I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

But in order to give birth to outstanding super-children, she can no longer stop, but she has not yet produced any results.

Until one day, Mercurius met Lisa Brunner and made a deceptive statement to her: "If you want to create a superman's son, you must first have a superman."

The Fountain of Life institution emphasizes eugenics. When excellent people come together, the probability of giving birth to excellent offspring cannot be said to be 100%, but it is naturally higher.

In this regard, Lisa also followed Mercilius' advice.

She took advantage of the moment when Reinhardt gave Valyria her body to experiment with the Holy Grail and her soul left her body and entered suspended animation.

She used the power of her own holy relic, the Faded Death Mask, to control corpses, mated with their corpses, and gave birth to the twins [Yitzhak] and [John] a year later.

"Father..."

Seeing this, Yitzhak's calm heart could no longer calm down.

But at the same time, he felt something he had never felt before - joy.

I am really Reinhardt's blood relative!

The truth made Yitzhak happy.

As for what his biological mother Lisa did? He didn't care about that woman. He only cared about the fact that his biological father was Reinhardt.

"It seems that you have got the answer. Judging from your joyful heart and your appearance, your biological father is probably Reinhardt."

Duan Mulian looked at Yizhak in front of him, with a very bad arc at the corner of his mouth. His voice poured into the other party's ears like poison, and continued:

"So, Yitzhak, what's the difference between you and me now?"

“The meaning of my existence has always been there.”

Yizhak looked at Duanmulian in front of him with calm and indifferent eyes, and once again stated that he was different from her.

He has a meaning for his existence and can see that meaning, unlike Duanmulian who can't even see it.

"Oh, do you think Reinhardt loves you?"

"father……"

"Yes, of course he loves you. He loves everything, so how could he not love you?"

"..."

Duanmulian interrupted what Yisaq said, which made Yisaq's heart waver again, but then he felt a strong resistance in his heart.

Yes, father loves everything, and naturally loves him too. Duanmulian is right.

But...but...why do I feel so unwilling in my heart?

It was obvious that Yitzhak longed for love and Reinhardt loved him, but there was always a strange feeling that something was wrong.

"In this world and in the universe, there is nothing that Reinhard doesn't love. He loves his friends, his subordinates, his enemies, and of course his son. That is everything to Reinhard, because he loves everything."

Duanmulian showed a mocking and sarcastic expression on her face, and she seemed to be praising Reinhard in a very exaggerated tone.

But this kind of praise was very irritating to Isaac.

Obviously what the other party said was right, but Isaac was very impatient inside.

No, that's not right, it shouldn't be like this.

This is not what he wants...

"Now, Yitzchak, what do you mean by people other than Reinhardt?"

Duanmulian lowered her head slightly, put her mouth close to Yizhak's ear, and whispered these words in the most gentle tone.

"Foolish question, they are all a mob...ah...ah uh."

In response to such a question, Yitzhak gave this answer subconsciously and without any hesitation.

But after he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank and his voice suddenly trembled.

His previous doubts were answered, and he seemed to suddenly realize something. His heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly made a cracking sound that was close to its limit.

Snapped!

Yizhak suddenly slapped away Duan Mulian's hand, staggered back a few steps with a pale face.

At this moment, a feeling of hysterical madness and collapsed consciousness permeated his whole body.

Everyone except Reinhard was a mob, but he loved them all, whether they were enemies or friends.

This is Reinhardt's truth, a truth that will never change.

But...but...but in that case, how is Yitzhak different from that mob?

When Isaac realized this, his brain began to tremble.

At the same time, the gears at the core of the magic city, which had never shaken or decayed, began to show irregular distortions.

That was a spiritual fluctuation that was more obsolete than rust.

He recognized his father's existence, but at the same time he also understood the cruel truth.

The consequences of this fact are unexpected.

"Father..."

Yitzhak's lips trembled and he covered his head with his hands as if in despair.

At this moment, he understood the truth between himself and Reinhard, a very cruel and ruthless truth.

If Reinhard loved a pile of sand, then Yitzhak was only as valuable as one of the grains of sand, no different.

This is Reinhardt's love, and it will always be like this for eternity.

Obviously... obviously he has done so much for his father, but in the end, what he desires is just equality?

No...no...that's not what he desires!

Duanmulian's Wuhuan Heavenly Prison once again uncovered the truth that others were unaware of and shared the disgusting nothingness with others.

"You long for a love that is unique to you, a love that is different from others and belongs to you alone."

Duanmulian's words dripped into Yizhak's heart like sulfuric acid, causing him to feel a sharp pain as if he was corroded.

But at the same time, that severe pain was also accompanied by a strong desire.

Yes, a unique love that is different from anyone else's.

That's what Yitzhak wanted, right?

After all, apart from John, he was the only one who was Reinhardt's biological son.

Yitzhak is Reinhardt's child!

How could he be the same as those rabble!?!?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So you are still no different from me."

Looking at the trembling Yizhak in front of her, Duan Mulian shook her head helplessly, and finally muttered to herself: "However, I haven't known Reinhard for a long time, and I don't know if there is such a thing as uniqueness for that man, and he cannot be treated equally."

That person should be me!

Isaac thought in a twisted way.

But then, as if he realized something, he was stunned again.

For my father, something unique seems to... really exist.

The man who loves everything also has something that he considers to be the only difference.

That person was Calcraft, a man considered a friend by a man like Reinhardt.

You cannot treat that man with the concept of loving everything.

When Yitzhak realized this, he suddenly felt jealous and hateful.

That emotion was like a centipede, crawling continuously in his heart.

This was the first time that Yitzhak, whose heart was empty, had such emotions.

why?

Why doesn't that one and only thing belong to me?

why?

Why is it that the only person to a father is a friend, not a son?

"what……"

Isaac's gaze suddenly turned to Fujii Ren, who was fighting fiercely with his father outside the Demon Castle.

Zarathustra, in reality, is the agent of Mercurius, Calcraft.

He hated Calcraft and loathed him.

Just the replacement of that person can make the father have such different emotions.

Why can't he get a response like this!?

……

call out--!

The Lance of Destiny drew a dazzling golden trajectory in the void.

Reinhardt thrust out with his spear, and astonishing divine power and great strength exploded together, and a blazing golden light bloomed, flooding the boundless sky. The scene was truly horrifying and supreme.

The golden beam ejected from the earth exceeded the speed of light by an unknown amount.

The stars in the sky melted and disappeared like snow in front of this shot. As long as Fujii Ren looked up casually, he could see that the concept of "stars" in the starry sky disappeared, leaving only "emptiness".

Fujii Ren didn't have the time or energy to care what this meant.

"clang!!!"

The guillotine blade tore, collided, and wrestled violently with its golden light.

Behind Fujii Ren, a scene of icebergs like mountains appeared, and Reinhardt was stepping on millions of skeletons and souls.

Either way, it is difficult for ordinary people to survive, and looking directly at such a world is enough to drive people crazy.

When he collided with Reinhard, Fujii Ren was not even aware of the reality that he had the power to confront Reinhard head-on, nor did he feel the joy of climbing to the same place as the other party.

After all, his clash with Reinhardt was not just a matter of life and death or victory or defeat.

"Before, I talked to your brother about many interesting things."

Reinhardt and Fujii Ren were engaged in a fierce clash to the death, while talking like old friends.

If the two had not pointed knives at each other, some bystanders might have thought that they were friends.

"He said that the world I longed for was nothing but emptiness. Even if it were really created, I would not be satisfied at all, because I am the embodiment of dissatisfaction."

In a world of constant war, there is nothing unknown and even less any novelty.

Ah, Reinhardt couldn't help but agree with Duanmulian's words. His feeling of hunger came from this.

"I don't think he said anything wrong!"

Fujii Ren slashed across and knocked Reinhardt back fiercely.

Every time the Execution Blade that is powerful enough to split the universe apart and the Holy Lance of Destiny that penetrates everything collides, it is the sound of the creation of a new world that can resound throughout the universe.

Deafening and earth-shaking.

Both he and Reinhardt have already started the [Outflow], and the winner of this duel will decide the color of the new world.

But you can't do this, absolutely not.

Whether it is Reinhard's [outflow] or his Fujii Ren's [outflow], they are all scenes of hell and are things that cannot be released.

Fujii Ren does not hate her own domineering behavior, she just has such awareness and cognition.

I cannot become the heavenly father who rules over everything, so I can only give that seat to someone who is qualified to sit on it.

He doesn't want his loved ones to exist forever in his world, but he also doesn't want them to be captured by Reinhardt's world.

"I don't think I'm wrong, but since I exist like this, there is naturally a meaning to my existence."

Reinhardt swept out with his gun, and the golden trail drawn by the gun tip started from the solar system and tore through the entire universe. He spoke passionately:

"If I can only exist on the road of pursuing satisfaction but cannot reach the end, then it is okay to live like this."

His desire originates from nothingness, but will not succumb to nothingness.