The Faith That Had Not Been Extinguished Even After a Thousand Years, Proof of a Life Denied

"An Mixiu. Kufensi. Qiao Shefei. The sacrifices of all of us, planned over a thousand years."

"Was it all just for something like revenge?"

Once the false exhilaration faded, it was replaced by exhaustion and emptiness rising from the depths of his soul. King Piel had fallen from power because of corruption, turning their thousand years of obsession, sacrifice, planning, and strength into a colossal joke!

The target of his hatred had destroyed himself in a manner that was practically insulting.

The punch he had gathered every ounce of strength to throw ultimately struck empty air, hitting a pile of rotting sludge and only splashing himself with filth.

This was not victory. It was the ultimate denial, denying the meaning of the life Lufa had lived after being betrayed, denying all his suffering and struggle.

So he laughed.

He laughed at Piel's hypocrisy and insignificance, at Ares's absurdity and decay, and even more at his own laughable, pitiful, tragic obsession of a thousand years.

Within that laughter was madness that had burned everything away, as well as the hollowness of having lost every goal.

Piel's downfall, especially his downfall in this manner, had emptied out the sole meaning behind Lufa's continued existence.

The purpose of his life had been revenge: to personally drag King Piel down from that hypocritical throne, crush everything he had, and make him repent for his sins amid extreme pain and regret.

That was the "victory" Lufa deserved, proof against the life that had been denied to him.

But what now?

Piel had fallen, yet it was for something as sordid as corruption, and he had been replaced by a New King named Louis.

This looked more like a dirty purge, an internal struggle within a power bloc. It had nothing to do with Lufa's hatred