Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

105 Metamorphosis and Awakening

“Why?”

Coles frowned when he heard that, as if he didn’t understand the other party’s question. However, his frown quickly eased.

“I almost forgot that your personality was built based on the Presiding Judge’s personality. With his personality, he might not be able to understand the thoughts of a normal person like me.”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the Pseudo Crowmen kneeling around him collapsed like straws.

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An invisible force appeared with his movements. The force guided the curses out of the Crowmen’s corpses and finally gathered into an illusory humanoid that kept changing.

“Our Presiding Judge always had a strange view. He always believed that everyone gathered around him because they agreed with his philosophy and not because they are impressed by his strength. That’s why he hanged the king who was involved in Moon Realm worship in front of all the citizens while promising that the Doomsday Watchers definitely won’t dabble in politics. On the one hand, he invested massive resources in rebuilding the Mage Guild that suffered heavy losses due to the Moon Realm’s invasion, and on the other hand, he simplified and made public the operating principles of all magic to dig out the foundation that the Mage Guild relied on for survival.”

As Coles spoke, the phantom that was the culmination of the curses floated to his side and overlapped with his body.

“For example, the prototype Astral Circuit of the Astral Laws was proposed by him and a few friends back then. Then, he turned around and handed this thing to the Mage Guild, which is the least likely to promote it in the world, instructing them to finish this idea in the future.”

As Coles spoke, he laughed at the other party’s childish thoughts.

At the same time, the phantom of the curses began to constantly seep into Coles’s body, causing the cracks on his body to constantly spread and deepen.

Coles stopped smiling and asked, “I don’t know how many contradictory things he has done, but to my surprise, he has done most of them. Do you want to guess the reason behind this?”

The Crow Feather Prophet shook his head.

“It’s simple. It’s because of strength,” Coles answered piously like a believer.

As he spoke, the first time he met the Presiding Judge surfaced in his mind.

Back then, he was surrounded by the Holy Spirits Church’s elite executor team and was on the verge of death.

A towering pillar of fire turned those people to ashes at a critical moment. Under the illumination of the fire, William Kane, who was wearing gorgeous armor, rode a Soul Horse that emitted faint netherflames and looked down at him. Behind him, a few people he would call companions in the future were chasing after the Church’s escapees.

Then, they chatted and laughed, not worried at all about the possible revenge of the behemothic Holy Spirits Church.

Indeed, the Holy Spirits Church didn’t dare seek trouble with them later.

“He dared to hang the king in public without fear of the royal family’s revenge because he could wipe out the entire Mage Hall alone. He could force the Mage Guild to make open all their academic books and let everyone borrow them from the public library because, without him, the entire Mage Guild would have ceased to exist.”

Coles looked at the wooden-faced Crow Feather Prophet and didn’t care if the other party could understand him.

Cracking, migraine-inducing sounds constantly sounded from Coles’s body as if he would shatter into pieces the next second.

However, Coles didn’t care at all. He allowed the cracks to deepen and spread on his body as he continued without changing his expression,

“From this perspective, our Presiding Judge isn’t much different from the Void Sovereigns in the Moon Realm. They rely on their strength to forcefully alter the order of the entire world. Perhaps the greatest difference is that the former cares more about the process, while the latter cares more about the outcome.”

The Crow Feather Prophet said with difficulty, “But this can’t be a reason for you to betray the Presiding Judge and choose to help the Moon Realm…”

With a loud crack, Coles’s body shattered into pieces and scattered to the ground because he couldn’t withstand the powerful curse.

However, above the pile of fragments, a pitch-black humanoid with tattered wings on its back curled up like a baby and floated in midair. Then, it slowly unfolded its body and landed on the reef.

Two beams of white light flashed, and it opened its eyes, which were filled with the threads of fate.

Blood constantly surged out of this humanoid’s body before dissipating, and a pale cyclone circled it.

It raised its hand slightly, and the soul fragment placed on the ancient throne covered in barnacles flew over and fused into its body.

After doing all of this, the pitch-black humanoid said, “Didn’t I make myself clear? In my opinion, be it the Presiding Judge or the Void Sovereigns, they are essentially the same. They’re just using absolute strength to modify this world per their ideals. Since everyone believes that their philosophy is right, the final victory will only depend on who is stronger.”

It was obvious that the stronger ones would be the Moon Realm, which had been nourished by centuries of Currere disasters.

At this point, Coles sighed and said, “To be honest, I didn’t expect the Presiding Judge to return a thousand years later, but it’s too late now. I admit that he’s still very powerful. He might have had an advantage in Currere a thousand years ago, but he might not be able to reverse the situation today. Therefore, rather than letting him try in vain to drag the entire world into the abyss, I should light up a beacon of hope for future mortals.”

Using the Blackwater Province as a sanctuary after the future plane fusion was the only condition Coles raised with the four Void Sovereigns who supported him.

This could be used as a source of power for his symbolic domain in the future, and it was also the best condition he could negotiate for the mortals on this continent.

With that said, the tattered black wings behind Coles suddenly spread out. The pitch-blackness all over his body gradually condensed into thick armor. At the same time, his face returned to his appearance a thousand years ago.

At this moment, he had completed his transformation from a mortal to a Moon Realm existence.

Under the blessings of the four Void Sovereigns, having accommodated one of the Father of the Crows’ soul fragments and the nourishment of the Crowmen’s curse, he finally broke free from the restraints of Currere and completely became a high-level Moon Realm existence.

The Crow Feather Prophet was about to say something when Coles raised his hand, and a ball of shadows instantly wrapped around him, turning him into a black egg-shaped cocoon.

“It’s not enough…”

Feeling his strength, Coles looked at his hand and muttered.

“It’s just the beginning…”

With that said, he turned into a black light and disappeared from the reef.

The black cocoon floated quietly on the reef. After a long time, the black cocoon quietly cracked open, and the darkness that surged out silently swallowed the entire reef. A calm, sphere-shaped hole appeared over the sea.

It looked like a black hole had been dug out of a blue postcard.

At the same time, in the Platinum Palace ten thousand miles away from the reefs of the Shattered Sea, a woman screamed and woke up from her nightmare.

The woman who held the highest authority in the Empire panted for a long time before calming down. She reached out and switched on the magic crystal lamp on the bedside table. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and was stunned for a long time before muttering to herself,

“Don’t hand over that crow feather to the other party? Why?”