I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Real human nations are not so simple.

As long as one is alive, one will be distinguished as superior or inferior, and after being distinguished as superior or inferior, special existences will emerge.

The reality is far more brutal than imagined.

On the one hand, it provides opportunities for everyone and celebrates equality.

On the one hand, it does not allow anyone to succeed and relentlessly pushes others into the abyss.

How cruel and pathetic is the world constructed by such humans.

I can't find a sense of reality in this world.

To blend in, battered and bruised, under the guise of disguise, is merely to cling to a sliver of hope for something important.

That kind of self is undoubtedly hypocritical.

For this reason, Du Wei hated this sorrow and hypocrisy.

The beauty felt through the "experience" was so pure and gorgeous that I didn't think the original 127 worlds could have such a stage.

I yearn for such a pure and immaculate world, like snow.

Praise purity, hate hypocrisy.

They cannot accept that they cannot find anything important, nor can they accept dying in such an inhuman way.

That precious purity is as beautiful as a gemstone.

Let's shed the pretense and leave behind the pure.

This is what Du Wei desires.

That's why the Mercury Serpent became interested in him.

Du Wei, an empty existence, still wanted to live even at the brink of death, and even burst forth with such surging emotions.

This is entirely an unexpected unknown.

Now, Du Wei has put his past behind him.

Because he gradually found the feeling of being alive.

He was saved the day Bavanshi saved him.

Now, three great calamities have befallen Britain.

Even if it meant being poisoned by snakes, he was determined to save Britain.

Stripping away the pretense leaves only the purest essence; let me bring this utopia to life.

"Ughh ...

Under the influence of "poison," it unleashes a domineering roar.

Du Wei’s desire is realized here.

...divide...line...

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Those who achieve dominance must possess this degree of distortion in some way.

This chapter represents the protagonist's desires; it's quite important.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Creation. I think, therefore I am. [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

"[et.ar.ma.et.verba.vulnerant.Et.arma.]"

A voice, incomprehensible to those from another world, drifted from beside my ears.

A smile appeared on the snake's lips.

The joyful expression on his face was like that of an idiot, yet it contained genuine blessings and love.

Exotic chants flowed from his lips.

Even if Du Wei doesn't want to listen, it will still flow into his mind.

The snake venom's unusual effects are stimulating; what was done at the beginning seems to have been preparation for this moment.

It swept through consciousness like a storm.

In an instant, the will flowing from the "seat" was transcended and manifested.

"【Null.um.crimen.majus.est.inobedientia (Ignorance is the ultimate sin)."

Du Wei is awakening his domineering desires.

The woven chant is like an abyss.

It is a terrifying ballad that corrupts people wherever they go, filled with murderous intent and hatred.

"【Ubi.jus.ibi.remedium (Redemption is based on pure rights)."

It was Du Wei himself who aroused the desire.

The snake lurking in the shadows merely brought it to life.

They didn't do anything too outrageous.

There is only one exception.

A gemstone with the mass of the sun is being sent out, unnoticed by anyone, via snake venom.

Only a venomous snake could steal the sky and change the sun like that.

"【Veritas.nihil.veretur.nisi.abscondi (Fearless of truth, lest it be hidden).】"

The center of the "seat"—the place of the snake, which is the root of the matter.

Using "poison" as a medium to send power to the world.

"【Nihil.est.tam.populare.quam.bonitas (Nothing else is at the pinnacle of perfect goodness).】"

【A.fronte.praecipitium.a.tergo.lupi (There is no way forward, and there is also a dead end behind.)】

Unheard words flooded in all at once.

The army of souls let out a painful wail, and hundreds of thousands of souls reorganized and formed the steps to ascend the domineering path.

Du Wei trampled on their corpses.

"【Semper.vigilans, Hinc.itur.ad.astra (Be vigilant day and night, rush towards dawn)..."

"【Briah (Creation) --!】"

The result is an ultimate force that erodes the world.

An atmosphere comparable to hell filled the space.

"【Cogito.ergo.sum (I think, therefore I am) —!】"

It spreads and covers the area from Du Wei as the center.

A domineering otherworld unfolds rapidly.

It seems to erase the meaning of everything, like a void or emptiness.

Air, earth, gravel.

Everything has lost its original meaning.

They transformed into dust particles that never existed in the first place, gradually disintegrating and dissipating with the invisible fluctuations.

Even the particles are dissipating.

Hypocrisy, please don't appear in my sight.

It's all about purity; all you need to do is remain here.

In a space where everything is reduced to meaninglessness, only the immense mass of Du Wei retains "meaning".

"roar--!!"

The first to be devoured by the other world were the demon hounds.

As a calamity of fire, it sensed a terrifying change.

In addition to erasing the definition of life, the otherworld can also erase an individual's power, emotions, instincts, and memories.

To strip it of all meaning.

Like earth, wood, and stone, it turned into dust and vanished.

Ultimately, even the world forgets its existence; it is a terrifying, meaningless hell.

This is the reason behind Du Wei's domineering approach.

The flames on the Beast's body lost their heat.

The gaze, filled with destructive desires, is weakening, as if its soul has been stolen.

The first thing to be stripped away was the healing ability.

Although they possessed a soul army capable of healing injuries, they were unable to use it at this moment.

It's as if they've forgotten how to use the millions of souls within them.