Chapter 62: Rose

What is a king? Is a king defined by his crown, his people, or his will? If a king stands alone without subjects, without a throne, without power—does he remain a king, or is he merely a man clinging to a title? 

Some might say, A king is just another man burdened by expectation. Whether he sits on a throne or rots in exile, in the end, all kings are forgotten, just like all men.

Others might say, A king without people is nothing but a man with a delusion. It is not the crown that makes the king, but the subjects who look to him for guidance.

And Sylas's answer? 

"Once, I believed a king was a man born above all others, chosen by fate, wielding power as his birthright. That was before the chains. Before the whips carved lessons into my back. Before I learned that the world does not grant power—it must be taken. I was a slave before I was a king. A nameless thing beneath the notice of men who called themselves rulers. And yet, it was in chains that I found the truth: a king is not crowned by birth, nor by wealth, nor by the will of others. A king is forged."

"I rose from the dirt, from the blood and screams of those who sought to keep me beneath them. I did not inherit my throne—I claimed it, step by bloody step, until my name was one that even tyrants whispered in fear. And when I ruled, I swore no man would suffer what I had. I built, I fought, I bled for a kingdom I would not allow to fall to the whims of men born into power they never earned."

"And then, I died. The end of my reign, the end of my name—or so I thought. But fate is cruel, and fate is kind. I awoke in a world unlike my own, where magic flows like blood in the veins of the earth. I was no longer a king, no longer even the man I once was. And yet, I remain."

"So, what is a king? A king is a man who refuses to be shackled by fate. A king is the will to rise, again and again, no matter how many times the world would see him fall."

"A king is neither his crown nor his throne, but the weight of his duty. Even if stripped of all, a true king remains a king, for his will shapes the world, not his title."

No matter which world, no matter which form, no matter which identity, Sylas's identity will always remain a king, for a King, is what he truely is.

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Even with all the power Sylas has, will it be enough to defeat someone who is the origin of the seven treasures? Is there even a possibility of defeating someone who was once an elder god? Maybe not, but Sylas will try.

To protect those he had left behind, his mother and father, his planet, and his past life…He will continue fighting until the demon king of salvation is defeated…when Sylas was talking to lucifer, he realised something..The demon king of salvation was the one behind all depravity and evil in his kingdom..the reason behind the rape of the elven king, the reason behind the destruction of universes, the reason behind Sylas's own misfortune.

Killing the demon king of salvation won't wipe out evilness from the multiverse, but it will make it a better place, everything the demon king of salvation did, was because he thought existence to be painful.

…

Sylas travels throughout the vast cosmos, planets to planets, stars to stars, galaxies to galaxies, in this ever infinite space, Sylas will protect this, all of this, as long as his will exists in the veil of reverie, he will never truely die..

In the veil of reverie.

Sylas sat at the library of infinite possibilities, Lucius was standing before him, of course saying that Lucius wasn't here would be dumb.

He had grown stronger than he had imagined, going from a former slave, he never thought that he would have the power he has now. But he can't find Livia or the demon king of salvation anywhere, so he can't do anything but write…

But what should he write?…Ah! A story about witches, he grabbed a pen and started writing the plot outline.

'Hmm…witch's and magic…Ahh, I have the perfect name!' Sylas thought excitedly, of course this was merely a rough draft and he will refine this later..

[Title - Wicked as the Wind -]

[Plot - a detective tries to get rid of witch's from the world and free the world from evil, eventually he turns into a sorcerer, and his wife is a witch, facing beings who are of higher world.]

Seems decent story, Sylas isn't planning on writing a story with great depth, just a decent story that people can enjoy.

A few hours have passed, Sylas has finished the manuscript and three chapters!

There isn't much to do now other than write…writing and writing, that's all he did with his time in here…how many time has passed?…Mentally…he might be 80 now…two years has passed in the library of infinite possibilities.

He had an idea….Immersion! He will immerse himself into this story as the villain…of course the main villain Eua will always be the main villain, he'll just be one of the seven major ones..

Sylas's form shifted, swirling and spiraling endlessly, as the book he had written [Wicked as the Wind] sat there on the table..and he was suck into it.

Of course he knows how this story will go..

….

It was a dark night in Helene, a modern town slightly Victorian town where life is comfortable, a strange string of serial murder has been going around, to find out the mystery behind these murder, the detective, James Lopez seeks to stop these murder…

It was a dark corridor, James walked through the corridor, the window relenting the moon outside high in the sky, he is smoking a cigarette. The floor was covered in blood and smelled like a combination of sourness and a pungent, decaying smell.

A man had been crucified to a door, it was a large mansion, a dark one, motion could be heard everywhere, but whenever James looked, there was nothing. Teaching the murderer down, he saw one large bloodily engraving on a door, 'Thy shall convert." 

Walking through the mansion, there was a witch…someone James didn't expect to see…walking through the double staircases in the mansion was…Lila Lopez, his wife, who also happens to be a witch…

"Lila—" James blurted out, but there was no warmth or love in Lila's eyes, only a grin, a large grin on her face, she seemed like a totally different person than the person he knew…almost as if someone was controlling her..

"Greeting mister Lopez, i expected you." She said, James was speechless, was this really his wife? "Who— who are you?" James asked trying to keep his tone serious and composed.

"I am Lila Rose of course." Lila rose was the person he married, but this wasn't the Lila he knew, there was no warmth in her eyes, no love, only whimsically playful. There was only one conclusion, this is not Lila rose, this is not Lila Lopez, this is a witch.

I introduce to you all, The Witch of fate and roses!