Was bullying the weak what it meant to be strong?
Was slaughtering mortals proof that one was a king who stood high above all?
Had seven hundred and seventy-seven worlds been sacrificed just to turn their World Wills into a choir that sang praises?
If...
Becoming a king meant finding confidence through the weak.
Using the weak to prove one's strength.
Then such King's Authority was the sweetest poison.
Who would accept it?
No Train Conductor in the Wasteland with goals of their own would accept it.
The lamentation, suffering, and malice of these seven hundred and seventy-seven worlds.
Had been forcibly twisted toward [Evil] by the City of a Thousand Stars.
Those who were killed became demons.
How laughable.
Ye Qiyan needed no poets to sing his stories, much less these weak people to prove himself.
Whether it was the King's Authority Pathway or the path of the Overlord.
It was just as Monrojina had told him back then.
This kind of power needed no proof offered to outsiders, only to one's own heart: were you worthy?
Without a doubt.
He was.
And so.
A Pathway was born.
Just like Heinz that day.
He wanted to crush something.
Not the weak, not war, not some enemy.
But.
[Darkness]
The High Tower kept rising.
Somewhere at the bottom of the Darkness Abyss.
Upon a throne.
A skeletal humanoid opened his eyes.
He looked up at the sky as strands of flesh gradually sprouted from his body.
He locked onto the Arcane Academy City, so tiny before the Darkness Abyss.
"The utmost evil? No... more than that. What was it that truly drew me in during my slumber?
Talent, or perhaps... a miracle?
A soul and body perfectly suited to me?
Even his conviction is so grand... hehe, to become a