Dancing on the golden ashes-Chapter 225: Unexpected Guest’s Arrival

I coughed up more blood, the bitter taste filling my mouth. My heart had been torn open and refused to restart no matter how desperately I tried. The only thing keeping me standing now was my soul energy, frantically rushing to shield my vital organs from collapse.

"I wish I could accompany you to the deepest depths of hell, Gaon," Jeong Suhan whispered coldly, wiping my spit off his face with a disgustingly calm smile. With ruthless cruelty, he twisted the blade embedded in my chest, shattering what remained of my heart. A wave of pain washed through me as he pulled the sword free, only to suddenly pull me into an embrace—this damn bastard.

"Just die already, you bitch," he whispered gently, mockingly tender. "Die, and let the world finally be safe from the chaos you’re destined to unleash. I’ll stop you. I’ll save this world, even if it costs me my life." Continue your adventure at novelbuddy

I could barely believe the ridiculous words that flowed from his lying mouth, dripping with false heroism. Did people truly fall for this facade? They must be just as foolish as he was.

"You will never…have your way…" I whispered back into his ear, my voice filled with cold hatred.

Suddenly, my body ignited with uncontrollable power. The raw energy of sins surged violently through my veins, drowning me in overwhelming envy. Jealousy twisted my soul, screaming to tear him apart. How dare he play the hero while I was painted as the villain, forced into darkness by fate itself? I wouldn’t accept it. Wrath and pride intertwined, fueling the raging storm within me.

The world froze around us for just one breath. Then, with a cold, merciless push of my palm, I sent him flying, his ribs collapsing under my strike with a satisfying crunch.

"What the hell is that power?!" Nam Ji-ho screamed from the side, panic evident in his voice as he desperately struggled against my clone, which was rapidly gaining the upper hand. I wasn’t exactly sure if he was shouting about my clone’s strength or the terrifying power I’d unleashed moments before—but honestly, I didn’t really care. The mysterious energy flowing through my veins, the one I named the power of sins, surged within me uncontrollably. It was a wild, chaotic force, born of rage, envy, pride—all the darkest emotions that lurked deep inside my heart, awakened each time death knocked at my door.

Even now, after all this time, I had questions—too many questions. When exactly did this power first stir within me? When had my eyes first changed color, shifting shades to reflect my sins? If I recalled correctly, it was after the very first time I had consumed a soul—or at least, that’s what I assumed. Without a mirror constantly at hand, I relied only on how others looked at me in shock and fear. My hair, too, had slowly changed color afterward, but not immediately. Why? Why had the transformation been delayed that first time?

I shook off these distracting thoughts. Now wasn’t the time for curiosity—I would have countless lonely years ahead to contemplate those mysteries. Right now, a single goal burned fiercely in my mind, driving out all other distractions: ending what I had started far too long ago. Jeong Suhan and Nam Ji-ho had escaped death too many times, and today, at least one of them had to fall under my blade.

My gauntlets morphed once again, reshaping themselves into vicious claws of pure darkness. I slashed at the air, the void itself trembling before splitting open with a sound that could tear through souls. A frigid black slash surged toward Jeong Suhan, who was still reeling from my previous strike, tumbling pathetically through the air. I barely spared a glance at Nam Ji-ho, a bitter sneer forming on my lips as I crafted a miniature sun in my palm. It blazed fiercely, illuminating me like some divine goddess of destruction. Soon, the entire battlefield dimmed in submission, every speck of light swallowed by the sun I had birthed. My clone lunged immediately, grabbing Nam Ji-ho with an unbreakable grip, pinning him helplessly to await his end. Today, he would burn, and I would feast on his soul.

The blazing sun shot from my hand, its wrathful flames consuming Nam Ji-ho’s trembling form. He screamed, the agonized, desperate shriek filling my ears like a beautifully twisted melody. I extended my hand forward to rip his soul away, savoring the moment—but then, without any warning, a presence appeared, descending gracefully from the sky. This new arrival, cloaked in an aura that felt both ancient and absolute, deflected my attack with casual ease, redirecting the destructive flames harmlessly into the earth below, shattering the ground in a fiery explosion.

Smoke billowed out, dispersing to reveal Nam Ji-ho’s severely burned, pitiful body. His hair had completely disappeared, reduced to nothing but a scorched scalp and blackened flesh. His charred face twisted in pain, barely alive. My clone had been annihilated instantly by a mere wave of this newcomer’s hand.

I turned sharply, rage flaring to life within me, only to feel a sudden jolt run through my entire being. My heart sank with disbelief.

The man who had arrived stood effortlessly in midair, his long, midnight-black hair cascading like liquid silk behind him, perfectly framing an impossibly handsome face. He carried himself with a majestic presence, clad in luxurious, flowing black robes that only served to enhance his refined, immortal bearing. His eyes were deep, fathomless pools of dark mystery, his expression gentle, almost paternal, yet subtly condescending.

My blood ran cold as recognition settled in, a chill seizing my heart.

"Creator…" I spat the word out like venom, my voice dripping with hatred. Fury ignited within me like an inferno, hotter than anything I had ever felt. After all the suffering he had caused, he dared to appear now—openly, without even bothering to hide his face. But why?

He smiled warmly, confidently, as if he could sense my confusion and enjoyed it immensely. "So, you recognize me. Good," he said calmly, his voice carrying a deep resonance. "That saves me a lot of trouble."

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With a gentle flick of his wrist, he casually tore open a spatial rift beside Nam Ji-ho, clearly intending to rescue him. My teeth clenched tightly in response…