After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

"If it weren't for that yearning for the stars, for the mysterious and unknown, and for the ambition and thirst for truth... I wouldn't have become a wizard, and I wouldn't have met you."

"Being able to become a wizard of the Darkest Tower is perhaps the luckiest thing in my life."

"only--"

Charles paused slightly in his speech.

He looked around at the false gods who were staring intently at the star cup in his hand.

These false gods were once beings with flesh and blood, and were once the chosen ones of their respective civilizations.

They also made vows of protection to their people and relatives...

At the moment they chose to embark on the path to godhood, they may have harbored some lofty ideal and possessed a sincere initial aspiration.

only--

Throughout their long lives, they gradually forgot their true nature and the emotions they had as human beings.

Only their unwavering belief in becoming a true God and achieving eternity remained—this became the sole driving force behind their actions.

How morbid and twisted it is to resort to any means to achieve the true God!

How is it different from being a walking corpse?

If you forget your original aspirations, what's the point of becoming a so-called big shot in the multiverse?

The starlight that had been dancing in Charles's eyes gradually subsided as he approached Vimers's side.

Then, to the somewhat surprised look in the golden elf's eyes, he took her hand.

The Black Tower Master's hands were icy cold, soft, and fair.

Then, Charles looked directly into Vemus's pale golden eyes and spoke, word by word.

"Even the vast ocean of stars has an end, but ambition knows no bounds."

"While conquering the vast sea of ​​stars and exploring the ultimate mysteries of the universe..."

"I'd rather stop and appreciate the scenery along the way."

next moment.

click-

The sound of something cracking echoed quietly in the silent void.

Then, under the incredulous gaze of the false gods.

That dazzling star cup, which carries the throne of the true god and represents a meteoric rise to power—

And so it quietly shattered in Charles's hands.