Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

He could only watch helplessly as the Winged Lion won and was subsequently taken over by Ronan.

……

The winged lion awoke from the carnage, quite satisfied with the demon's voracious appetite, and its body swelled up several sizes.

Seeing the Canary Squad wiped out, it showed no surprise whatsoever.

To be precise, that was its true purpose; it believed itself to be at the top.

Once Ronan's wish is fulfilled, and his desires are devoured, the Canary Squad can easily consume everyone's desires while they are relaxed and excited.

Only Leos and Marcusil remain...

Leos's desire is what the Winged Lion truly covets.

He hates humans and loves monsters, so he wants to turn the world into a monster kingdom.

Monsters all originate from dungeons, and once this wish is fulfilled, it means that dungeons will spread throughout the world.

As a demon within the labyrinth, it will then be able to fully savor the desires of everyone in the world.

Now, nine-tenths of the goal has been achieved, and Winged Lion has never been happier than it is now.

"I like greedy humans, Black Panther. I'll take everything from you."

"Although we share the same origin, there can only be one ruler."

The winged lion licked its lips as it looked at Ronan.

He had no doubt as to why Ronan, knowing he would devour his desires, would still choose to use him.

Gamblers know they might lose everything in a bet, yet they still bet their entire fortune without hesitation.

Everyone thought they would be the exception.

Ronan, holding a book, gazed at the winged lion and began to speak:

“Winged Lion, according to the rules, I should be the master of this labyrinth now.”

"Not bad." The winged lion nodded, quickly suppressing the strange emotion in its heart, and adopted a respectful posture like a servant.

"Hisl is dead. Whoever gets the book will be the master of the labyrinth."

"May I ask if you have any wishes that need to be fulfilled?"

Ronan didn't have any of those miscellaneous desires; he went straight to his original purpose.

Not far away, Mislen's eyes narrowed sharply upon hearing this.

"madman."

He couldn't help but spit out his anger, completely unexpected that Ronan's wish was to become a god.

This is no longer a trivial matter; if the wish were to come true, the world would inevitably be destroyed.

He took a deep breath and shouted:

"Please stop! Don't be seduced by it; it's an insatiable desire!"

"Please put it down. Aside from becoming a god, the Queen will grant you anything you desire!"

"We were wrong! We were the ones who made a mistake!"

Mislen had sacrificed all dignity as much as possible just to get Ronan to stop these crazy ideas.

Unfortunately, it was too late; the fulfillment of a wish is directly proportional to the energy consumed.

In other words, the greater the desire, the more power the demon can draw from other dimensions.

It's just that the weak demons don't have enough authority.

The winged lion smiled, completely ignoring Mislen's words, and lightly snapped its fingers:

"As you wish."

Immediately afterwards, the pterosaur visibly grew larger.

The space of the Golden Land was torn open, and infinite energy poured in from infinite dimensions.

They were originally just ordinary magic, but due to their enormous quantity, they gradually began to undergo a qualitative change.

Ronan was bathed in magic, and even though there were no obvious changes on the panel, he could clearly feel his power increasing at an astonishing rate.

It's like the difference between an indestructible iron bucket filled with water and one filled with liquid gold.

Then, just before the qualitative change was about to occur, the winged lion pounced.

Seria, highly focused, tried to block it and seal off the space, but it was ineffective.

The winged lion is completely unrestricted by space, and even unrestricted by time.

Because it is the embodiment of magic itself, and is part of the world.

Unless the world freezes, no one can stop it from devouring desire.

Not far away, Mislen witnessed this scene and closed his eyes in anguish.

He knew that everything was beyond saving.

Once even "gods" lose their desires—whether it be the desire to fight, the desire to resist, or the desire to survive—even the most powerful beings cannot prevent the world from being destroyed.

Why be so reckless...?

Just as Mislen was sinking into deep despair, just as the winged lion was convinced that it could successfully devour desire.

Because the distance was so close, there wasn't even time to use sealing magic.

However, at that moment, Ronan calmly extended his hand.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the winged lion's actions, easily pausing all time within the other dimension.

The incoming magic did not even budge its smallest substance.

Naturally, the winged lion made of magic also stopped a foot behind Ronan.

"You're useless now."

Turn around, touch, and it instantly shatters into the most basic magical particles.

A little while later, as time continued to pass, the winged lion felt its shattered body, and the smug smile that had been on its lips suddenly froze.

"This……"

It had no idea what had just happened; it seemed as if its mind had been momentarily confused. Immediately afterward, the sneak attack failed.

How is this possible? Why is this happening?

"There's no reason why, it's just a matter of time stopping in the concept."

Ronan rubbed his temples, realizing that something was definitely wrong with his body; he could hear his own thoughts.

He exhaled, looking at the gradually transforming divine power on the panel, trying to block out the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and slowly said:

"In a world where time stands still, all matter would cease to flow, including human thought."

"In that case, there will naturally be no desires."

"You have lost, Winged Lion."

Chapter 163, Epilogue (The End)

The winged lion seemed frozen in place. Ronan's words struck its heart like a heavy hammer, leaving it in disbelief.

What is meant by "conceptual time stop"? Does it mean it's out of touch with the real world?

The Winged Lion once fulfilled the wish of many to master time magic, but there has never been a spell that could achieve such an effect.

The logic is simple: this magic only exists because of demons. How could you possibly succeed in stabbing a demon with a sword made by a demon?

Taking a deep breath, the winged lion stopped worrying about how Ronan had mastered such heaven-defying magic and turned to flee.

It understands the principle of patience and restraint, and then making a name for itself.

Unfortunately.

"I didn't give you permission to escape, did I, Winged Lion?"

Ronan spoke casually, reaching out to grab something, and the space around the winged lion froze inch by inch.

Only after it was snatched away like a doll did time resume its flow, and an indescribably complex expression appeared on the winged lion's face.

Once again imprisoned without its knowledge, it was filled with resentment.

'What's the use of complaining? This is the rule of the Frillian world.'

Ronan scanned the panel again to confirm that what he had just seen was not an illusion before he began the sealing process.

Having acquired a bit of divine power, one can live a worry-free life from now on. However, it is still a bit too much to try to contain the power of a god within a human body.

Even with the best efforts to limit it, all sorts of voices can still be heard.

It was as if Celia was saying, "Is Ronan alright? He doesn't look too good."

This is really bad; my head is about to explode from all the noise.

In addition, there are elves' contrasting remarks such as "How is this possible?", "This can't be real", and "It actually succeeded".

In terms of effect, should it be considered telepathy or a forced type? Does this mean that goddesses can hear other people's thoughts all day long?

Ronan frowned, considering adding more points, but then thought better of it and held back for the time being.

Before we're certain whether this energy is harmful to people, it's best to be cautious.

Seeing that resistance was futile and that it was about to fall into a long slumber, the winged lion couldn't help but say indignantly:

"Kid, although I don't know where you learned this magic from, don't forget, it was I who helped you fulfill your wish."

Are you going to kick me while I'm down?

"Isn't this too inhumane?"

I have never seen such a straightforward person, leaving no room for maneuver whatsoever.

Ronan looked up, seemingly unconcerned about Winged Lion's moral blackmail, and replied calmly:

"What's the point of talking about humanity with demons? It's just mutual exploitation."