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Chapter 178: Rupture (13)

Chapter 178: Rupture (13)

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Pierre looked down at his left hand as he looked at the world power approaching from outside the window of his throne room. His left hand was burnt to black soot by Jaehwan’s world power. It was the first wound he had ever gotten since he had become one of the 8 Gods of <Depth>. It had been so long since he met an opponent who could harm him in any way.

He looked up to the sky.

In the sky of the 7th site where hope had crouched away, a faint ‘moon’ hung up in the sky.

But that moon was not always a moon. It was a star to someone and a sun to another. And to someone else, it was an eye.

‘Big Brother.’

People called that a star, a sun, a moon, and an eye. Nobody knew what it was actually like, but the only thing that was known was that only a few awakened ones could see them.

‘It was a star to Myad and a sun to Budda.’

The shape in which Big Brother appeared was as the individual’s personal feelings toward it. When Pierre found out that Myad saw it as a ‘star’, he realized that Myad had no intention of fighting Big Brother at all. And did was Budda. A sun? It was worse than a star.

Those two didn’t consider Big Brother negatively at all. Pierre then asked himself, ‘What about him?’

‘I’m the same.’

He had to admit it bitterly. A star, a sun, and a moon. All the founders of Rupture called to fight Big Brother, but they understood the need more than anyone. With them as leadership, it was impossible for a true revolution to happen. What they wanted was not the destruction of the System, but a creation of another.

Pierre checked his left hand.

The pain came to him, bringing back his old memories. There was the feeling he had when he didn’t see Big Brother as a star, a sun, or a moon.

And it was the shape that Jaehwan saw Big Brother as. The disgusting shape was striking. To see that there was an Awakener who considered Big Brother in such a way even to this day…

It was weird.

Pierre wasn’t sure of the small fire that had started within his heart. Just to earn such feeling by peeking into someone else’s world… just by knowing that there was someone who had not given up on this world yet.

‘You have found a good hope, Surha.’

Pierre smiled as he laughed.

Dust was kicked up from the plains. Countless soldiers appeared through the large portals. Vicegerents from all kind of gods appeared, but they had fatigued expressions. It wasn’t certain if this advance was due to their own will or others.

No, they knew very well that this was no one’s will. This war was filled with void and emptiness to an unfathomable point.

Yet, they had no language to talk about their emptiness. They were just prisoners in this long war. They fought as prisoners and fought until they died.

And the march did not stop.

At the forefront of the war were the Awakeners of Rupture. They were the warriors who had fought against various sites, defeating any enemies that got in the way. Maybe it was because of them that many of the Vicegerents who surrendered were able to move on.

Rupture’s goal was so clear and determined that it even persuaded their enemies.

If believed by many, it became the truth.