The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 785 - 396 "Share Half of My Name with You" (5000)_3

That is the pure white world reflected in the pupils of the Last Bishop—

Henceforth, the plan for Heaven commenced.

Solo custodian of Heaven for thirty thousand years.

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Time began to accelerate.

Radiant Era year 29900.

"From now on, you shall be called Merlin Andre."

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Radiant Era year 29910.

"From now on, you are only allowed to perform magic with your toes."

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Era of Chaos minus 25 years.

"From now on, you take this shift. I'm off duty heeheehee."

In the final years of the Radiant Era, amidst Merlin's numerous attacks on Floating Wood, the Last Bishop resigned from the position of Holder of Heaven, passing the role of Heaven's gatekeeper to his disciple.

He had lived for thirty thousand years, from the Era of Chaos through the Radiant Era, but the new era no longer provided a reason for his continued existence.

The Last Bishop grew incredibly aged; the lengthy years had sapped his life's essence, and he lingered in the world like a doddering old man. Yet, if he so wished, he could continue to live until the destruction of Nether.

But all that was no longer necessary.

He was merely a faceless being, nameless, without a past, only lingering within echoes of what once was, ceaselessly resonating above Heaven.

The pure white Holy Eyes could analyze all magic. Through these thirty thousand years, he attempted to study the techniques of Life Esoteric Church, advancing steadily as he had hoped.

This was the only way he could think of... to ultimately defeat destiny.

His own projection must return to the Era of Chaos.

According to the rules of Nether, only the projections of the deceased could appear in Nether World; thus, he had to lose everything, bury his past all thirty thousand years ago, turn his everything into the steps for climbing Fate's Staircase. The shadow of his past would pave the way for the future, casting the pure white world he had seen into the pupils of the future! freeweɓnøvel.com

To usurp the gods with an "error"!

As An Su said, as the Reversed Pope revealed the outcome:

"Reversed Pope"

"From now on, the divine no longer decorate you with honors, only you can bestow your own crown."

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Everything from the beginning was but a prelude to the end, "No one can decorate me with honors, except for myself."

Thus, the past An Su Moningsta will confer honors upon the future An Su Moningsta—

The past An Su will "crown" the future An Su.

Climb the long staircase of destiny! Climb the long staircase of destiny! Climb the long staircase of destiny!

This is not a ladder granted by the gods, this is not a fate bestowed by the gods, this is the path he takes, these are the steps of destiny he creates, sacrificing everything, forsaking everything, deceiving everything, including himself!

Only by doing so can the gods be defeated!

He will climb to the end of Fate's Staircase, ascend to the heavens, his throne will he raise above all gods!

In the autumn of Era of Chaos minus 25 years, the Faceless One perished, and in the same year, the son of the Demon Clan, the child of the Chenxing family, the "Child of the Curse" An Su Moningsta was born with blood, he would curse the entire era, until divine authority withered and fell, until the very end of Fate's Staircase.

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Era of Chaos minus 19 years, the last snow night of the year.

Border town.

The young master of the Chenxing family ran away from home for the first time, braving the vast expanse of heavy snow, a mere whim, strolling the streets on intuition. He walked through bustling alleys, past dripping eaves, circling the densely packed town center square, finally turning into a squalid slum.

The melting filthy snow on the ground would dirty his noble robe, but he did not care about that.

The young master seemed to sense something and curiously made his way to the deepest part of the slum, a place untouched by sunlight, where the shadows of the sycamore trees hung down, a corner where all shadows converged.

"Would you like to come home with me?"

"My name is An Su Moningsta."

The boy looked at the girl, extending his hand.

"What's your name?"

The girl raised her head, grasping the hand the boy offered,

"I am—"

"Erm... Umm." The delicate girl raised her head from the corner of shadows, tentatively lifted her fingertip, taking the boy's offered hand, "My name is... something Ya..."

She pondered it, the girl had temporarily forgotten her past name.

She looked distressed, as if trying to remember her name, but her memory was not yet entirely clear, still somewhat blurred, currently only partially recalled—she was merely whispering fragments of her memory.

The girl whispered softly.

"Erm..."

"... Ya."

"Miss Enya." The boy nodded, repeating, "Then what's your last name?"

"... Forgotten."

"Then let's share half of my name with you."

The pure hoarfrost peacefully melted into early winter, the snow fell heavier, the sky's gate opened in an instant, snowflakes fluttered through between the boy and girl, enveloping the world in a pure white realm.

And amidst the falling snow, the boy revealed a smile, the dark blue light in his eyes reflecting a dark blue world in the girl's pupils!

"Enya Moningsta—"

An Su declared to the girl, "That is your name, the girl who shares my name."

Era of Chaos minus 19 years, the last winter, the girl named Enya Moningsta met again with the boy named An Su Moningsta, and after this night came spring, the long-awaited spring days.

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Era of Chaos minus 10 years, Heaven.

"Error rate: ninety-nine percent."

At the very top of the Chaotic Ladder, the Last Bishop's projection in Nether vanished.

An Su awoke, opening his pure white pupils.

"Enya Moningsta."

He declared to the stars in the sky, "This is your name."

"The girl who shares my fate."