I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"What do you want to say?"

Beth looked at Angel Beth. Since she was going to lose anyway, what on earth did they want to tell her?

Angel Beth did not answer immediately. She waved her hand gently, and everything around her returned to darkness.

One after another, figures began to gather towards Angel Beth. The black shadow reappeared, staring into Beth's eyes, like a mother looking at a wandering son.

"Beth, repent."

“You have to become more ruthless and more true to your beliefs.”

"None of us have had experiences like you, and if you can leave them behind, you'll be stronger."

Countless exhortations came to Beth, and she was uneasy and in a trance.

Future wars are destined to be extremely difficult.

Everything before my eyes is so precious.

Beth looked at the shadow in front of her. That was her future failed self. The power of the saints was facing the future. Beth had always been curious about where the power to see through the future came from.

Now she knew that those images of the future were conveyed to her by these failed Beths.

Beth closed her eyes and asked quietly:

"You think that if you value belief more than you do, you can solve your failures and gain hope for the future, right?"

The silver around them was like a treasure, and tears came to their eyes. This was their wish, and Beth's return was exactly what they hoped for.

"Beth, this is the only way."

"That's the experience we've learned, and now we're passing it all on to you."

"Accept us, we will give you wisdom and the power to change everything."

Beth was unmoved after hearing this. She suddenly opened her eyes, and those eyes emitted thousands of golden lights, like the eyes of God, seeing straight through the darkness in front of her.

"Since you contain the power and wisdom from the endless future, why are you still black?"

The black shadows were stunned. They looked at each other, with the same question in their hearts: why, why were they not the golden color of the saints?

Why is it that only in their own memories can they briefly display the golden color of the saints?

The shadows gathered here were all once saints. They had all sought the path of sainthood more than once, but why, in the end, they were all black?

“It is precisely because we have failed that we can summarize the future and become a helper for the saints.”

Beth shook her head and said:

"It is because you have failed that you are not saints."

She looked at these shadows. Each shadow was a life and a journey of search for a saint.

"The road ahead can only be found by the saints themselves. You pass on your so-called knowledge to me. Then am I a saint, or are you a saint?"

The shadows were stunned, and suddenly they became furious:

"Of course we are saints."

"We have all held the Tree of Power."

"We have all given our all for our ideals."

Listening to the shadows' explanations, Beth sneered and said without any mercy:

“No, you are not saints.

The moment you start dwelling on your past failures, you cease to be saints."

The shadows were boiling again. They came forward and pulled Beth. They filled the space around Beth. They injected their voices into Beth's ears.

“No, we are saints.”

"Our faith remains, and we are still planning for the future."

"Our past will be the best strength for the new Saints. You should accept it."

Their voices were anxious and their expressions were panic-stricken, as if they had been abandoned.

"Accept?" Beth laughed coldly.

"No, I don't want acceptance, I want choice."

Beth suddenly grabbed a black shadow. The black shadow looked at Beth, and black aura was absorbed into Beth's body.

“Of course I will absorb all of you, but you should understand that it is me who should make the choice, not you.

The power of saints, or in other words, the power of might.

Tyrants never listen to other people's opinions. Since I am the powerful, everything should be based on my opinion.

Who gave you the courage to offend a king who is in power and at the peak of his powers?"

Beth finally absorbed the first shadow. She looked around and found that this was indeed the Dark Swamp.

The first test she faced was herself in the dark swamp.

If she allows these losers to control her because of confusion and fear, then what is the difference between her and these losers?

"You blocked my way. Now, I want you to become my stepping stones."

Beth suddenly opened her arms, and a golden mountain rose into the sky.

The big tree used to grow upwards, but now Beth wanted it to grow downwards and sink its roots into the dark swamp.

"Let me see what else is in this black mud."

The black shadow was entangled by the golden roots, turning into black spots and merging into Beth's golden tree.

And the golden tree, nourished by these dark shadows, became stronger and stronger.

There is one thing that these shadow Beths are right about.

That is the Beth of this world. She has experiences that ordinary Beths don’t have. She entered the dark swamp and completely transformed herself into a qualified tyrant.

What correct opinions and past experiences are all things that should be discarded in the eyes of a confident tyrant.

Even looking at it is a humiliation to oneself.

These losers are only worthy of being stepping stones.

After an unknown amount of time, Beth finally stopped hearing any sound. She knew that those Beths from the future were now dead.

Their future has been completely denied by Beth in her heart.

But the world before my eyes was still extremely dark.

There is not only Beth in the dark swamp, but also countless people.

They are the other side of the sea of ​​desire. They are the Youlun family who long for family affection and long to live.

They were John who had to abandon his beliefs for the sake of his friends.

They are the ones who have to remain silent in the square in order to survive.

Beth looked at this man, who was living in confusion, abandoning his ideals and drifting with the flow, escaping from reality for the sake of the present comfort, and fearing death...

This is the Dark Swamp. The Dark Swamp is a product of light. Everything about it does not appear out of thin air.

"Since you have no faith, why not leave everything to me."

Beth spread out the roots of the Tree of Power, and the roots continued to absorb the darkness.

Along with the absorption of the Tree of Power, the memories of these people also all entered Beth's mind.

Beth looked at the memories but didn't dwell on them for a moment.

She doesn't care.

As the tree roots absorbed endlessly, their length gradually increased. Beth looked at the memory at the very bottom of the tree roots, and she had a feeling that it was her last obstacle.

She reached out to touch the memory, but instead of entering the memory, a person appeared in front of her.

"Bennett!"