In the Amber Hall of the Issu Palace, Ash was lying on the bed, turning on the screen to look at the pornographic pictures sent by Felix. It was extremely rare that his mind was not on them.

This is not Felix's problem. After several months of intensive filming, Felix has become adept at using the beauty of optics. In addition, she has a growing understanding of Ash's interests and hobbies, and can often come up with unique themes. Ash used to simply like vulgar tastes, but now he has been developed into something more than just a simple thing.

For example, today's theme is "sleep". Felix sleeps on the desk, on the sofa, etc. It seems very ordinary, but she has no sense of defense. The open collar, the shorts that have been rubbed down, and the sleeping face make Ash feel like a peeping pervert when looking at these photos. The one that makes his heart beat the most is one of Felix sleeping on the desk. He can see the scenery hidden inside through the cuffs of his short-sleeved shirt, which is full of the hazy youthful beauty of school days.

While Ash secretly complained about Felix thinking that he had such dirty voyeuristic desires like a urinal, he had no choice but to give these photos the highest score - it would definitely be Felix's fault if he fell in the future!

After replying the rating, Ash did not continue to appreciate it, but turned off the light screen and quietly looked at the pattern on the ceiling. A huge feeling of fatigue surged into his heart, like a fish that had just been washed up on the beach and stranded, and all hope was lost in the sun.

Perhaps to Ouroboros, who controls the end, these untimely magicians are the shadows against the sun?

Only two months left... maybe not even two months, just a little over a month...

Ash closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind, making room for beautiful expectations: beaches, barbecues, fireworks, travel... After traveling through time, he finally had such a vacation. He was not chased by anything, and did not need to worry about anyone's safety. He could experience the world without worries, look at the sun, lie on the grass, and walk on the street with the person he loved.

Isn't this the life he has always dreamed of?

He should be happy, so he must not let out any flaws. They are too smart, he must deceive himself first before he can deceive them.

In fact, we can think positively. Farmers' feelings are like apples, both have a shelf life. Now they love each other sincerely, and it is helpless if their relationship becomes indifferent or even disgusted with each other in the future. It is not that anyone is wrong, but even the sweetest apples will eventually go bad.

Moreover, their relationship can't last into the future. Now everyone is enduring and considering the overall situation. It's just that there is still the ultimate enemy, "Star Supreme", who is suffocating them. They must gather all the thorns and unite together to have a glimmer of hope. Once they defeat the stars and take the world into their pockets, no fate can override them anymore, and then it will be the beginning of the split.

Even though they had lived and died together, had taken care of each other, had laughed and played happily... they would eventually hold the bloody blades tightly and point them at their most trusted comrades.

There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

This is not arrogance, and Ash does not think he is that important. At most, he can be regarded as the fuse of the civil war. The real root is the power to rule the world.

Although now except Vichy, no one else has an obvious desire for power, just like people who can't even fill their stomachs will not be in the mood for lust, when all their troubles are solved and a huge power vacuum is placed before them, they will naturally have corresponding desires.

The most obvious example is the six gods. When they sit in that position, they all impose their will on all living beings without exception. People will eventually seek self-realization. Although not all self-realization requires power, power can assist all self-realization.

For an ideal like pursuing supreme swordsmanship, which does not require any external help, if all living beings only practiced swordsmanship and constantly cultivated opponents who could challenge them, wouldn't that be more efficient than seeking within?

Even Ash was not sure whether he would become a tyrant one day, let alone the talented female sorcerers with strong desires?

Of course, if that day really comes, Ash can also suppress all internal conflicts with the supreme violence of magic. But power must be held by someone, and leaving it vacant is equivalent to handing over power to the next level of ecological niche. There is only a throne without a master, but no power without a master. But no matter who Ash gives it to, there will be people who are dissatisfied.

Dissatisfaction leads to conflict, conflict breeds resentment, and subsequent developments will be like the untold sequel of many beautiful stories. Living and dying together will be followed by sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams, fighting within the same room, and perishing together. After tens of millions of years, it may become a fan fiction.

This is just a dispute between them. If they have a child...

There are many things that Ash just doesn't want to think about, and there are many things that he can't help but think about.

So maybe it's not such a bad ending to end here. All the things that Ash feared didn't happen in time. Everyone stopped at the best time. Isn't it nice to let the fireworks stop at the brilliant moment? It would be rude to continue to watch the long night behind.

Ash pulled the covers up over his head and sighed softly.

Instead of making me feel better, my wild thoughts made me feel even worse. I should just go to sleep.

Although demigods don't need to sleep, it is still very comfortable to let their brains rest, just like people don't need to take a bath every day, but taking a bath every day can make people feel refreshed.

After an unknown amount of time, Ash suddenly felt something strange. He opened his eyes and saw a figure standing beside the bed, bathed in darkness, looking down at him without making any sound.

It was undoubtedly horrifying to see this scene while sleeping in the middle of the night, but Ash showed no strange expression except for a little surprise. He sat up and patted the bed next to him, motioning for the other person to sit down.

"Do you want to turn on the light?"

No response.

"Can I hug you?"

There was no answer in the darkness, but the bed creaked slightly.

Ash reached out and held her in his arms. She felt very comfortable in his arms. He took a deep breath and smelled the scent of sweet milk.

"When I first came back from hell, I felt like I had a nightmare and my life was ruined. When I woke up and saw you lazily looking for me to hug, I felt relieved instantly."

Diya finally spoke: "I seem to have just... met the black devil."

"Yeah." Ash wasn't surprised at all, and gently rubbed her face, like two cats licking each other's fur, "Do you think she's a little scary?"

"A little bit." Diya said softly, "But I also think she is very kind, as if... no matter who betrays me in this world, she will stand by me."

Ash stroked her back and said, "Although Death Maniac and I both think she hates you and is jealous of you, since you said so, maybe she really wants to help you. After all, you are the same entity in different timelines. Her feelings for you must be complicated. When you are happy, she will hate you, and when you are sad, she will be angry for you... I think Dark Devil is also a very lonely person. You don't have to be too afraid of her. If there is a next time you meet, you can hug her more."

"I'm glad you told me this, but since the "personality shift" has already happened, we can only accept it calmly. I'm here, and I won't let the Dark Lord replace you."

Diya hummed softly, buried in his arms for a while and asked again: "Then do you know why my personality changed?"

"Maybe it's because I hurt your heart, right?" Ash said frankly, "But I don't know the specific reason."

"How could you not know?" Diya raised her head, her eyes reflecting the thin light in the room, like two stars about to go out, her voice with a hint of tears: "You clearly promised!"

"I forgot."

"How could you—"

"It's not just a promise," Ash said calmly, "I have lost all my memories of you. Even your name, I have to listen to how they call you before I dare to ask them."