HBWnovel Chapter 75 What I Stole From the Jaws of Death
Chapter 75 What I Stole From the Jaws of Death
[Ding!! The player is in close proximity of an †Authority† dose the player wish to consume it to chaos evolve?]
Akun's mind churned with questions and uncertainty. Consuming an authority? The concept was alien and enigmatic, shrouded in mystery. Yet, faced with the looming threat of Xalander's scythe and the desperation of the moment, he had little choice but to act decisively.
With resolve hardening his gaze, he muttered, "Well, I don't have another choice. System, consume the authority."
The words hung in the air, a pact with the unknown forged in the crucible of impending doom.
[Consuming the †Authority†.....]
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Silence enveloped Akun, broken only by his own desperate calls to the system. "System! System!" he cried out, but the void seemed to swallow his pleas.
As Xalander's scythe drew nearer, Akun's thoughts raced in a frantic whirlwind. "I don't understand," he mused, anxiety gnawing at his resolve. "Why hasn't the system given me a response yet?"
The seconds stretched into an eternity, a stark reminder of the perilous brink on which he teetered.
Akun gritted his teeth, his mind racing. "I don't understand what's happening," he thought, frustration and determination intertwining, "but it's clear, I can't rely on the system this time. I have to find a way to survive this somehow."
Wanted to go out on an adventure, but I lost my home."
The weight of his unending misfortunes bore down on him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was destined to suffer. "I came to avenge my people and save a dear friend," he mused, "and I end up dead. Why must fate always play cruel tricks on me? Don't I deserve happiness? Why must everything always be taken away from me?"
Finally, as his severed head found its resting place upon the unforgiving ground, Akun's inner monologue continued to echo in the silence. Regret filled his thoughts as he lamented, "And I didn't even get to have my revenge either."
A single, poignant tear rolled down his left cheek, a silent proof to the profound sorrow that had marked his existence, even into this chilling moment of death.
Oliver, who had been watching the gruesome scene unfold from a safe distance, was overcome with grief. Tears streamed down his face as he shouted, "Boss!" With a heavy heart, he sprinted toward the place where Akun's severed head lay, desperate to somehow reverse the tragic turn of events.
Xalender, the enigmatic god of death who had been the puppeteer in this macabre performance, took note of Oliver's approach. His piercing gaze shifted from the fallen Akun to Memorina, the grieving widow, her tears a proof of her unimaginable loss.
With measured steps, Xalender began to walk slowly toward Memorina. The eerie intensity that had filled Phenor's eyes just moments before had dissipated, leaving behind a void of lifelessness. Phenor's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, a mere shell of the once-mighty king.
Xalender, his voice a chilling whisper that seemed to echo through the very fabric of reality, addressed Memorina with an air of detachment. "The contract has been fulfilled," he intoned. "I shall return his body now."
Memorina, her voice laden with sorrow and anger, crawled toward Phenor's body. She rested her head on his chest and continued to cry bitterly. Her words were a mix of anguish and reproach as she said, "You jerk, how could you just go and leave me like this? We were supposed to grow old together."
In the midst of this heart-wrenching scene, the god of death fulfilled his end of the contract, and returned to the underworld.
Phenor's body would be returned to the earth from which it had been borrowed. Yet, for Memorina, the pain of losing her beloved king would remain, a gaping wound in her heart that time alone could never fully heal.