Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 463: Epilogue (Part Two)

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, like a beautiful dream, yet when the Sun King tried to recall everything that had happened over the decade, he found to his hazy dismay that the dream was missing many details.

When had the herald been chosen by Him?

And who had added those frescoes that recounted His magnificent deeds?

As these doubts surfaced, the Sun King, who had embraced divinity, uncommonly felt human emotions once more.

Cold, and spine-chillingly so.

"It’s better not to think about it too deeply."

The transmitter, as if seeing through His heart, advised, "You are the creator of this place, which holds everything you desire."

Immediately after, the newcomer turned toward the blank space on the wall.

Now, they had arrived at the node of reincarnation, and the story of the Sun King would continue on. The world would meet the expectations of the divinity, and He would find the ultimate answer on Blue Star to become the only eternal presence in this world.

At that time, the cycle would be broken.

Thinking this, the herald shook his head in regret.

"It’s a pity that when you notice something is amiss, all the stories come to an end."

This was the only person in ten years who had not groveled before the Sun King. He could have incinerated the other in an instant had He wished, but He did not do so.

Or more precisely, He could not.

He stood frozen, unable to speak, his eyes wide open as he stared deathly at the unwelcome visitor.

What frightened the Sun King even more was a sudden sense of familiarity with the scene; he was not here for the first time.

Perhaps it was in a dream, or maybe it was a fragmentary prophecy He had glimpsed.

Of course, there was another possible answer.

The herald let out a long sigh and set aside the paintbrush in his hand.

"Welcome back to reality."

At the same time, a flood of memories that had not previously existed came pouring in, returning Him to the moment ten years earlier that determined the outcome, the instant when the gates to the Land of Eternal Night were sealed.

The Dawn Witch, hurt and unable to withstand the immersion of Scorching Sun Power, succumbed, followed by the gospel from the divine echoing in the Third Prince’s mind.

Everything settled in the dust, concluding with His victory.

However, this time, time did not stop there but was delayed for a period.

Above the clouds, something obscured the radiance of the Sun King, delaying the arrival of the "gospel" for a moment. In addition to the pursuers from Universe Company and the Chamber of Commerce, special beings began to emerge in this Star Zone, swarming in groups, one after the other, like a shadow interposing between the scorching sun and the Holy City.

Almost simultaneously, another figure shattered the window and burst into the secret base set up by the Dawn Witch.

The Sun King looked at her with disbelief and rage—the unexpected figure was Yelena, the Judge of the Ashen Church.

She should have been the most devout, most loyal person to the Church.

But now, she had taken up the torch, and its golden flame returned to its original form, the flame in the eye sockets of the skull turning back to an ominous green.

"Stop, stop right now!"

The Sun King roared with a voice near to howling, "If you do this, the Void Demon, the Void Demon will—!"

This was not the first time He had done this; the inexplicable familiarity grew clearer, making Him realize that no matter how He tried, He could not influence what was about to happen.

Because this was the real world.

What He faced was not something unfolding before Him, but a memory He had forcibly excised.

The summoning ritual was initiated once more.

The person who emerged from the passage was the last one He wanted to see.

As soon as His vision and instincts cleared, the Sun King saw a throne, a dark throne atop a high tower, and the remnants of memory at that moment turned into daggers stabbing at Him.

He was defeated.

Despite employing every trick He had against the devil who returned from the Land of Eternal Night, He could not shake Him in the slightest.

Beyond Life Energy, the Blue Star person had brought back Strength belonging to the Void Demon from the Land of Eternal Night.

And now, probably even the remnants of the scorching sun—something that should have been His.

He witnessed the collapse of the Golden Throne and the disintegration of the Church.

After that, the vision plunged into eternal darkness.

"Hmm? What about the Void Demon?"

He heard a voice filled with mockery.

Following the source of the voice, the Sun King lifted his gaze, and the figure he saw was both familiar and somewhat strange. Her voice overlapped with the herald’s as if welcoming Him back to this cold, real world.

"...Dark Night!"

Even though her appearance had undergone earth-shattering changes, he still recognized the witch before him.

But now, he had lost the ability to resist and was being toyed with in the palm of her hand like a toy.

The Dark Night Witch’s laughter was mixed with a hint of admiration, "This is the 168th time, and you haven’t collapsed yet. You truly are a toy that endures."

In another version of the story about the Sun King, the pope who had deceived the world was utterly defeated. Duan Mingyuan had kept his promise, and before the passage closed, he sent this remaining consciousness to the Land of Eternal Night.

She could have easily crushed the despicable man’s last bit of soul with a pinch, but then, the Dark Night Witch had a better idea.

That would have been too merciful for the pope, actually aiding him towards release.

"It’s time to get ready."

"Ready? Dark Night, what are you—"

"Your 169th dream is about to begin."

Darkness enveloped him once again.

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Meanwhile, on Blue Star, at Cloud Sea Academy.

This was the tenth year since the victory of the "War of Eternal Night".

A starship docked at the Star Harbor in Yunlong City, and all the teachers and students of the academy were prepared. An important person, who was also their old friend, was to visit the academy today.

This was Judge Yelena’s ninth visit to Blue Star, and everybody knew the purpose of her beeline to the academy as soon as she disembarked from the starship.

To visit some old friends.

Of course, there were also some official reasons for her visit.

After the "War of Eternal Night", the Pope went missing, and the lies of the Sun King were exposed to the public. Now the Ashen Church was in complete disarray, desperately needing someone to take charge of the situation. Thus the "Legendary Veteran" Duan Mingyuan became the prime candidate.

Some meddlers dubbed Yelena’s trip "Nine Visits to the Humble Abode".

And this was pretty much the current state of galactic politics.

Universe Company was falling apart internally, the Chamber of Commerce had been severely weakened in the aftermath of the war, and the galactic political scene had entered an era of competing warlords.

In a room facing the mirror, Jiuyue, holding a hairdryer, yawned as she used the hot air to dry the fluff inside her ears.

The mobile phone was reporting the morning news.

Today, the Third Prince paid a friendly visit to Red Star. The heads of both parties met and discussed topics such as the "Red Plague", "ore trade", and "energy issues".

"Mr. Mingyuan, we’re running out of time!"

With the "beep beep" of the timely broadcast, she nervously called out to Duan Mingyuan in the living room, seeking help with a pitiful tone, "My tail is still wet!"

The situation in interstellar politics was unpredictable, but for the two of them, this was just another peaceful morning.

After they finished getting ready, they were to meet Judge Yelena, who had come to Blue Star for "refuge".

Every time she visited Blue Star, she would complain to them with her Eyeball Robot about how the church nagged her incessantly, tirelessly persuading her to "lure" Duan Mingyuan back to the Ashen Church to assume the role of the next Pope.

Thinking of this, Jiuyue, looking at the reflection of Duan Mingyuan in the mirror, suddenly asked, "Come to think of it, why did you destroy the Golden Throne?"

Had Duan Mingyuan wished, he surely could have done better than the Pope, spreading his will to every corner of the world.

Over the years, in the books she had read, she had seen many bosses with the goal of ruling the world. Even in those fictional readings, she hadn’t seen anyone closer to this goal than Duan Mingyuan.

"Why ask all of a sudden?"

Duan Mingyuan replied without hesitation.

Even after ten long years, Jiuyue hadn’t changed much and would still occasionally ask some strange questions.

"But that’s ruling the world!"

"Ruling the world isn’t everyone’s dream."

"Then, Mr. Mingyuan, what do you want?"

Jiuyue peeked at Duan Mingyuan through the mirror, admiring the scene of him sitting on a little stool carefully grooming her tail, her lips curling up slightly.

If anyone saw such a domestic scene, it would be hard for them to connect Duan Mingyuan with the legendary veteran who had participated in the "War of Eternal Night".

"What I wanted, I have already obtained."

After a long while, Duan Mingyuan, who had finished grooming Jiuyue’s tail, stood up.

"Eh? You haven’t answered my question!"

"Stop dawdling, we’re going to be late."

(End of the book)

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