malewife | dude looks like a lady (yuri lowell)

[ maybe he just wants to climb, party pooper. ]

They’re all so run down, but in different ways like… the last place was so empty and lifeless, but this place — well.

[ it’s clearly abandoned, but there’s people running around the place, outside of the city itself? there’s life here that isn’t just crabs and fish and grandpa shark. ]

The people don't seem real.

[ He puts that out there first. ]

… Like illusions, or memories?

… Yeah, exactly like that. Leftovers from what once was.

[ Hm. ]

But we’re real.

Like echos.

[ … ]

Damn that’s creepy.

... It's hard to tell since when you talk to them, they seem as normal as they can be, aside from the strange tells of the abandoned city. Another calamity.

[ He drums his fingers against his forearm. Niah looks up, but then backs up into a hidden glass shard. We are going on a memory ride.

You turn your head and wipe Dark Heavenly Demon Sword's dirtied blade. The Constellations who are laughing at you are approaching... Their statuses oppressive, their true voices ringing the air. If this were the previous stage in Seoul, a single word from their mouths can pull men onto their knees if they don't abruptly die. Only the strongest of the strong are here—the 73rd Demon King Selection. Here, if you succeed, you all will gain a great story to add to your strength and...

Kim Dokja can finally return home with you and your companions.

King Oedipus of < Olympus > opens his mouth while more Constellations of their Nebula rise behind him.

[Foolish transcendent. This is the cost of going against the Constellations. You will die here.]

You reply while still wiping your blade of the blood of Constellations that have fallen. Maybe you will die here, you say as much, but you also say with a steady voice that you will cut down as many Constellations as you can.

The Constellation laughs again. They always did this. They always looked down on you, on humanity, and think all of your efforts are feeble, but you know better. You don’t listen. Instead, you think of Kim Dokja's words. These words... That always seem to repeat in your head when death's door is so close.

‘Don’t give up on this life.’

... That line. It has been what has stopped you from regressing whenever you look at this current life and see it in a disarray. Whenever you think you don't have enough information and maybe it's best to end it here, then start over, you remember his words. You remember that annoying voice that tries to give you orders and boss you around. You remember that so far, right now, you haven't... Needed to make sacrifices.

Companions that you lost in previous lives are now alive; they're well, and it is all because of this anamoly of a man.

Don't regress. The next round might not be that better at all.

You heave a weary breath as you take a stand again. The black blade in your hand roars out as you make a promise... To the Constellations, to yourself.

Your voice blankets the realm. You tell them in the next life, half of them will die by your blade.

Despite there being a battlefield, every single person and ascended god hears you. You raise your head along with the Dark Heavenly Demon Sword. The footsteps of the Constellations stop for the first time. The power of transcendence threatens the surroundings, a power that emitted through your body. It's a power above mankind and you've finally attained it after many years of training. You let your status overwhelm everyone around you, Incarnation and Constellation alike, as you make your next promise.

“In the next life, all of you will die.”

The Dark Heavenly Demon Sword’s cry touches the sky and thunderous clouds roll in as a response. The expressions of the Constellations stiffen as you conclude your words.

“You will die forever.”

You are the horror of the stars. You will clean the sky of every spark until it's a black canvas. You will make sure of it—then your life will stop being entertainment for others. Your tragedy will no longer be some story for those to enjoy...

You will be happy with those you love, untouched by Constellations and the Scenarios.

Ugh. ]

[ alright miss fancy blockquotes.

but wow. he wasn’t kidding about not being impressed by the thought of being mere entertainment for something much bigger and further beyond what they were. almost like he’s gone from one world where he was a cosmic plaything to another where it seems more and more likely that he’s just more of the same. ]

…

[ hmm.

honestly he’s not really sure how to approach any of this. it’s not like yjh is known for being talkative and friendly and open about things. ]

[ Sometimes, if not all times, gods suck, but yes. This place isn't unfamiliar to him in the same sense that everything is just entertainment for a higher being.

He's just going to stay quiet. Not that he isn't aware of what happened, just that. Yeah. He isn't a talkative one.

The silence is eventually broken. ]

I did get strong enough to kill some of the strongest of them.