Chapter 76

The Incarnation of the Crimson Sword Returning Home

Welcome home.

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The stars are scattered across the night sky, and the darkness conceals the glittering, untold stories.

The enormous swords of Damocles stood side by side, crimson and cyan trembling with an absolute antagonism of violent order, the fiery red colliding and then separating from the cool cyan.

Sword against sword, king against king, subject against subject.

In the quiet night, a passionate dance of red and blue unfolds.

The power of the Third King, the Red King, symbolizes violence and passion.

The cold, sharp blades met head-on, and the red-haired man unleashed a surge of red power in his hand, the scorching flames never hesitating to display their might.

The Red King, Suoh Mikoto, had a lazy look in his eyes that was full of fighting spirit. He had always suppressed himself and could only use his power so freely when facing a fellow king.

Reckless and exhilarating!

The Fourth King, the Blue King, is an existence of absolute order and control. His personality, like his power, is one of absolute order.

With the sword sheath in his hand, he was never at a disadvantage. The clash of the king's sacred domains, the opposing forces at their peak, were a symbol of royal power.

Every punch landed with a thud, every blade clanged with a resounding clang; beneath the seemingly merciless duel lay a tacit understanding unique to the Crimson and Azure Kings.

Or rather, it's a tacit understanding unique to the Red and Blue groups.

Munakata Reisi's robes fluttered and billowed in the air as he charged forward, his longsword held level with his shoulder, his purple eyes sharp beneath his glasses.

Faced with the powerful attack, Suoh Mikoto did not panic. He gathered power in his hands, and in an instant, the scorching energy spread throughout his body, successfully neutralizing the attack.

The man's eyes turned red, a passionate and intense color.

His fist contained immense power; as his fist clashed with the sword, the crimson and cyan colors mercilessly collided, just like two kings locked in battle.

Suoh Mikoto smirked, staring into the eyes of the person before him, and said, "You're more than that, aren't you?"

Munakata Reisi forcefully deflected the fist that was pressing down on him, his calm eyes meeting his gaze directly: "Is that so? Heh, your way of using power at will is truly hopeless."

Suoh Mikoto was annoyed by Munakata Reishi's preaching and did not agree that he had to take on any ridiculous responsibility.

He bent over to dodge, then somersaulted halfway through the air, his footing unwavering, his entire body enveloped in flames.

The ground beneath Munakata Reisi's feet was scorched by the high temperature, and white smoke rose from it. He squinted his eyes, jumped away from the area, and at the same time, his sword once again attacked Suoh Mikoto.

The ground ripped up rubble with his force, and the rational Blue King's fighting spirit was ignited.

The battle between the two kings was raging, and the rivalry among their subjects was equally intense.

The night sky became lively with the clash of forces. In this deserted night, the "dance" between the Crimson Alliance and the Blue Alliance never stopped.

On the rooftop, a red butterfly flew high into the sky, pointing directly at the Sword of Damocles.

Anna Kushina and Tatara Totsuka stood on a high place, the girl's long white hair fluttering with the waves, and at this moment, a look of confusion appeared on her doll-like face.

The red flame butterfly had already vanished into thin air. She clutched the hem of Totara's clothes, looking hesitantly at the shimmering red: "Totara... what was that?"

"Hmm?" Totsuka Tatara followed the gaze.

The Crimson King Sword, which was floating steadily in the air, trembled slightly, and then something small slowly gathered around it.

From a distance, all I could see was a blinding red.

...?

Ten bundles of confusion.

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The wind was whistling in my ears; the night wind was cool, but it didn't make me feel cold.

The girl is invisible, yet a crimson power emerges, her body constructed, her soul embedded.

Her black hair was mysterious and hazy in the night. She opened her eyes, and flames burned in her dark pupils.

She clasped her fair, delicate hands together in front of her chest and prayed, communicating with the world and her mother in the most devout way.

—Go and take a look.

—Look at your past with your current perspective.

She raised her eyes, her gaze filled with a hazy worldview. She pursed her lips, and the blurred barrier began to peel away. The existence called "restriction" was completely shattered, and everything revealed its true nature under her own consciousness.

In the beginning of the void world, the first innocent beings, ignorant and unaware, were touched by the massive Dresden slab, their ethereal eyes filled with curiosity about the unknown.

The world embraces it with tolerance and kindness, giving it gender and a name.

Thus, living beings have the foundation for their existence.

The stone slab gradually revealed its power, and beings known as Kings appeared in the rapidly developing world, all demonstrating power worthy of the title "King".

The seven kings each held different powers; they checked and balanced each other while cooperating, subtly maintaining a balance.

The First King – The Silver King.

Unchanging, indestructible.

The Second King – The King of Gold.

destiny.

The Third King – The Red King.

Violence, passion.

The Fourth King – the Blue King.

Order, control.

The Fifth King – The Green King.

change.

The Sixth King – The Gray King.

guard.

The Seventh King – The Colorless King.

Unpredictable, it is also known as the "Joker".

As human power grew, the world's first creature remained like a child, with a small, frail body, her lips slightly pursed, and her dark eyes forever filled with innocent and naive love.

Even so, she has not grown up yet, and is unable to shoulder the heavy responsibilities the world has given her. Her thin shoulders are still fragile, and her delicate hands are full of softness.

She is someone who is surrounded by love.

However, the world's consciousness spoils the child. It doesn't care whether the beloved child achieves anything; it only hopes that she can be happy. This is the world's greatest wish.

However, the child felt lost because he was at home.

then--

Want to go on a trip? [**]

The world whispers the child's name, an invisible yet omnipresent world lingering around, a soft touch falling on the smooth, black hair.

He always expressed his intimacy and affection through the contact of his "hands" and "hair," so much so that the innocent creatures remembered this love in their souls.

When faced with someone she likes, she will reach out and make the same intimate gesture.

Just like her mother's love for her.

The creature looked at Him, her eyes filled with mystery and deep dependence. She spoke softly, "A journey? Mother, don't you need me anymore?"

"No, [**], it's just that you can go and see something more interesting."

The world continues to patiently comfort, tirelessly calling the child's name and explaining its expectations.

"Just be happy, but remember to take care of yourself and be a little more carefree."

The creature's docility seemed to have been inescapable since birth; she would always nod, then tilt her head and smile, "Okay."

Even now, it's still the same.

"Want to see? Your home." The world, as always, reached out its "hand" to the child it hadn't seen in so long, and stroked the winter tree's head with its sleeve.

In that instant, the loving "mother" and the hateful "child" overlapped and merged with the origin of memory.

After many twists and turns, the child who had left home returned to the embrace of his "mother".

Dongshu took his hand and rubbed against him affectionately, just like before. The sadness in her memory was suppressed, and she wholeheartedly embraced this moment of peace.

Her voice was weak: "Of course, Mother."

The night sky was completely captured in Fuyuki's eyes, and the whole world was drawn to it.

Under the pull of gravity, her body floated in the corner, the fierce wind howling and exploding in her ears, and her messy hair flying erratically around her cheeks.

And so, before everyone's eyes, a child fell from the Red King's sword. She opened her eyes, and intense flames burned in the blackness.

That is the child of the world, and also the embodiment of the King's Sword.

The Crimson King's Sword.

Endless burning!