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Chapter 221 220. The One Destined to Return (Imitation)

Seven twenty-five.

He was dead.

As this hazy thought slowly took shape in the darkness, Hong Yuan recalled the terrifying fate that had befallen him. The prank he had eagerly anticipated had not gone as planned.

Things seemed to be going very badly.

Memories surfaced like bubbles, gradually coalescing into a clear picture: the banquet, the fake prophecy, Qin Lan, and Ma En who was with her. He had been planning to make fun of that guy. Ah, he remembered…

Ma En had killed him.

Eight twelve.

This was the end.

He still had many unused tricks. Given some time to prepare, he could have scared Ma En to death. And now that he thought about it, he could have threatened the other party with the lives of Qin Lan or others, even…

Hong Yuan's mood sank lower and lower.

What was he thinking?

He had lost.

Victory and defeat had been decided in an instant. Ma En had spent no time at all killing him. Even if he had been prepared, it might have only prolonged the battle by a few minutes.

Those thoughts just now were nothing more than the last stubbornness of a loser.

The ending had already explained everything.

A crushing defeat.

Eight thirty-seven.

A glimmer of light shone into the darkness, then slowly dispersed in front of the bewildered Hong Yuan, forming a clear image. Then, a memory from the past resurfaced in his mind and played out again.

It was his last near-death experience.

Hong Yuan remembered.

The Federation had found them to deal with the Moon God, and the situation then was not as favorable as the one he faced now. He had tried to do something about it, but people within the Federation and the Salvation Alliance had noticed his problem.

Then, the Federation and the Salvation Alliance reached an agreement.

They decided to eliminate him.

Hong Yuan had hindered their cooperation.

And as with this time, he still felt that he, who was almost a god, didn't need to worry about the threats from the Federation and the Salvation Alliance at all, and almost didn't take these guys seriously. Therefore, before he could react…

He had already reached a dead end.

It was then that he realized that the situation he was facing was already predestined. It wasn't just the Federation and the Salvation Alliance who wanted to kill him, but also the God of Divine Firmament, who didn't even know of his existence. They joined forces to hunt him down.

And just before he was about to be killed.

Everything changed.

The world no longer had a Moon God.

The complex system was completely destroyed by this forgetting. The assassins sent by the Federation and he didn't remember each other. When he woke up in the land where he should have died, the assassin had already left.

And it was precisely because of this that he had uncharacteristically instructed his servant before going to the banquet.

So that was it…

He hadn't completely died yet.

No wonder there were thoughts flowing in the darkness.

Suddenly, Hong Yuan felt a viscous growl behind him, and then he felt something appear around him, dragging his decaying body backward.

Midnight thirty-seven.

Successive roars almost deafened him, and then he instinctively raised his legs and ran forward in a desperate attempt to survive. He immediately heard the sound of hooves pounding the ground and the whistling of the wind behind him.

Then he felt it.

This was the aura of death.

Panic and fear surged into his mind at the same time. Hong Yuan began to flee frantically on all fours like an animal. The chaotic thoughts quickly receded like a tide, returning this broken body to its ancient instincts.

His feelings during this time were almost blank.

Hong Yuan only knew that he had almost really died several times during this process.

But in the end, he dragged his dying body to one forty-five.

And heard the sound of the mirror shattering.

New light shone into the darkness along the cracks in the mirror.

Through the broken mirror, Hong Yuan saw a church.

Ornate murals and solemn reliefs covered every corner of the church, using the typical style of the Holy Church in the fifteenth century.

Although the murals and stained glass windows of the church depicted common content of the Holy Church, they were much more comical and exaggerated than those of normal churches, and the colors used were also more vivid and bright. Some of the figures looked like those in satirical newspapers of the last century.

Moreover, the stories depicted in these murals and reliefs had several figures that would not be seen in normal churches, and in the middle of this church was a stone statue. They were the true gods worshiped here—Chaos.

And most importantly, although these figures were dressed differently, they all had the same face.

It was Hong Yuan's face.

This was his church.

A young female voice pushed open the door of the church.

The one who came was Rosette, the servant who had once received his instructions. She walked to Hong Yuan's statue with an almost fanatical expression and knelt down, then took out the glass bead from her bosom and unhesitatingly put it into her mouth, while lowering her head and beginning to pray devoutly.

It was now three thirty-three.

Crack.

The mirror was about to give way.

Countless white lights burst out like arrows towards Hong Yuan's direction. As the distance between them decreased, these hard white light arrows slowly became soft and finally gently landed on him.

Pulling him over.

Shattering the mirror completely.

Fresh air instantly poured into his lungs, and then truly bright light also rushed into his retina. The clamorous noise immediately completely overwhelmed his silent thoughts, and then he felt himself staggering and falling to the ground.

“……” Hong Yuan heard an urgent and nervous female voice.

Rosette reached out to help the naked Hong Yuan, slowly helping the panting man up. At this moment, all of his skin was an abnormally pale white, and his body was so thin that the outline of his ribs could be seen.

“Master…” She looked at Hong Yuan worriedly and said.

But the man ignored her, just staring blankly at the world in front of him, as if he had not yet realized where he was at this moment. After standing there blankly for three minutes, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

“I’m alive.”

A burst of ecstatic joy after surviving a disaster suddenly burst out in his eyes:

“I’m alive!

“I knew I wouldn’t die! Even death can’t do anything to me, I’m a god! Everything will return to chaos, my will is above logic and truth, death is life, I am the God of Chaos…”

Although the content of his words was still arrogant, Hong Yuan's tone gradually became lower and lower, and finally he closed his mouth.

Because he remembered…

He had died twice.

If it hadn't been for the accident of the Moon God's disappearance, he would have died of arrogance the first time he was jointly hunted down, and he was basically able to survive in Ma En's hands because of the reminder in that dream.

Otherwise, he would have already died.

In fact, he almost didn't make it back.

Hong Yuan looked around at the church that mocked the Holy Church with a dazed expression, and a look of fear and wry smile slowly appeared on his face. There was also a bit more of the joy of surviving after being tempered.

If he hadn't been lucky, he would have died twice.

And in both of these defeats, he arrogantly treated others, always feeling that he, who was almost a true god, could not possibly lose. It was this attitude of looking down on others that laid the foundation for his death.

Reality cruelly told Hong Yuan…

He was not a god at all, but just an arrogant reality warper.

Now he understood.