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Chapter 114 I am the True Ancestor, She is the Demon Hunter

Do you long for heaven?

In the darkness, Nangong Chiyue heard someone ask her that question.

She saw many scenes.

Angels singing praises, travelers picking flowers, nuns singing joyfully, and solemn priests.

The spring water is clear, the flowers are fragrant, and the basket is full of delicious vegetables and fruits. There is no strife, no death, and everything is just a natural and peaceful daily life.

Corday ran across the golden wheat field, her skirt fluttering, turning back to look at herself with curiosity.

I've been watching.

But where is she?

She was in hell, a place of strife and chaos, where the path she walked was strewn with blood and corpses, and the malevolent intent of death spread across the sky, obscuring tomorrow.

This is the path she came from, everything she experienced in her absurd life.

This is hell.

The voice continued to ask:

If you shouldn't have this kind of life.

What if the life you're destined for is as wonderful as heaven?

Would you choose to do so?

Choose to kill half of your body, and achieve unity in blood and bone, thus becoming whole.

Nangong Chiyue: "————"

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Are you afraid of hell?

In the light, Corday heard someone ask her that question.

She saw many scenes.

Endless malice, a polluted sky devoid of sun and clouds, a distorted breeding ground, a twisted curse.

There is no kindness, no beauty, only endless killing and strife. Grief and anger fill the chest; one wants to kill, to howl, to endlessly release one's discontent.

Covered in blood, Nangong Chiyue stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, staring blankly at herself.

I've been watching.

But where is she?

She was in a sacred church, surrounded by neatly dressed nuns and priests. They prayed for tomorrow, they looked forward to tomorrow, and they arrived at tomorrow together.

This is the life she had, a small yet warm and fleeting happiness.

This is heaven.

The voice continued to ask:

What if this is the life she deserves?

She shouldn't have suffered so much in hell, because of you, all because of you.

If you could willingly offer your soul to complete her.

Would you choose to do so?

With a heart full of guilt and compassion, offer her a warm embrace.

Corday:

She took a deep breath and resolutely raised her head.

"No, I won't choose."

"Absolutely not."

The two voices overlapped.

"I am Nangong Chiyue, born from the solidified sins of hell, the thirteenth true ancestor of the vampire clan, a powerful and arrogant vampire."

Nangong Chiyue reached out and shattered the scene without the slightest hesitation.

"You expect me to yearn for mere beauty and peace, to acknowledge my own sorrow and wretchedness?"

"To lick the bones and flesh that others have already tasted, like a dog?"

"Stop joking!"

"I am—"

"You devil from hell!"

"That guy is a complete devil!"

Corday cried out excitedly, "She saved me all by herself, and then left on her own. She just exists so willfully, so arrogantly!"

Existing slowly.

"I might hate her, chase after her, pursue her, even yearn for her, but!"

"I will absolutely not pity her!"

"I will not feel any pity for her, nor does she need my pity or charity."

"The good and the bad in her life should be decided by herself!"

Corday placed her hand on her chest: "If she wants it, she can take it herself."

Nangong Chiyue forcefully swung her hand in front of her chest: "If I want it, I will find it myself."

"No one can force us, and no one can make decisions for me and her on their own."

"This is----"

"A war that belongs only to us!"

Click.

A thunderous roar swept by.

The constraints have been broken.

They both chose their own lives, choosing heaven and hell.

Do not yearn for heaven, nor pity hell.

They chose themselves.

And their response.

It will also be the purest form of heaven and hell.

"Meow (That's right, Little Thirteen, we sinful true ancestors must have this kind of awareness)"

A familiar meowing sound rang out, and Nangong Chiyue was surprised to find herself in the center of a huge church, with twelve shadows whose faces she could not see in front of her.

Except for that one that's obviously a cat.

"This is—" Nangong Chiyue asked in confusion, but the shadow sitting on the head seat answered her question.

"This is a meeting between True Ancestors. The appearance of the Thirteenth True Ancestor here proves that you have truly become a True Ancestor and have been affirmed by us."

"After all, not everyone is qualified to be struck by that guy in the sky."

The first shadow laughed and said, "Be proud of this, humanity's thirteenth sin."

Nangong Chiyue was filled with respect. Being the first to speak at such a meeting made the identity of the person sitting in the head seat self-evident.

The first vampire, the first evil created by humankind, the strongest shadow of hell, the first true progenitor.

Legend has it that he is second only to the evil god Scarlet.

The Fourth Progenitor, Frenda, added: "It was I who ran back and started the meeting, and invited you in, meow."

"It's too much of a strain to do these things with this body. Once this is over and we get back, you'd better find a way to lift my curse, okay, meow."

Just as Frenda finished speaking, a familiar voice rang out.

"Oh dear, I didn't expect that something like this would happen so soon after I returned to hell and before I even had a chance to get revenge on that bastard. I guess I'll have to find a secluded place to stay next time."

The one speaking was the Ninth Ancestor, Feost, who sat next to the First Ancestor, his conspicuous ramen-noodle hair swaying in the wind.

Nangong Chiyue was somewhat surprised: "You actually came to help me, Feoste. It's still fresh in our minds that we fought as enemies."

"They're all true ancestors, why are you saying that?"

Feost leaned back lazily in his chair, crossed his legs, and said in a cold voice, "Moreover, compared to our..."

It's more important to thwart that blasphemy against the priest, rather than to have any real hostility between us.

That's all I wanted to say.

The First Ancestor raised his hand: "Now, Hell acknowledges you, and I, the original vampire, acknowledge you."

"No need to worry about the so-called half of your body anymore; hell will give you everything you've been missing."

"From this day forward, you will no longer be merely a crippled being, but the true Thirteenth Ancestor, with one sin."

"The sin of blasphemy against the Kingdom of Heaven!"

Twelve crimson rivers flowed into Nangong Chiyue's soul, the vampire's gift filling in the missing pieces for her.

The shadow that had been quietly existing at Nangong Chiyue's feet was finally liberated and evolved into its ultimate form.

That twisted, coiled, serpentine, blasphemous shadow!

This is the real her, the complete her, the absolute her, this is—hmm?

Nangong Chiyue silently observed her unchanged height and size, then looked up, expressionless, at the shadow of the First Ancestor.

Why am I still only 1.4 meters tall?

She's finished all the work, shouldn't she now have her amazing height of 1.9 meters again?

Nangong Chiyue didn't care about her height, she really didn't. She just felt that she should grow at least 30 or 40 centimeters taller to highlight the fact that she was incomplete. She really didn't mean anything else.

Really.

"Huh? Isn't a small one good enough?"

"There are many benefits."

The First Ancestor counted on his fingers: "You can always get half-price tickets at amusement parks, order kids' meals openly, buy small-sized dresses cheaply, and if you act cute a little, a bunch of weirdos will come out to do anything for you—"

Nangong Chiyue: "?"

Her lips twitched: "Why do you know so much, First Ancestor?"

"Hmm? That's because I am—cough cough, well, the meeting of the True Ancestors is almost over."

The First Ancestor stood up: "Then, it's time for us to leave as well."

"The road ahead is yours to walk alone, young thirteenth ancestor."

May your name one day resound in both heaven and hell.

The twelve shadows began to disappear one after another, until only Nangong Chiyue remained.

She returned to hell, back to the battlefield where things were supposed to end.

Before her stood the priest, struggling to his feet, his face contorted with madness and despair. Beside him, Corday received the gift from heaven, the new Blood Empress now adorning her.

They looked at each other.

Perhaps, in the very beginning, they were indeed the same person, the same soul, but after so many years of changes, different experiences, and different lives, they have long since become different individuals.

She is Charlotte Corday, the Witcher of Heaven.

She is Nangong Chiyue, the thirteenth true ancestor of Hell.

That's enough; there are no other options.

And now.

It's time to end everything from the past.