Son of the Hero King

Chapter 732: Karma and Dream

[Nihil’s Dimension.]

Sitting on a rock, a young white-haired boy wearing shorts and a black shirt opened his eyes. A golden light flashed as he released a sigh, and a voice far older and ancient than what his appearance suggested came out of the boy’s mouth.

“I cannot feel Asura’s karma line anymore.” Three pairs of white wings flapped lightly on his back, and a golden halo shone above his head. He was an angel. In his hands was a small lyre.

“So he died.” Hypnos pinched the bridge of his nose. Things were not progressing as he had expected. Asura might not have been the strongest of them all at the peak of all their abilities and power. However, in the current era, where most of the others were still asleep, his straightforward combat abilities were practically invaluable. Losing him was a big blow to their plans.

“Was he able to send some information at least? Who was he fighting?”

“Sol Luxuria.”

“Him again.” Hypnos gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing with unconcealed hostility. Be it in the Astral Realm or during the war against Wratharis, this damned young man, barely even an adult, had proven to be a thorn in their path again and again. And Hypnos was sure that he would not stop being a thorn in the future.

However, more than anything,

“He is just a King, right?” Hypnos could only shake his head in disbelief. The way mortals grew in power was very intriguing, and after years of studying, Hypnos was sure that few could understand this system more than him.

A being in the King realm putting up a fight against someone in the Demigod realm was, in theory, not impossible.

If the King was a powerful Divine Beast of the likes of Kiyohime the Dragon Queen, or one of the four Great Witches, then it was possible to match someone on the likes of a False Demigod. Someone who reached their level of power through pure luck by stumbling on a crumbling Territory.

Even then, victory would be nearly impossible without great suffering and unimaginable sacrifice.

However,

Sol Luxuria was not some ancient being that stayed stuck in the King Realm for millennia.

Asura was not someone insignificant as a Fake Demigod either.

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“Any chances Asura was ganged up?”

“Impossible. The very reason we chose Asura for testing that boy in the first place was because it’s impossible to gang up on Asura. He can always force a one-on-one duel no matter the circumstance. Not even Tiamat or our stupid sisters could counter that Law.”

Hypnos nodded. They had already lost their powers, but their divine authority was still somewhat usable. Only a full-fledged God with a Law of equal or superior level could stop Asura’s forced duel law.

For him to die meant that he died fighting against a single opponent. And this opponent may or may not have been Sol Luxuria. The moron was hot-headed enough to disregard the plan and fight the strongest there. It was very possible for him to have died fighting Ambrosia, Lilith, or Sun Wukong.

“What do you think, Karma?”

Karma, the one who stood closest to the power of Fate. In terms of pure combat power, the young boy here was probably the weakest of them. However, as someone who governed Dreams and Illusion, Hypnos knew that abstract powers like theirs were always more dangerous than brutish powers like Asura’s own.

“Well. Let’s just say that I am debating killing myself again.” Karma laughed, but his words brought a chill down Hypnos' spine.

Eons ago, Karma was the only god to die before the Twilight of the Gods had commenced.

His end was simple. He chose to kill himself of his own volition.

Back then, no one knew why he chose to do that. Some simply theorized that he might have gotten bored with life. Only after Adam went mad did they realize that he had killed himself to escape the massacre that would soon unfold.

“Is it that bad?” Hypnos asked. “Is Sol the reincarnation of one of our siblings?”

“I do not know.” Karma swung his legs, now acting more like his appearance— that of a kid’s. “All I know is that you have two choices or perhaps three, in fact.” Karma giggled.

“One. Give up on Su Daji. Bind her and offer her to Sol Luxuria in sign of peace and surrender yourself.

“Two. Do not bother his side until Nihil wakes up. She is currently his fated nemesis. The Narrative Story and Fate can give her a powerful edge against him if you play your cards right.

“Three. Use all the power at your disposal now and launch an all-out attack. To utterly and completely destroy Lustburg and Sol Luxuria, and when I say all, I really mean everything you have in store. If you hold back even a little, you will fail to kill him.”

Su Daji was their younger sister. One born slightly before the 14 goddesses, she was a goddess governing over a concept of emotion, just like the fourteen goddesses. And the emotions she governed were the duality of Love and Hatred.

Karma shook his head as he finished speaking, “I know your ambitions, and I know that there is simply no way you will surrender yourself to that young man. As per our contract, I will shield you and our other siblings from all prying. I will sever and erase all Karma lines. But that is all.”

“You plan to play on both sides.”

“Yep.” Karma smiled, not denying the allegation in the slightest. He felt no shame.

“I am a coward. All I want to do is to observe the world and amuse myself. If I have to be honest, helping you guys already makes me somewhat of an enemy. But as long as I do not cross the line, I know that I will be spared whoever ends up being the winner.”

Hypnos gritted his teeth.

“Do not resent me, little brother. Thus, is the destiny of the weak. I only hold loyalty to myself. Only my survival matters the most. Why do you think I left no messages before killing myself back then? It was simply to not make our father angry. In his madness, he might have chased my soul across space and time just to erase me from all of existence.”

His form became faint. It was only an avatar and now that his work was done he had no reason to keep it here.

“It seems like it’s also time for me to leave the angels’ Kingdom. Those stupid pigeons might put me in the crossfire.” He appeared whimsical. Simply going with the flow where the wind took up.

His fingers glided on the strings of the lyre, bringing out a cheerful melody that contrasted with the somber mood.

“Smile, my brother. A new era is upon us. A beautiful and epic story is unfolding. The roles we will play in this era depend entirely on ourselves. Will you be a loser or a winner? A major character or only a footnote in the history to come? Only time will tell.” On those words, the young bard completely vanished from this space.

Now alone, Hypnos looked up. His plans needed to be changed.

As for surrender?

He never considered it even for an instant.

How could he call himself the God of Dreams and Illusions if he dared not even have dreams of his own? It would have been a ludicrous notion otherwise.

“A new era, huh?”

Then surely this new era would belong to him.

Thus was his sole dream.