Hatred

I think I must be going crazy. I believe no one values their life more than I do. After all, all happiness in this world stems from this physical body. Only a fool would embrace death, right?

The way Duryodhana looked at Arjuna in the sky was not how a person or a god would look at a living creature; it was as if he were looking at a rust stain on an iron pot or a dead insect on a fruit.

As Krishna said, Arjuna is the embodiment of the concept of judging all evil in the world, and he himself, an evil that has escaped one evolution, is something that Krishna cannot tolerate. He must kill him as soon as possible, and he must quickly eliminate himself. This is the highest command that this inflexible god must carry out.

"I'm sure I'll die..."

"Duryodhana," he muttered to himself, gripping the iron pestle tightly. His muscles ached and he groaned, but none of that mattered at the moment.

Why would this guy, who just escaped death, step forward now? Suddenly wanting to be a hero at a time like this? No, for Duryodhana, even if he were to be a hero, it had to be the one who stands to the end, achieves victory, and enjoys the flowers and cheers. What's the point of a hero who dies in battle?

Can the cheers of the people be heard? Can the statues that are built be seen? It will only become a corpse, burned to ashes and poured into the Ganges.

So he's standing here not to become a hero, but for one thing only.

Once upon a time, Shantanu Fusheng's son, Vichitravirya. Bhishma and Satyavati Zhenxin had no choice but to seek out the Sage Vyasa Vyasa to conceive a son. During this time, Dhritarashtra's mother Ambika, was afraid of the sage's appearance and closed her eyes, thus Dhritarashtra lost his sight.

After that, Gandhari, the queen mother who had been abducted by Bhishma, also closed her eyes.

When Duryodhana was born conscious, his father, Dhritarashtra, said to him, "My child, look at your parents, who have lived their lives without seeing the light. But I had no choice. Neither the child of a king nor the child of a charioteer has the right or the means to choose their birth."

But you, I will give you a choice. Fate has given me so much torment, so much injustice to this king, so it will surely favor you.

Yes, as the Duryodhana of the Dhritarashtra, Nandi deserves happiness and joy. He has always lived in this way, and he will destroy anything that annoys him without hesitation.

So what if illegal means were used?

So what if it's deception or cheating?

If it brings happiness, then do it. I am a child of the Dhritarashtra, someone whom fate has wronged, and I was born to be happy.

But now, he did not run away to enjoy the life he had saved by his mother's death.

As Krishna was about to leave, Duryodhana seized him, grabbing this man he had once considered his enemy without hesitation.

"Listen, I don't care what you do, I'll only tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to get revenge, revenge on Arjuna or whatever, the guy who said I deserved to be destroyed, right?"

"You bastard, you scoundrel, how dare you talk to me like that..."

His eyes welled up with tears of Duryodhana. It was the first time in his life he had ever seen his mother's eyes. It was a moment of life and death, but what was even more unbearable was that he could not, and would never, accept anyone denying his life.

"I should be the protagonist of this era, that's what my father told me. I should be happier than anyone else, nobler than anyone else, and live a more valuable life than anyone else!"

So what if I do evil? So what if others suffer because of me? My laughter comes at the cost of their light! Therefore, I must be happy, otherwise, wouldn't they be living in darkness in vain?

That Arjuna defined me as evil and wanted to eliminate me? All the sins I've committed are debts owed to fate! What right does he have to deny my life, deny everything?

Krishna looked at Duryodhana before him. He did not feel the fierce killing intent he usually had when facing Duryodhana people. In his eyes, Krishna was just a child spoiled by Dhritarashtra and Gandhari, and led astray by Shakuni.

Therefore, Krishna easily.

"What are you trying to say? Even if you tell me this, it's meaningless. Rain doesn't stop irrigating the fields of the rich and the poor because of their differences; nor does disease stop taking a person's life because of their integrity or baseness."

If you're just complaining, you can go to the Dvaraka to find my brother, though you might not make it in time.

"If you want to live, then run away quickly, while Arjuna is still fighting the bloody battle with the Bai Mo and hasn't noticed you yet. Run away, at least you can lie down on the grass and get some sleep. You probably haven't slept for two days, have you?"

Krishna's tone carried a hint of pity, but at this moment, Duryodhana did not want Krishna to show him even the slightest bit of pity.

"Vasudeva, I don't need your pity now. I'd rather you hate me like Bhima right now!" Duryodhana gripped his iron pestle tightly and pointed it at Arjuna in the sky.

"I'm going to get my revenge, but I can't do it alone. So, I have no choice but to rely on you. You can use me however you want, as long as you get me to that guy's side and I can smash his head in with one blow!"

"Duryodhana said fiercely," Krishna said. This time, at least he wasn't looking at Duryodhana with the same eyes he used to look at a child.

He gradually revealed a smile that sent chills down Duryodhana's spine. Although it was still as kind as ever, Duryodhana suddenly felt as if he had been put into a giant cauldron of Rakshasa.

"Damn it, I'm dead, and I'm going to die a horrible death."

Duryodhana saw Arjuna extend his hand towards him, assembling the golden bow and unleashing a surge of immense power. Facing Duryodhana, Arjuna even used the power of the Maha Pralaya that he had just accumulated.

He won't kill evil people and give them a chance to be reincarnated; he will simply sweep them into a trash can like garbage, ensuring they never have a chance to escape.

However, such behavior is not the right thing to do in battle.

Bai Mo appeared beside Arjuna like a ghost, grabbing Arjuna's arm. Then, Magnetic Field Power surged, and the Dark Reincarnation allowed him to quickly understand Arjuna's immense, almost terrifying, energy. But now, when this energy wasn't targeting him, Bai Mo had a great deal of room to maneuver.

"Don't get in my way!"

"That's not something you should say to your opponent."

Bai Mo seized the opportunity and intervened first, causing most of the gathered power to dissipate. Helpless, Arjuna had no choice but to raise his hand and slash horizontally at Bai Mo. Energy condensed in his hand, transforming into a blade as dazzling as the sun. Meanwhile, the Blade of Hell also materialized on Bai Mo's forearm.

The two swords clashed, unleashing a powerful burst of energy. Arjuna's pure power nearly overturned the entire ground. The Blade of Hell Blade of Hell, but upon closer inspection, the fragments contained immense power.

Crack... crack, a series of sounds rang out, and the fragments of the Blade of Hell exploded instantly, spreading through the air like a thicket of trees. The forest formed by the Blade of Hell instantly engulfed Arjuna.

"Kama!"

"It's been prepared for a long time."

Bai Mo stood on the ground, Kama flew in the air. She stretched out her hand, and Shiva's flames turned into a cluster of flames in her palm. Then, Kama blew a breath at it.

The flames instantly erupted into a line of fire capable of cleaving the Daichi, while Bai Mo below made a gesture of Avici Uninterrupted with both hands.

The forces of destruction and decomposition collided once more, surging into the forest formed by the Blade of Hell. Black and white light intertwined, colliding and flashing. The indestructible Blade of Hell dissipated like weathered sand. At the center of this collision, an incomparably terrifying power erupted.

A massive explosion rang out, and the devastating scene could be seen from anywhere in India.

Then came a sword's cry, and the smoke and dust from the explosion instantly split in two. Arjuna, controlling the Maha Pralaya with one hand, found the spheres around him somewhat dimmed after the attack.