down at her, a face as cold as the wind, a body as thin as a ghost, and a hazy black mist shrouded her, transforming into a dress adorned with starlight.

He was being held in the palm of this woman who seemed like the Grim Reaper.

"Son of Adam, make your choice, the path to the Savior is already before you."

He spoke with a pale, cold face.

The man felt that gaze was so intense that he could hardly breathe.

"Who are you."

The pale-faced girl didn't speak, but images flashed before the man's eyes: 1800 years ago, a man and a woman were struggling to traverse the back of a serpent. Then, just as they were on the verge of death, a pale-faced girl appeared, saving them and providing them with a small haven on the giant serpent's back.

So the man with facial paralysis and the violent woman settled down in this small world, and together with later immigrants, they built up small settlements.

Throughout this, a mysterious figure always appears, guiding people in times of extreme peril. Generation after generation, people began to worship this serpent woman, forming obscure cults and rituals, as well as a shaman who served the serpent woman.

And so, more than a thousand years passed, until a demigod fell onto the back of a serpent.

"Sister Snake Maiden, please, you must have a way to save everyone, right..."

After many events, the priestess, who had recently become a mother, knelt before the pale-faced statue of the snake woman and pleaded with the statue.

But the statue remained silent.

She could offer these humans a great deal of help, but only if it didn't go against her father's will. Her father didn't care about having a few more tiny parasites on him, but that enormous ring world was destined to be food for snakes, and she couldn't and didn't want to stop it.

However, after becoming a mother, the shrine maiden's will became so firm that she was no longer the naive and ignorant girl she once was.

So the snake woman was finally moved and bestowed a blessing upon her child:
A blessing to become a savior.

When the world is on the brink of destruction, and humanity is plunged into despair, the child born of a demigod and a serpent will become the savior, guiding humanity onto a new path. At that time, humanity will be saved and escape its inevitable extinction.

Now, the born hero, the blessed savior, has met his destiny.

"Choose, son of Adam."

With a pale face looking down at the tender hero in his palm, he said softly.

The man gazed at the scenes before him, each one corresponding to his past memories, which explained many of his confusions.

"What if I choose to be the savior?"

“Long ago, the Father of the Serpent promised you that he would give you a world on his back, a world that could hold all of humanity. You will lead humanity to the Father of the Serpent's back and live there forever.”

The Way of the Snake Woman.

The man remained silent.

Looking down, there was a void that had been completely swallowed up by the giant serpent.

Gone are the giant blue stars, gone are the magnificent ring worlds; only a coiled colossal serpent remains. Beneath it lies the incredible serpent, stretching its body with ease, each rustle of its massive, mountain-like scales clearly conveying the composure and ruthlessness of this colossal being.

Powerful, fearful, desperate...

Just looking at this incredible monster evokes a profound sense of powerlessness; it is something that mere mortals cannot possibly contend with.

No matter what, accepting the snake woman's advice is the best option.

The man clutched his head, feeling a throbbing pain. Countless blurry memories flashed wildly, and a desperate, wailing soul wept, affecting the last survivor of this ring world. He lowered his head and spoke slowly.

"Do you know why Mom secretly brought me to Ringworld in the end?"

The snake woman did not answer.

The man suddenly laughed.

"Because in the end she told me she didn't want to make the choice for me; she wanted me to make the choice. And now, my choice is..."

He raised his head, then his face contorted with rage as he pointed a finger at the pale girl in front of him.

"Go to hell, you filthy bitch! Get the hell out of here!!!"

This was the first time this usually rigid and stubborn person had been so angry.

A surge of anger relentlessly eroded his reason. Those tormented souls, those desperate memories, made him, for the first time, no longer consciously control his emotions, letting his anger erupt uncontrollably.

Savior?
Is this what they call a savior? A monster slaughters half of humanity in the entire galaxy, and then leads that other half to its back, begging for the monster's mercy? Are they supposed to loudly praise that monster?

The dead souls began to gather, and immense spiritual energy converged on the man, their resentment from before death echoing his words.

The dead are laughing, the dead are resentful, the dead are angry.

Faced with this powerful force, the pale-faced girl remained expressionless, only speaking softly.

"My Father is the only one who can ensure the continuation of humankind, son of Adam."

The girl is a Norn who serves fate; she is born with knowledge of the past, future, and present, and she can see the trajectory of destiny. Apart from the Serpent Father, no other power can ensure the eternal continuation of humanity.

But the girl was met with the man's anger.

"roll!"

The man's eyes were filled with lightning, and his roar created a violent psionic storm in the void.

The storm trembled, shattering the ethereal body...

Within the world of his belly, at the very top of the mountains and the sky, the God-King opened his eyes.

His lifeless, empty eyes were devoid of color, and he only murmured.

"A hero? A hero who is not yet fully grown? Someone who is capable of challenging fate, but unfortunately... you were born too late."

……

After that roar, the man lost consciousness again, and then found himself back in the floating building.

The child was still crying with his face covered, while an image was playing repeatedly on the screen next to him.

In prehistoric times, around 20,000 BC, a group of men raised their spears and stabbed the god Huhulugu, but in the end, Huhulugu strangled and swallowed them all.

The god-slayers lost.

The man had realized who was attached to him: the collective consciousness of all humanity, an invisible entity called the "Great Will."

Half of humanity lives on the Ring World, and when this half of humanity dies, the Great Will weeps.

We are very sad.

The child covered his face and choked back tears.

I'm very sad too.

The man was unusually calm at this moment, and said softly.

We don't want to die.

A figure silently watching the spaceship flashed before the man's eyes. He paused for a moment, then spoke.

I don't want you to die either.

We lost.

The child sat listlessly, looking bewildered.

But the man shook his head.

No.

Then he thought for a moment and added.

We lost, but we haven't lost yet.

The children looked up, revealing millions of faces filled with anticipation, but then looked down again, their expressions turning to disappointment.

You are a born hero, and perhaps we have always been waiting for you to appear, but now... you have arrived too late.

It's not too late if it appears now.

The man said softly.

The child remained silent, then vanished from the man's mind. At the same time, an invisible yet powerful force surged into his body, just as the great will of the former emperor had chosen him, choosing this last survivor of the ring world to become humanity's embodiment among the stars.

Born heroes, please guide us and tell us what we should do.

A childlike, great will guides mortals, yet it yearns to be guided by heroes. Just as the emperor once unified the entire human world, the emperor once guided it, directing the entire human world with the will of one person.

His body was undergoing a rapid transformation. His once clear black and white eyes were now clouded with chaos, churning with storms and tides. The son of a demigod had finally embarked on the path of his fathers, and even surpassed them.

Silently sensing this change, Hasegawa took a deep breath.

"Don't always think about being guided by heroes; you should also believe in the power and wisdom of ordinary people. Even the wisest person can make a mistake, and even the most foolish person can have a stroke of genius. No one wins forever, and no one loses forever."

"However, these grand principles are for future generations to hear. Right now, there's only one thing I need to do..."

Gazing at the giant serpent leisurely gliding through space, the man produced a spear and raised it with force.

The god-slayer from 50,000 years ago, the god-slayer from 50,000 years later.

In a daze, nearly 5 years ago, in the year 22525 of the Galactic Calendar, time and space were unified at this moment.

The man resolutely threw his spear and roared at the monster.

"I'll fuck your mother!"

(End of this chapter)