Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1835: Even if the world refused to accept you… I would, Aether.

“So… you chose HIM.”

“The one who will bring destruction upon this world.”

The chain tore through the ruined landscape as she moved away, continuing,

“The one who will finally end this place for you.”

“The one who does not hesitate when blood must be spilled.”

“The one who is willing to carry every accusation placed upon his shoulders.”

The chains suddenly changed direction.

She barely avoided them.

“The one who will allow the entire world to hate him so that you never have to admit how much you hate it yourself.”

The black armour disappeared and appeared directly before her.

She barely had time to raise her staff.

The black armour’s hand seized her throat.

His fingers tightened around her neck as he lifted her effortlessly from the ground.

Her feet kicked helplessly above the broken earth.

His ice-blue eyes stared into hers.

“Talking will not get you anywhere.”

Prophetess merely looked at him through the pain, her breathing ragged from the countless deaths she had already endured, yet her voice remained strangely calm despite knowing exactly what would happen to her next.

“L-Look at you… Y-You deceived yourself so completely that you cannot even tell whether you are merely acting anymore, or… whether you have actually become one with him.”

The black armour’s neck twitched.

“You even hurt your own wife, the woman you once swore to protect with everything you had.”

A faint sadness entered her voice.

“And you felt nothing when you did it. Not hesitation, not regret, not even the smallest tremor of guilt that might have reminded you that she was someone you once loved.”

“How long do you honestly think you can keep going like th—ARH!”

Before she could finish, the black armour’s hand tightened around her head.

He twisted her neck with the same casual brutality as if someone opened the water bottle cap.

CRACK!

Her neck twisted as she died in his arms again.

Yet,

A new manifestation appeared at the intersection of the ruined roads several metres away, her wooden staff already resting against the ground.

“You became a vessel for everything that touched your life.”

Her eyes remained fixed upon him.

“Every person you admired, every person you feared, every person you loved, every person who hurt you, and every person you desperately wanted to become worthy of…”

She tightened her grip around the staff.

“You carried pieces of all of them inside yourself.”

Her voice became quieter.

“And yet, after carrying so much of everyone else, you slowly became almost nothing of yourself. Forgotten and lost of your inner child!”

His boots slammed into the ruined ground.

BOOM!

Reality itself folded beneath his foot as though space had suddenly become soft enough to bend.

The next instant, his body disappeared.

Prophetess’s eyes widened.

The black armour reappeared directly before her.

His fist was already moving.

BOOM!

She crossed her staff in front of herself just in time.

The impact sent her flying backwards.

The black armour did not give her time to recover.

The chain tore through the air.

Prophetess spun sideways.

BOOM!

The road exploded.

Prophetess used the force of the explosion to propel herself upward.

She flipped through the air, planted one foot against a floating fragment of stone, and changed direction.

The black armour’s fist passed beneath her.

She landed behind him.

But before she could strike, his elbow slammed backwards.

CRACK!

The impact caught her across the ribs.

Her body folded around the blow and was launched through the remains of a ruined building.

The entire structure collapsed around her.

The black armour walked through the falling debris.

“You think your tricky words will change anything?”

Prophetess emerged from the rubble, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

“No.”

She slowly raised her staff.

“I know words cannot change what he has already done. But sometimes the truth does not need to change the past.”

She planted the staff against the ground.

“It only needs to survive long enough to reach the person who has been running from it.”

The prophetess stared into his glowing eyes.

“Yes…”

She looked directly at him.

“The world demanded far too much from you.”

“All you ever wanted was to find some forgotten corner of existence where nobody demanded anything from you.”

She stepped forward.

“You wanted somewhere quiet enough that nobody would ask you to perform.”

Another step.

“You wanted to laugh without wondering whether you were laughing correctly.”

Another step.