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Chapter 4671: Awudan The Zealot

Davis hovered above the prey and had decided to act.

However, he took out a peculiar item and gazed at the scarlet nature of it. He recalled his past insights into Karmic Laws and his conversation with Ophirya Kaelis. She had been very helpful in allowing him to imagine how he should realize the ability he had been planning to incorporate.

Taking a deep breath, he kept an eye on the prey and considered.

‘For me to usurp a living person through karmic means, not only must I be ‘aware’ of their past, I must also be their present and prophesize their future. Only can I successfully usurp them. Using the scarlet karmic thread, I will come to know the cause for their existence, and using the new technique I shaped up, I will become the effect, and realize the subsequent process…’

‘Hmm… I’m an Anarchic Divergent, so I don’t need to worry about prophesying someone’s future because I could change it passively…’

‘As for the ‘process’, that’s the consequence part… it affects both me and the usurped… After I’m done with them, to protect myself, my identity, I must end the ‘effect’, which is not me but the past me that shaped into the victim… delete the karmic impersonation identity which directly kills the impersonated: the victim…’

Davis closed his eyes, going through his idea once again before lunging into the forest in a concealed manner.

He closed in towards the prey while slithering through the giant vegetation like a snake, not even disturbing a single leaf.

Peeking his head through a clearing, he saw the black-robed man known as Awudan walk forward.

Awudan was surveying his surroundings when he suddenly noticed something in a tree branch high above. He instantly became alert and looked over, his body becoming stiff, but he kept his energy poised to be unleashed. He was highly alert.

However, as a figure of a dark black bird manifested, he froze as he witnessed its deep and bottomless abyssal gaze. The pair of waning and waxing crescent eyes threatened to pull into a dreamless nightmare.

At that moment, Davis made his move.

He instantly neared the frozen Awudan and reached out his hand. It held the scarlet thread made from the Scarlet Destiny Spindle. His sapphire eyes, imbued with Karmic Sight, gazed at the scarlet bundle.

Awudan belatedly noticed the sudden ambush. He tried to move but couldn’t due to the Eternal Eclipse Bird’s gaze that locked him down.

With a single swipe, his hand nearly passed through Awudan’s head.

When Davis landed and slid, he turned to look back and saw that the scarlet thread was hooked to Awudan’s scarlet bundle deep inside his soul essence.

At that moment, everything around them began to tremble in their sight.

Davis felt like his consciousness was sucked into a void.

The world lurched in front of his eyes, and he could see that he was a child again. He could sense a carefree smile on his lips that only a child would have.

The sky was a soft purple lavender, even winds weaving through the wheat fields. My father ran towards me and hoisted me high onto his shoulders, his laughter echoing through the valley. My mother also stood at the doorway of our modest home, a gentle smile adorning her face as she held a lantern.

Her eyes were warm as she beckoned them closer. It made the night feel less cold. My heart swelled with safety. My father’s strength was my mountain. My mother’s love was my sky.

The world tilted eerily in front of his eyes again.

I was older, perhaps twelve, my hands blistered from practicing blade forms.

My father stood across from me, his spear steady, correcting my stance with stern patience. Sweat dripped into my eyes, but I didn’t complain. Every strike was a promise… that one day, I would make him proud. Behind us, mother hummed an old tune while stringing talismans on the porch.

Life was simple, radiant, and honest. There was really nothing to complain about.

That night, as the incredible sun dipped below the hills, our family gathered in the central room. The incense burned with a faint silvery smoke, curling toward a black mirror placed on a humble stone altar. Father knelt first, his broad shoulders straight. Mother followed, serene. I knelt between them, palms pressed together, heart pounding with reverence.

We bowed three times.

“We pray to the Great Void Reflection Deity, the Keeper of the Starry Abyss. Guide our hearts, sharpen our minds, protect our home, and reflect our flaws so we may become worthy.”

Father’s deep voice led the chant, mother’s soft hum followed, and I echoed with the fervor of youth. I remembered how the black mirror shimmered faintly with star-like glimmers that night, as though the deity itself had listened. My chest burned with pious devotion.

I felt chosen! I wanted to serve! I wanted to rise under the deity’s vast, unfathomable gaze.

Time shattered.

It was a starless night. I was already a powerful genius. A voice, vast, cold, incomprehensible, directly whispered into my soul, “He is your foundation, and she is the limiter. Destroy one and sacrifice the other, and you will rise.”

I trembled as the shadow of the Void Reflection Deity loomed over my heart. It didn’t need to threaten. It promised power, containing endless skies, manifested into a starry throne. And in that promise, my childish heart quaked.

Father turned to me when I entered the training hall. He smiled faintly, unaware. My grip on the blade was slick with sweat, not courage. He raised his spear in reflex when my strike came; the clash echoed through the night like breaking the peace.

His eyes widened, not in anger, but in disbelief. Then I could see pain wrack his soul.

Blood splattered the stone floor. My arms shook violently as I drove the blade in deeper, tears blurring my vision. His hand reached out, not to retaliate, but to touch my cheek… as if asking why.

The voice in my soul laughed like the shattering of stars.

The scene bled into another.

Mother knelt in the courtyard, hands bound by the dark robes of the Starry Corps. She didn’t fight. She only stared at me, eyes red, not from tears but from sleeplessness. There was no hatred. Only a sorrow so deep it burned.

I turned away. I told myself this was for a higher purpose. For the deity. For my rise. But her voice rippled through my resolve like thunder.

“My little star… was this the future you wanted?”

Without reply, I handed her to the emissaries of the Void Reflection Palace. Her figure disappeared into the darkness. My heart turned to stone to stop it from breaking.

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