OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 129: Creation II

Chapter 129: Creation II

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Stepping back, Emir sat on the ground before her, his mind became entangled in a web of conflicting thoughts.

"You killed her."

"She..."

The words trailed off, adrift in the sea of his own thoughts.

"Is this all your life is?"

The whispers returned, tinged with frustration.

"Just death and destruction..."

The words gave him pause, causing him to reflect for a moment...

Emir reflected on the limited scope of his thirteen years in this world, dominated by the relentless cycle of training and killing.

Though circumstances had left him with little choice, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of disillusionment.

Memories of fleeting hobbies and connections flitted through his mind.

Aside from his love for music, the occasional games with his sister, and the sporadic chess matches, he realized how few genuine pursuits he had embraced.

Thoughts of his friends, Emma and Jake, surfaced, and he wondered if they still considered him a part of their lives.

It then dawned on him that his prolonged absence might have led them to believe he was no longer alive.

"Nah...."

"FUCK THAT SHIT!"

But at that moment, Emir's frustration turned into defiance.

He refused to succumb to self-pity and doubt.

His clenched fist, colliding with his own face, served as a resounding wake-up call.

The searing pain coursing through his jaw became a stark reminder of his goal, grounding him in the reality he had crafted.

Through gritted teeth, he reaffirmed his unwavering focus.

Emir would not allow himself to succumb to this useless drivel.

"What am are you... Am I bitching about?"

"Did I forget this already?

"I vowed to become an emperor."

"This all means nothing against that goal!"

"...This is all to create a future for me and my family, and besides...."

"It's fun, and that's enough for me."

The echoes of his own words filled the air, fueling his resolve to press forward, regardless of

the atrocities he had committed and would continue to commit.

Emir's eyes then widened in surprise as a newfound realization washed over him.

"Wait... Create!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment.

"I can destroy, but I can also create. There's balance in all things..."

A sense of clarity settled within him, dispelling the shadows of doubt.

With a deep sigh, he stepped forward once again, drawing closer to the girl he felt immense gratitude for.

He embraced her, the weight of his words heavy in the air.

"Thank you."

"Though I know it's too late now, and even the thought of burying your body is long gone..."

"It's most likely already lost in the wasteland, serving as fertilizer."

Relinquishing his hold on her, he continued:

"So I guess it doesn't matter now, but may you find better fortune in your next life."

He stood tall with a grin, his gaze fixed upon the girl who had ignited his journey.

The crafted conflicting emotions within him converged into a singular driving force-an unwavering commitment to forge a path toward a brighter future.

And just as he blinked his eyes, he found himself back in the world he had left behind, the world drenched in blood.

Emir wiped the crimson stains from his face, his actions mechanical.

With a steady gaze, he surveyed the landscape that stretched out before him, undeterred by its nature.

The rain continued to cascade from the sky, its rhythmic patter serving as a backdrop to his thoughts.

It fell to the ground, mingling with the crimson hues, creating a disconcerting blend of red and gray.

The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, a constant reminder of the path he had chosen and would continue to choose.

Turning his attention behind him, he witnessed a stark division in the sky.

One side was tainted with a deep shade of red, reflecting the relentless violence and darkness that had consumed his life.

The other side was pure and white.

A contrast against the surrounding chaos.

Between these opposing forces, countless shades of bright and dark gray danced, signifying the delicate balance between his conflicting emotions and the fragments of his shattered

psyche.

The landscape mirrored this dichotomy as well.

The ground beneath his feet bore the marks of his past—a canvas of red splatters and fading

footprints.

But amidst the sea of crimson, patches of pristine white emerged, as if symbolizing the glimmers of hope and purity that still lingered within his soul.

Emir then stood at the intersection of blood and clarity.

He understood that this twisted world of his own creation would be his constant companion,

a reflection of his actions and choices.

With a smile etched upon his face, he knew that his time within the dream realm had come to

an end.

Closing his eyes, he focused on what awaited him.

And as his eyes fluttered open, he found himself back in the familiar surroundings of the well

of eternity, his body in the exact same position.

He existed in a state of profound absorption, embracing the weaver's veil and Aerialis aspects with every fiber of his being.

However, he now sensed that another aspect called out to him.

An aspect of creation.

It was the power of Celestia's Hand, a force that resonated with his newfound path.

Once again, he cleared his mind and surrendered himself to the deep absorption of Aether.

Months passed in a blur as he delved into the depths of his evolving powers, expanding his understanding of the Aether that flowed within him.

And when the time came to cease the cultivation of Aether, Emir stood transformed.

No longer just a knight, he emerged as a radiant figure.

A Paladin emanating celestial might.

The fusion of his existing aspects with the newfound power of Celestia's Hand granted him a

formidable presence.

But just as he was consolidating his newly gained Aspect, the voice of Silent, his guide, and

mentor, reverberated through his mind:

[Emir, you don't have time, you've got to get back to Earth now!]