Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 201 The meaning of life

"Morgan! Go! You can't die!"

A giant dragon mercilessly kicked its own "king" in the rear, then turned to face the endless tentacles in the sky: "This is a power that only they can resist! You must find the Demon King and the Goddess!"

Do not……

Morgan stretched out her dragon claws toward the sky, knowing it was pointless—

The Demon King and the so-called hero went to the Void Realm to duel, but... the Demon King knew about this.

That person's eyes could pierce through space, allowing them to see everything happening in the world through space, and moreover...

Even if the ominous forces have been watching this world all along, how could they possibly invade at this time? The Demon King just left, and they're invading right after? Aren't you afraid this is a trap set by the Demon King?

So, there is only one answer.

This invasion was orchestrated by the Demon King.

When the Demon King created the Void Realm battlefield in the world of the dead, she communicated and made a deal with the ominous. Therefore, at this moment, although tentacles are everywhere in the sky, the world has not been truly destroyed. The ominous is intensely permeating this world, but it has not yet truly touched the essence of this world.

People are alarmed by the impending doomsday, but the actual end of the world is still some time away.

What exactly is she trying to do? Morgan didn't know.

She never truly understood the Demon King's thoughts. From a very early time, from the birth of the dragon race, from the death of the oldest dragon king, and from the moment she took over as the king of the dragon race, she knew that she could never understand that life form.

She saw someone fighting against the tentacles. The goddess's power emanated from the person, capable of harming the tentacles, but that person was about to die.

He did not reach the level of the Demon King and the Goddess; he merely borrowed the Goddess's power. However, he could not truly bear that power forever, and he would die from exhaustion.

The Demon King is walking a tightrope—the ominous may have made a deal with her, but the ominous won't truly obey her. This invasion will inevitably have some kind of impact on the foundation of the world—perhaps even giving the ominous a real opportunity to counterattack the world, at which point even the Demon King will be…

If she wants to escape, where can she escape to?
This is her world.

Her own people, those who never listened to her, were fighting. As the Dragon King, should she flee? She couldn't locate the so-called Void Realm, nor did she have a way to reach the Land of the Dead... Under the influence of the ominous forces, even suicide to send her soul to the Land of the Dead would not succeed. The ominous forces would corrupt her soul, preventing her from reaching the world of the dead.

There's no escaping this place. Besides, since the tentacles have already spread into the world, the world beyond must already be filled with misfortune.

and so……

What is she going to do?
Morgan knew better than anyone that she had no way to resolve the situation; she had no choice but to take a gamble.

The Demon King traveled to the so-called Void Realm to duel the Hero. She didn't know the Hero, nor did she know what kind of being the one who supposedly defeated the Demon King was, whether his thoughts differed from the Demon King's, or whether their thoughts were the same, and whether such an event had been with his consent...

She could only take a gamble.

Betting on the annihilation of the entire sub-dragon species.

The dragon's blood pulsed at this moment.

The curse belongs to Moher's power. But when someone asked Moher why she didn't attack In Nefertari, she replied that it would only be a situation of mutual curses, which would do her no good.

That was real, at least—in the mind of Morgan, the Dragon King, it was real. The Demon King had no reason to lie for a dragon that he could easily erase over thousands or even tens of thousands of years. She was the source of the curse, but she couldn't stop it. Endure it, face it… using divine power to purify it was the only option she could use to fight the curse.

and so--

"I curse! I curse with the life of the Dragon King! I curse all unclean bloodlines, I curse all chaos, I curse the descendants of dragons!"

Her life was fading away.

And correspondingly...

In the void, the moment the great battle began, Moh and Doro's expressions changed simultaneously, because all the dragon subspecies in both armies were beginning to approach death.

Among them is a person who possesses the blood of a dragon.

Her name is Rose.

She suddenly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"This is!"

Yin Nefeld and Lisdowei separated instantly, and she almost blurted out, "A curse originating from bloodline! The Dragon King has cursed all his sub-dragons! What happened?!" Doro stared intently at Mohe almost instantly.

Mohe's face gradually broke into a smile: "Mr. Doro, don't worry, Rose won't die. Although she does have the blood of a dragon, she also has the blood of a black goat and a cat—so she will lose two of her attributes, but she will still stand up and won't die completely."

"what have you done?"

Moh's golden and silver eyes gleamed as he met Doro's gaze: "Mr. Doro, do you think our war right now is nothing more than a farce? The many life forms here are enough to change the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing overall structure, overall situation, and overall dynamics), yet so many legions and so many powerful individuals are confined to this cramped space, waging a sham war. This is a project to please us, but for the many life forms that exist in this world, it is truly an insult."

These eyes felt unfamiliar to Doro.

These eyes were completely different from the eyes of Moher that Doro had seen before. Unlike the eyes that were always full of mockery and seemed to be playing tricks, these eyes were completely indifferent and cold. They were looking at him so intently, yet Doro felt his hands and feet were cold.

Because these eyes hold nothing but themselves.

Mohe withdrew her gaze, rose from the illusory throne, her long legs treading on the void, and looked down at everything below: "Mr. Doro, the only truly eternal life forms in this world are you and me. What is the meaning of life for you and me?"

"What exactly are you talking about?"

"This world cannot stop you. Since the war here is still going on, why don't we go back to that world and take a look?"

Her gaze was icy as she swept over the camps of both the Demon King and the Human King: "The war continues as before, do you understand?"

Her voice was low, yet it reached everyone's ears instantly. Even those beings without hearing understood Mohe's command in their minds. Then, a door appeared in the void, and Mohe leaned halfway into it: "Mr. Doro, please follow me."

Doro also rose from the illusory throne and followed without hesitation.

The main character is gone, should this battle continue?
You must continue—after all, it is the Demon King's will.

The moment Doro stepped back into his original world, he saw A. Godora.

Holding the sword of a hero, wearing the armor of a hero, A Godora raises his sword to the sky.

That imposter version of myself.

He didn't know what his new name was, but he was already dead.

In the sky, tentacles of healing appeared, and beside this dead imposter, the Dragon King's life was fading.

Moher walked up to the Dragon King, her gaze icy: "I gave you a place to stay because I liked the dragons. As long as you dragons stay obediently at sea, nothing will happen to you—you say you are loyal to me, but you do such a thing. Do you think you are great?"

"I have never betrayed my loyalty to you."

Morgan grew weaker, but she still said, "You've achieved your goal, haven't you?"

Moher laughed. Now, the mature and alluring woman's laughter was breathtaking: "You understand me. But that's the meaning of life, Morgan."

She turned to look at Doro there, and opened her arms.

Countless scenes flashed before Doro's eyes: people trembled in fear all over the world; in some places, the strong who had never participated in the war, hidden away, soared into the sky; in others, evil and chaos were raging, yet great and kind people were also performing acts of justice. All these scenes were reflected before Doro.

Ever since Moher and Doro returned, the writhing tentacles in the sky have become a mere backdrop; as long as these two exist, the world will not be destroyed.

"Do you understand, Mr. Doro?"

It was just like the conversation between Moher and Doro in the past, but at this moment, it was completely different.

"For those who cannot reach eternity, the meaning of their lives lies in sacrifice! To sacrifice for their desires, to sacrifice for their glory, to sacrifice for their desires—a short life, a life that will eventually pass away. To sacrifice this life and exchange it for something more brilliant and dazzling, that is the meaning of life."

"So do you understand now? How much the war that takes place in that illusory realm defiles the meaning of life? It's because you're so willful, you don't want to see sacrifices, that I had to create such a battlefield. And to avoid injustice, you want to take me with you to the battlefield, you want to supervise me closely, and if I'm not in this world—"

She pointed to the sky: "Look, these things are coming! Things called ominous, things banished from this world by me and the goddess, things that once invaded this world and devoured the World Tree. They will once again attack this world. You see, I, this wicked, evil demon king, have always been... protecting this world!"

She is laughing.

Her smile was somewhat familiar; it was that contemptuous smile from the past, as if it were mocking something, as if it were laughing at Doro's foolishness.

She's always been like this.

She's been like this ever since we met at the tavern.

(End of this chapter)