Chapter 64: Ascension

Sylas had ascended…to be equal to Eden! 

These were one of the many times Sylas held felt true happiness….there he felt at a porcelain coffee table in the middle of the garden, a cup of tea appeared before him, he picked it up and took a sip…suddenly a woman appeared before him, sipping tea with a warm smirk.

Her red eyes and black hair were majestic, pink nails with stary details…This is…Izumi Lopez, who from what I heard is relative to Mister Lucius..

"Hm?— who are you?" Sylas asked curiously, she didn't seem dangerous, "call me Izumi, I'm just a editor or author in other words, I heard from a friend that you were writing a novel and wanted to see if you're interested in me editing it for you." 

"Friend?…have you ever worked on any other novels?" Sylas asked, emphasising on the friend part.

"Indeed, many actually, Sisters No life, King of Avalon, webs of fate." She says proudly, and Sylas nods.

"Well my novel is called "Wicked as the wind", it's a story of witch's and magic, l'll change some stuff about it later." He says as Izumi listens attentively

"I can work with that, and don't worry, I don't require payment. Money is a lesser concept." Izumi says.

"Well Mister Sylas, I wish to hear from you soon, in twenty chapters maybe." She says and before Sylas could respond, she disappears…

To be immortal in Eden….there are lots of people who can reach Eden, and people above this like the elder gods, and the three great essential divinities.

Now for Sylas, there is no alternative self, being above causality has its perks, he can create effects without a cause, manipulate the many aspects of creation and think universes on a whim…

On some other part of the multiverse, there is a king sitting upon a throne, he had heard rumours of a king ascending to higher planes of existence, and he seeks to escape this third dimensional existence…

this is King Cedric James, King of Ceordin, a tyrant who seeks to ascend to higher plans and gain full control of the universe.

[A/N: Sylas will be addressed as "The god", "That god", "They/Them" from chapter 64 to chapter 66]

The war raged for days. A conflict between two galactic kingdoms—Ceordin and Cristien. Thousands of fleets clashed, their weapons igniting the dark abyss of space like dying stars.

But war, in the end, was never about armies. It was about the will of kings.

And so, King Cedric stepped onto the battlefield.

He did not lead an army. He did not need one.

With a single motion, the sky cracked. The world beneath them trembled, and in an instant—an entire planet was gone.

Not shattered. Not burned. Gone.

Like specks of dust swept away by an uncaring hand.

He did not care.

Because, for him, morality was determined by consequences.

Not intent. Not ideals. Not sentimental notions of justice.

The only truth was results.

This was indifference.

A silence settled over the battlefield—if it could still be called that. Where once warships had danced in fire and blood, there was now only the void.

His enemies would curse his name. His allies would whisper of his strength. But to Cedric, it was all the same.

Because what is innocence?

The question had been asked before. Many times. In courts. In temples. In the whispered prayers of the desperate.

And his answer never changed.

"No one in this world is innocent."

The words were neither cruel nor sorrowful. They simply were.

A child, born into war, grows up swinging a sword. Is he innocent?

A man steals bread to feed his family. Is he innocent?

A ruler wages war to ensure the survival of his people. Is he innocent?

Strip away the justifications, the moral illusions, the fragile constructs of law and order, and what remains?

Survival. Power. Will.

Innocence was a lie told by the weak—a fantasy designed to shield them from the truth.

The moment one took their first breath in this universe, they became part of the cycle. Consuming, taking, struggling. The moment one desired, one acted. The moment one acted, one shaped the world.

And in shaping the world—innocence ceased to exist.

Cedric closed his eyes, standing amidst the abyss where a planet once thrived.

Perhaps, somewhere in another galaxy, a poet would write of this day. Of the lives lost. Of the destruction. Of the king who erased a world and felt nothing.

Or perhaps, no one would remember at all.

And that, too, was just another consequence.

….

A battle was taking place between king Cedric and king Kristin, fighting to see who is worthy to ascend to a higher plane.

"You're still not strong enough." Cedric says, mocking king Kristin, Kristin chat her up a punch and punched Cedric into a large modern city, Cedric fell down, like a meteor..

Cedric sat up and saw a large moon getting chucked at the city, a smirk formed on Cedric's lips, "Not bad..But I expected more." As Cedric formed a bow and an arrow, he shot the arrow at the moon, destroying it insanely quickly as its debris fell on the city.

People cried, screamed, ran in terror, but it was all but music to Cedric's ears.

"You wish to defeat "him"? Even if you defeat me, That god can alter and change our future on a whim." Kristin said, a laugh was heard from Cedric, "it doesn't matter, l'll win."

….

Back in Eden, Sylas was there thinking about what he should do…he has so much power and time now, perhaps he should write something…Writing the first draft of his novel was easy, he hopes that one day, his novel might inspire others..

…

As Kristin charged up a attack, that attack was quickly turned into dust, he blinked and Cedric was sitting upon him, ruffling his hair, "Tsk~ You're way too weak~" Cedric said

Kristin teleported away but Cedric was still there, a scream was heard, like a lion eating its prey to the done, Kristin realised his neck felt empty …oh..his neck has been chopped off.

"History does not weep for the fallen—it only remembers the victors. To reshape the world, one must first unmake it." Cedric said, his voice monotone, calm as ever.