Chapter 469

It is necessary to use all living beings as pawns in the game, because the game began because of them.

The black skull did not conceal anything.

Kamikawa Mitsu was slightly surprised; the fact that the game began because of living beings carried immense weight.

Until now, Kamikawa Mitsu had always believed the game was a contest between two terrifying entities who treated living beings as nothing more than ants—plainly put, two terrifying beings, bored and whimsical, toyed with all life.

Beings capable of reaching such a level, without doubt, were immortal and indestructible, and had certainly transcended time.

Having endured eons, they looked down upon past, present, and future; their days were monotonous, and after so long, they grew bored, seeking amusement—finally choosing to play chess, a game with the world as the board and living beings as pieces.

Ordinary chess games could not stir their interest, and would quickly grow tiresome.

Such beings lived for so long that even the most fascinating entertainment eventually wore thin.

For example, imagine forcing a chess master to play for a thousand years—wouldn’t he grow sick of it? He’d likely never want to play again, and even hearing the word “chess” might trigger an epileptic fit.

But the game of living beings was different—full of variation, endlessly playable.

Yet things were not so simple; there was more beneath the surface. The black skull said no more, only added:

The reasons are too complex to explain; enter the cycle of rebirth yourself, recover His memories, and you will understand. With His planning, He could not have left no trace of His memories behind.

No wonder he was the former Game Master; though the black skull had not known His plans beforehand, after meeting Kamikawa Mitsu and hearing a few words, he had already guessed the general truth.

The black skull understood Him well.

Kamikawa Mitsu nodded; no matter what, he must uncover the truth.

Whether, after regaining His memories, he would remain himself or become Him, he did not consider.

The reason was simple.

He had confidence—he was himself, and that could not be changed, nor could anyone change it. Even if he gained others’ memories, he would not become anyone else; he would preserve his own heart.

Notably,

When he learned he was Him, Kamikawa Mitsu understood.

His transmigration, and the Script System, were surely His arrangements.

The Script System was created by Him, to aid His next incarnation.

On the altar.

Kamikawa Mitsu pondered for a moment, prepared himself, then stepped onto the altar and walked toward the stone archway.

According to the black skull, the stone archway was the gate of the cycle of rebirth; stepping through it meant entering the cycle of rebirth.

But this one was meant for the dead.

He was not dead; if he walked through, he would not enter the cycle of rebirth or begin his next life.

As for what would happen, neither skull could say, for they did not know what hidden measures He had taken—only guesses remained.

If one could guess His plans, the Game Master would not be Him, but the departed or the First Divine Spirit.

A strange sight appeared!

The stone archway looked utterly ordinary—through its front, one could plainly see the scene behind it, nothing more than a simple stone arch with no door. Yet the moment Kamikawa Mitsu stepped through, he… vanished.

Yes.

There was no imagined scene of Kamikawa Mitsu passing through the archway from one side to the other.

He simply disappeared.

The stone archway seemed to have an invisible, transparent barrier.

The barrier was like water; as Kamikawa Mitsu passed through, ripples formed—like a bubble toy, where a soap film stretched across a loop, and blowing into it caused the film to detach and float away as a bubble.

The water curtain rippled, swelling into a bubble.

Pop. Kamikawa Mitsu vanished.

Neither skull showed any change or surprise; they had expected this.

Floating above the altar, the white skull stared at the stone archway, now restored to normal, as if Kamikawa Mitsu had never been there a moment ago:

“His methods are still as insane as ever.”

The black skull glanced at the white skull, his lower jaw slightly open—as if smiling. But without flesh, no expression could be seen.

Then he spoke slowly:

“Didn’t you choose to stand by him precisely because he was insane?”

The white skull said nothing, silently acknowledging the black skull’s words.

Who was the white skull? The only being in existence born with supreme status—the First Divine Spirit. Unique in heaven and earth, the most sacred and noble lifeform, and also the most arrogant.

Had he not been so, he would not have sought to destroy the Primordial Realm for its corruption and restart it.

He was arrogant, sacred, and held none in regard—not even the sole one.

Though not the sole one, he surpassed the sole one.

“When the sole one does not appear, none in this age can match him”—this was no idle boast, nor did it imply the sole one could control him; in truth, even the sole one could not overcome him.

Yet,

This being, who held no one in regard—the most arrogant lifeform in existence—had one person he admired.

That person was Him!

The First Divine Spirit respected only Him, and He alone could make the First Divine Spirit submit, knowing he could not surpass Him.

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Around him, utter darkness.

No!

This was no longer darkness—it was void. Nothing existed: no light, no sound, no darkness—nothing at all.

No entities, no Dao, nothing—this was void.

The next instant,

This place, whose size was unknowable—in the void, perhaps even the concept of size did not exist—

Kamikawa Mitsu appeared here.

Looking at the surrounding void, he felt no panic; the more unknown the situation, the calmer he became.

Is this inside the gate of the cycle of rebirth?

Glancing around, Kamikawa Mitsu tried emitting immortal light to illuminate the place, to see what lay within.

But it had no effect.

The immortal light spread across vast distances, yet revealed nothing—truly nothing, utterly empty.

Anyone else arriving here, even without claustrophobia, would have been driven mad.

Nothing existed—no sky, no ground. To mark his path, to avoid getting lost and unable to return, he could find nothing to use as a landmark.

Void.

Concepts of time, space, heaven, and earth seemed nonexistent here.

Even an immortal might go mad upon arriving.

Fortunately, Kamikawa Mitsu had a phone—with ultra-long battery life and precise timekeeping.

Minutes passed. He waited half an hour here—no memory of Him surfaced, nothing happened.

He waited another half hour; one full hour had passed. Just as he prepared to act, to choose a direction and search for an exit or something tangible, the void finally stirred.

A sound came.

Not from afar—it came right before him.

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