Chapter 372

Here is the primordial void before the birth of concepts, where even time itself must bend and give way.

Countless "impossibilities" coexist harmoniously in this space, like an abstract painting drawn with contradiction itself.

The transcendent posture of the King of Absurdity is an existence that can never be fully understood.

Its "form" is sometimes a high tower constructed of paradoxes, where the stairs inside extend infinitely both upward and downward;

Sometimes it turns into a mirror, but what is reflected in the mirror is the most absurd thought deep in the observer's heart;

Sometimes it turns into a book, with every page writing truths that completely contradict the previous page.

Around it, countless "little absurdities" fly like fireflies.

A drop of water flowing upward, a shadow glowing in the dark, a flower that is forever withering yet forever blooming.

And in another place, the transcendent posture of the King of Phantasms displays a completely different terrifying aesthetic.

It is a maze woven from infinite illusions, with every wall spliced together from fragmented pieces of reality.

Observing it is like staring into countless funhouse mirrors at the same time, each distorting a different truth.

In its network of illusions, one can see countless versions of history:

Some have already happened, some might happen, and others will never happen but are more bizarre than reality.

"Senior Pandora..."

The "voice" of the King of Absurdity echoed in the void in layers like the reverberation of an ancient clock tower:

"My proudest child is also becoming more and more like the one she contemplates recently."

Its words did not mention a specific name, but the meaning was clear: Cassandra was running wildly on some wrong path.

The King of Phantasms' response was a wave of thought flowing like mercury:

"The curse of the glutton has always been like this. The problem is..."

Some fragmented images flashed in its illusions:

"I indulged the fall of that beast Aiden back then to provide a negative example for those who came later, but now it seems..."

"Now it seems that humans are always repeating the same mistakes."

The tone of the King of Absurdity carried a sense of fatigue that transcended time:

"Sometimes I wonder if I should have just let that little girl do her research quietly back then, instead of..."

It did not finish, but the meaning was already clear.

When Cassandra was promoted back then, the King of Absurdity had left some "seeds" deep in her bloodline.

It was a kind of influence that transcended conventional understanding, with the purpose of exploring the possibility of higher-level breakthroughs.

Because even the level of Wizard King had higher pursuits.

Above the Wizard King, there was a transcendent realm known as "Demon God."

It was a state of completely detaching from material constraints and existing in the form of pure concepts.

And to reach that realm, it required not only personal power but also the entire civilization as a springboard.

The influence the King of Absurdity left on Cassandra back then was the hope that she could become a perfect "Civilization Shaper."

Having both enough power to conquer other worlds and enough wisdom to turn these conquests into nutrients for civilization.

But now it seems the experiment has failed.

"Greed and wisdom are always a pair of irreconcilable contradictions."

In the illusions of the King of Phantasms, an ancient scale appeared.

On one side was glittering wealth, and on the other were dim scrolls:

"Little Cassandra chose the easier path."

The form of the King of Absurdity began to change slowly, from a paradox into an ancient chessboard.

Every piece on the chessboard was a miniature world, engaged in silent slaughter:

"What is even more disappointing is that she seems to have forgotten the true purpose of conquest. Plundering the resources of the world? Devouring the knowledge of other civilizations? These are all just means, not goals."

"The true goal..."

On its chessboard, one of the pieces began to glow:

"Is to reorganize these chaotic elements and create a new order that transcends the original civilization, but her current approach..."

The pieces on the chessboard began to devour each other until only one lonely king piece remained at the end.

But this king piece was also slowly decaying because it had lost all support.

"Like a prisoner who has been hungry for many days, stuffing all the food into his mouth but forgetting to chew and digest."

The tone of the King of Phantasms carried sarcasm:

"In the end, one can only be stuffed to death by one's own greed."

The two Wizard Kings fell into a brief silence.

However, silence itself was also a form of deep communication.

It represented a joint reflection on complex situations and a joint reflection on wrong decisions.

"Then... what about little Eve's situation?"

The King of Phantasms finally broke the silence, its tone carrying concern.

This question touched the deepest contradiction in the heart of the King of Absurdity.

As the ancestor of the Crown Clan, it had complex feelings for its clansmen.

It had both the cold rationality that transcended individuals and the instinctive care as a "bloodline ancestor."

"This is another cycle..."

The form of the King of Absurdity changed again, this time into a precision clock, but the gears inside were all turning in the wrong direction:

"Cassandra is now repeating the mistake I made back then. Look at what she did to Eve. The same bloodline modulation, the same potential implantation, the same ambition and expectations."

"But she doesn't understand that perfection itself is a flaw."

In the illusions of the King of Phantasms, a flower that was too perfect appeared.

Every petal was exactly the same, but because of this perfection, it appeared lifeless, without any vitality.

"True strength comes from the harmony of flaws, from the unity of contradictions."

The clock of the King of Absurdity stopped turning:

"Little Eve's pain is the inevitable consequence of pursuing this deformed perfection."

"History always repeats itself in this way."

The King of Absurdity finally spoke, remembering the scenes where Eve could not sleep due to the pain of magic-devouring countless times:

"Every generation thinks they can do better and avoid the mistakes of their predecessors. But in the end, they all find that they are just repeating the same tragedy."

The topic gradually turned to a more personal level.

"Speaking of family..."

The illusions of the King of Phantasms began to blur:

"I am still the same, continuing to 'seal' all those bloodline descendants."

"A wise choice," the King of Absurdity expressed agreement:

"The current situation is too dangerous for any young bloodline. Rather than letting them grow into monsters in the chaos, it is better to let them wait for a better opportunity in safety."

"But my clan..." Its clock started turning again, but this time the rhythm was slower:

"May still need to go through more cycles. Little Cassandra and little Eve are both indispensable samples in this experiment."

"However..." The tone of the King of Absurdity suddenly became relaxed:

"At least that interesting little fellow has added some variables to this boring game."

It was naturally referring to Luo En.

In the vision of the two Wizard Kings, this young primordial wizard indeed displayed some traits that transcended conventions.

"That child has a special kind of 'balance'."

In the illusions of the King of Phantasms, Luo En's figure changed constantly like a kaleidoscope, but every change maintained a certain inner harmony:

"He can maintain rationality while pursuing power, and maintain restraint while touching taboos. This trait..."

"Is extremely rare even at our level."

The clock of the King of Absurdity began to present a strange rhythm, as if simulating the heartbeat of some ancient god:

"Besides that, he seems to be able to establish connections with multiple high-dimensional existences without being completely assimilated by any one of them."

Both Wizard Kings remembered those "geniuses" in history who had once been pinned with high hopes by them.

Each one showed the potential to change the status quo at some point, but eventually headed toward some form of destruction or fall.

The acquisition of power is always accompanied by the payment of a price.

And the accumulation of the price will eventually crush any will, no matter how firm the other party appears.

"Perhaps this time it will be different."

The tone of the King of Phantasms carried hope:

"At least, he has added some new possibilities to this boring game."

The King of Absurdity was somewhat uncertain:

"Perhaps you are right, but I have already made too many mistakes, Senior Pandora.

Sometimes I wonder if we existences should stop interfering completely and let everything develop in a natural way."

"Complete non-interference is itself a form of interference."