Chapter 545: Chu Mo Island (XI)
Chapter 545: Chu Mo Island (XI)
Thud—Thud—Thud—
That’s the sound of an axe striking a tree… or rather, my “body.”
It’s slow, but it’s working. That’s… enough.
When I was still human, I’d never have imagined craving death this desperately. But now, death is the only thing I desire.
Once, I cherished life immensely because I had everything. My family was immensely wealthy and wielded absolute authority. From childhood, I understood I needed neither labor nor effort—merely asking guaranteed fulfillment of my desires.
My youth was spent in public schools. Looking back, my family must’ve deliberately wanted me to experience commoners’ lives.
I’m grateful for that period—it opened my eyes to many truths, even shaping my existence.
Back then, I often heard classmates’ parents say, “Don’t lose at the starting line.”
Years later, I realize how tragically misguided those words were.
If life truly were a race, the first to cross the finish line would merely die sooner.
The truth is, there’s no starting line at all. It’s not a race. Only they run, like fools. Those born on Pegasus’ backs like myself need never run—our lead is unassailable.
Eventually, I grasped that their “starting line” held no relevance to me. They hoped their children might outpace other runners. But even this, I couldn’t accept. Setting aside birthright, innate talent itself defies acquisition—intelligence, appearance, and brilliance remain advantages no amount of diligence can overcome.
Their sole currency is hard work, yet they fail to recognize this. They squander time and energy in self-satisfied fantasies and meaningless indulgences, wasting their youth.
They inspire pity… yet deserve none.
In young adulthood, I left that environment for where my status demanded I go.
I entered another world—hypocritical, cruel, nauseating. Among peers of similar birth, we were arrogant, spoiled, believing ourselves singular sovereigns.
I missed those public school days—there, I’d known true friendship.
Years passed as I matured within my family’s elite circles. A hemp plant growing among upright stalks eventually stands straight. I achieved academic mastery, entered politics, learned to navigate all manner of people, and mastered ruthless methods—eliminating even roots of opposition.
At forty-three, I became the Kingdom’s prime minister.
Youngest in history. Supreme power, countless allies, wealth rivaling empires, irresistible charm. Men envied my life. Women envied the chance to enter it.
I had everything.
And so naturally, I pondered how best to retain it eternally.
I secretly controlled the Kingdom’s Academy of Sciences and Magic Academy. The Royal Sorcerers’ Corps commander was my trusted confidant. The entire nation’s resources sought… eternal life.
But ten years passed. My mind dulled. Physical stamina waned. Despite treating my body like a temple, the demon of “aging” arrived right on schedule. Research on the Elixir of Eternal Life remained fruitless.
Desperation drove me to forbidden paths—Black Magic Guild, demonkind, even venturing into the Wilderness beyond the Kingdom’s borders seeking otherworldly secrets.
These were absolute taboos, but no longer mattered. After all, Elixir research itself was already prohibited.
Fear of aging and death had become my sole compass.
It was under this premise that I found them…
Ā Sè and Āndélǔ. The terrifying duo existing only in whispers. Rumored to be X(End of Chapter)
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