Chapter 295

Therefore, 'Davia escaped from prison' is a rebellion against Van, and also a symbol of a great 'Future'.

"I agree to join you in the rebellion."

As night fell, the twelfth generation of Davia had fallen asleep, heard a certain sound.

Soon he felt the world around him ripple and tremble. For a moment, the colors in his eyes became vibrant, then turned pale. Everything became so bright that the radiance overshadowed everything.

The next moment, the twelfth generation Davia saw a group of people whose faces were blurred and indistinct, like faded oil paintings, but from their appearance and attire, it was not difficult to tell that they were all of low Caste or untouchables.

A silver-haired man stood before them, and the crowd listened to him speak.

The twelfth generation Davia could not hear what he was saying, but he could feel a kind of 'love' emanating from him, which washed over everyone like a warm wave.

Soon, the twelfth generation Davia saw a farmer in chains crawling before the man, desperately reaching out his hands in pleading.

The man removed the chains from the farmer, helped him to his feet, and handed him a sword.

This act contained love; the twelfth generation Davia had felt this way once before, but had long forgotten when.

This love asks for nothing in return; it is boundless, pure, and immaculate, its touch incredibly soft, like a hand gently wiping away a child's tears.

He didn't know how much time had passed; the man was now all alone, his audience vanished like shadows. He reached out to the still-present twelfth generation Davia, and said with a smile:

"Hello."

"You, you are the first generation--"

Gazing into those blue eyes and those silver hairs, the twelfth generation Davia murmured unconsciously.

"No, I am not."

Kavia shook her head. "They just mistook him for me because I removed his shackles and handed him a sword, so they want to remove the sword and put the shackles back on."

"Just because of this reason, I and so many others before me have been deceived..."

"I'm sorry, but just like they were before me, I will say to you who bear my name, 'Do you suffer because you are Davia, or because you are called Davia?' Don't rush to answer."

This Kavia is merely a portion of Kavia's will that is still confronting the Supreme Brahman himself within the 'room'. Previously, in order to completely dismantle his will to resist, the Supreme Brahman sent his will into the world Bhandasura, the King of Dharma. This is why the gods have not appeared since the Battle of Kuja, because they were busy dealing with Bhandasura, who had been sent into the world by the Supreme Brahman.

Having understood this, Kavia also devoted his will to the world.

However, Bhandasura chose the Heaven Realm and the Underworld Realm of the gods, while Kavia chose the world of humans.

"... If that's the case, why don't you appear in person? With your power, we will definitely—"

"Because the real Future is the activity of all the people here realizing their true value, breaking the shackles they feel they must submit to, breaking down all barriers. This is the real beginning. It's not about having my will, but about having yours."

"When you encounter something that makes you feel wronged, and at the same time discover that what's holding you back is a distorted world, you must stand up and correct this distortion." This is what I've always thought, and this is what I hope for.

Then, Kavia laughed.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have witnessed the birth of a free will passed down through generations within this false reincarnation. And all I can do now is to become a beacon of hope to illuminate your lonely and cruel journey. May your courage endure as long as the stars in the Universe."

"Please tell me your name, you've suffered for so long..."

"However, that's not important."

In the blink of an eye, Kavia's figure had disappeared before Davia's eyes, and in another blink, the sky outside had brightened.

The twelfth generation Davia glanced out of his cell window at the slums outside the prison, a sight he had long since grown weary of.

A gentle breeze caressed their faces, and the crowd, persecuted by the rigid hierarchical system, echoed with the cry of 'Survive!'

Goodbye... no...

Facing the radiance, the twelfth generation Davia shook his head.

"It's not goodbye."

I.

Us.

This world.

"It's only just beginning."

Gradually, he escaped from prison along with the people who were rebelling against Caste, and they ran towards the Rising Sun.

And so, one step, two steps, three steps... laughing, shouting, carrying, dragging, full of persistence and hope, they raced wildly toward the setting Shemesh in the distance.

When it collides with the injustices of the world, it produces the distant sound of drums.

A hoarse laugh mingles with the punishment bestowed by Fate, and a free spirit roams the earth, heading towards the Future.

The darkness could not catch them, for there were still stars and the Sun's light in the sky.

But it doesn't matter if there's no light in the sky.

In this pitch-black world, there is still light that shines as witnesses to their burning passion.

Under the countless rays of sunlight, these people's figures shone even brighter.

It is unclear when, but people began to call the Nameless statue of their leader Original Sin Davia, sculpted from clay "Kavia," who is said to be Deity who guards the world's misfortunes and suffering in the Divinity Himalayas Mountains.

The name of this idol has never been changed since then.

Never again, never again.

In the 'room' that encompassed the Universe, for a fleeting moment, the Supreme Brahman sensed that some of the Universe that should obey him were completely still, even emitting a strange color as if they were burning with flames.

The Supreme Brahman was utterly perplexed by this.

Kavia, who was confronting him, replied with a tone of 'That's good!'

"Since the world's happiness is created by everyone, then everyone will take action, right?"

A hero who single-handedly saves everything is both fortunate and tragic.

"You didn't even notice? Look, they're already flying over—that's the flame that defeated you."

The silver-haired youth, unarmed and completely unguarded, grinned.

What did he mean by that? The Supreme Brahman pondered—

"This, this is..."

He finally realized.

Within the Myriad Universes of the room, tiny, glittering rays, finer than a hair, gradually emerged, intertwining and coalescing into a massive flame that scorched the darkness, turning it into daylight.

The next second--

Deafening Crash intense, scorching sound directly drowned out the Universe chanting of the Supreme Brahman.

"How foolish, Kavia. I don't know what you're doing or planning to do, to try and influence the world through beings as insignificant as dust. But you're wrong. They are too powerless. Only beings filled with power can have any influence."

The faint lights coalesced and gave birth to a tremendous radiance. The Supreme Brahman had already understood this, but He had only one question.

Why would the Universe within these 'rooms' dare to defy them?

Because one doesn't even need to lift a finger; a single thought is enough to utterly crush it.

"That won't happen."

Kavia bluntly rejected all of Supreme Brahman's claims, gazing at him with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Your countdown to destruction has begun, Supreme Brahman."

The India Age of Gods, in the Heaven Realm and Underworld Realm where gods and Asura still exist.

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?"

In the Ocean of Milk, the Goddess of Supreme Beauty of India, Mohini, looked at Vishnu with displeasure.

"You actually want me to mislead that damned Bhandasura and stray from the Dharma? Why don't you just die, Vishnu!"

Despite being verbally abused by Mohini, Vishnu maintained his usual smile.

"Because it's part of the Lila."

Speaking of which, Vishnu was also puzzled as to why a King of Dharma Bhandasura, would suddenly appear in the last cycle of this end of the Age of Gods. It was indeed strange, but it didn't matter; he could just go with the Lila.

As is well known, the stories in India mythology vary from one another, and this is because they occurred in different places during various cycles of reincarnation, which is why there are such differences.

"I'd rather die than go. Let whoever wants to go go."

"Why? Little sister, you don't have anyone you like, and besides, Bhandasura is the King of Dharma— "

"... Anyway, anyway, I will never agree!"

"But even if you say that, if Mohini doesn't do it this way, we won't be able to handle this final Calamity and then confidently hand the world over to humanity, leaving this already mysterious and decaying world behind."

I don't care anymore!

Mohini shook his head frantically, "If all else fails, I'll go find Durga. Durga is so strong, he can definitely..."

The more she spoke, the less confident the red-haired Goddess became, because since Lila had said so, it must be the only way.

But for some reason, she still couldn't bring herself to say it.

Vishnu also had this feeling. He had always had a sense of unease, as if something was missing in all those cycles of reincarnation. But no matter how hard he searched, he could not find that missing thing.

This sense of incongruity also applies to the other two Aspected God.

After Kavia went to the 'room' at the end of the first cycle, Supreme Brahman initiated the reboot of the Universe, erasing all memories of 'Kavia' and 'Buddha'. This led to the fact that what the three Aspected God considered the first cycle was actually the second cycle.

There are quite a few differences.

For example, Mohini was an independent Goddess of Supreme Beauty from the beginning; Sati stopped to gaze at the Himalayas Mountains more than once during the Fire Sacrifice of Daksha; the Jalandhara the harp, naturally knew how to play it; Durga stayed in the Himalayas Mountains except for specific matters; and even Andhaka would subconsciously go to the seaside when bullied...

Although none of this was explicitly stated within the Lila, it still happened with undeniable reality, leaving the puzzled Aspected God to attribute it to mere chance in the world.

"We also believe that Mohini didn't need to be treated this way."

As the siblings fell silent, a radiant light flashed from the Ocean of Milk, and then Shiva and Brahma appeared before them.

But what should Bhandasura do?

According to the knowledge Lila the three gods, Bhandasura, as the natural King of Dharma, will rule the world with Dharma for 60,000 years. Therefore, on the advice of some Rishi and gods, Vishnu decided to have Mohini tempt him away from Dharma in order to resolve the situation.

"..."

When Vishnu asked him questions, there was only silence and the occasional sound of waves emanating from the Ocean of Milk.

This left Vishnu with nothing to do but close his eyes, shake his head, and sigh softly:

"There's nothing we can do about it..."

Bhandasura was born on the Underworld Realm a little over a decade after the Battle of Juye, causing the gods to cease appearing in the mortal realm and focus their attention on dealing with him. However, even if Bhandasura hadn't come, things would still be the same, because in this final cycle, the invasion of the Giant God many years ago caused the mystical decline, and before long, the Planet would belong to humanity... To put it another way, perhaps it is precisely because of the Giant God that this final cycle is happening.

"The mistress of the Himalayas, the Wrath of Durga, Kali, her power can contain us all, it can only be so."

"Yes, that's what I think too."

Suddenly, Shiva spoke, and there was a clear meaning in his eyes when he looked at Vishnu: "Under no circumstances can he accept Mohini bewitching Bhandasura." Even Brahma's eyes conveyed the same message.

This puzzled Vishnu, who wondered why they were so adamant. Although this was the first Lila to be involved with his sister, their relationship with Mohini was only so-so. It seemed that Durga was the only one who was close to his sister... But Vishnu thought so too.

"Alright, let's take action! Let's gather the gods!"

The three gods felt that if Mohini were to bewitch Bhandasura for 60,000 years, it would be a betrayal, an unbearable Wrath. Although they did not know the source of the anger, the three gods had this thought.

A few days later, outside the Asuras King in the Underworld Realm, all the fighting forces of the India Age of Gods gathered.

"Damn Shiva, this time I'm going to personally rip his head off alive."

"He's still my father. Although I'm also unhappy, don't be so obvious about it."

I don't care who you are.

"So you think you're so great just because you're angry? Watch out, I might—"

"Stop arguing!"

Vritra slapped the ground with a displeased expression, which caused Jalandhara and Andhaka beside him to snort and then fall silent.

These three Asuras Kings are currently subordinates of Bhandasura, and are the three leaders of the many Asuras King summoned by Bhandasura. As the King of Dharma, Bhandasura has a unique ability: to summon villains from all ages. Asura such as Moses Sand, Ravana, Hiranyakashipu, Hiranyaksha, and Mahishi have also appeared and confronted the gods.

"Wow, it's Durga? These guys actually made him their main fighting force? And the three Aspected God are behind them, unbelievable."

When Phrixus saw that the procession of gods was led by Durga, the mistress of the Himalayas Mountains, Vritra somewhat incredulous.

In the many reincarnations that followed the first, she was naturally dealt with by Indra, but she would inexplicably be resurrected long afterward outside the Himalayas Mountains. Over time, she lived there and kept to herself and Durga, the mistress of the Mistress of the Himalayas.