CHAPTER 356: CHAPTER 190: LET ME TAKE HER PLACE (DOUBLE-LENGTH)_2

"Lost Island... It belongs to my world."

"Under the veil of Eternal Night, everywhere is filled with the fragments of my divinity and rules that are out of order, chaotic, and riotous."

"Forget about ordinary legends—"

"Even a common Demigod, if they enter here, under the influence of that chaotic divinity and Authority, if they don’t leave immediately, will lose control in an extremely short time."

The sound reminiscent of a Bronze Ancient Bell echoed in the hall.

"Rather, you are such a rare exception, entering Lost Island, yet besides having your strength and spiritual power suppressed, you can still retain your complete will for a long time without falling into madness."

"Even an ordinary True God cannot reach your level."

Within the pale shadow, those brass-colored illusory eyes locked onto the thin figure of the human boy beside them.

Clearly, Hathaway had just arrived on the scene, contending with the being opposite.

Yet these illusory eyes representing the will of the Ancient Sun God didn’t seem to care about the Golden Elf before them at all.

From beginning to end, its attention was solely focused on Shiayar alone.

"Yet, even though it’s filled with such chaotic divinity, the Elf Clan on Lost Island isn’t restricted..."

Shiayar smiled bitterly.

"That’s right."

The illusory brass-colored eyes closed slightly, then reopened.

"Since I chose the elves as the race for the Third-Party Royal Court, and also as a backup vessel, I spent hundreds of years modifying the entire elf bloodline, leaving behind a contingency plan."

"And as a race I created, my pawn... since their bloodline is tainted with my divinity, the chaotic divinity wandering on Lost Island naturally wouldn’t affect them."

"Whether they’ve lived in the Royal Court, were born in any time or place, or even if they’re now on Lost Island, it’s all irrelevant..."

"As long as there’s elf blood flowing within them, even if it’s been diluted to a very thin trace..."

"I can rely on the contingency plan within their bloodline to freely control their life and death."

"This is the vessel’s honor, and also my gift."

The sound akin to bronze wasn’t very loud, illusory and ethereal.

However, it fell into Hathaway’s ears.

It caused her spirit sea, already somewhat dissipated due to backlash, to plunge into an icy state once again.

Compared to the cold within the Golden Elf’s heart at that moment, the curse eroding her entire body and corroding her flesh seemed less painful.

"I see."

"We are merely vessels..."

Crimson blood trickled from her mouth, carrying a splendor of crimson gold.

The indifferent words revealed a cold truth.

Far more brutal than Hathaway had imagined.

She once thought that the past Elven Royal Court, along with the advanced Elves residing there, were but pets kept in a display cage by the Sun God.

Until the great catastrophe arrived, the former creator fell, and the Elf Clan finally regained their freedom, truly becoming an independent and intelligent race.

But now, in hindsight, she realized she had thought too simply.

The cage had never disappeared.

It was just replaced from a "big cage" visible with iron chains and bars to a transparent "small cage."

And they were not pets.

Rather, as Shiayar described, mere lab rats categorized into control and experimental groups during alchemy serum injection trials.

No wonder no matter what kind of research the predecessors of the Council or she herself did under the nose of the master of the World Tree Fragment, it never awakened the owner of the Black Iron Throne.

No wonder even after she flipped the entire Council not long ago, causing such a commotion, the will of the Ancient Sun God on that Black Iron Throne never glanced at her.

How could the owner of a lab care about the agitation of a single mouse in a breeding cage?

Even if that mouse was strong and killed other mice, becoming the strongest among them.

When a scientist emerged among the turkeys kept in a farm, observing that every day at five pm, turkeys were fed on time, the turkey scientist deduced a theory — "Every day at five pm, a feast descends from the sky."

For 365 days a year, this theory was always verified, so the turkeys believed it had become an eternal theorem.

But on Thanksgiving Day, the farmer didn’t come with a bucket of food, but with a knife sharpened to a cold gleam.

The entire Elf Clan is a race created by that Ancient Sun God.

As long as elf blood still flowed within her, even if Hathaway fled to the ends of the earth, the Ancient Sun God would only need one tiny thought to invoke Authority and leave her with no place to be buried.

"How pathetic..."

Crimson tears of blood dripped from the slender lashes of the Golden Elf.

"It turns out that elves have never truly been alive."

Just hours ago, Hathaway’s heart was filled with joy.

Illuminating the ocean of stars, she thought she had found a way forward for herself and the entire Elven Royal Court.

But looking at it now, how laughable it was.

Like flowers in the water, like the moon in the mirror.

Beautiful, yet shattered with a touch.

Boom—

The burning sensation in her blood intensified, marking her once smooth and delicate, pale skin with intertwining blood-red and black runes bearing a severe curse.

Originally, as the only Pureblood Elf surviving on Lost Island and a candidate vessel for the Ancient Sun God, she might have still held considerable value.

However, clearly, after Shiayar’s appearance, the Ancient Sun God had completely lost patience with this candidate vessel.

Sensing the approaching death arising from her blood.

A streak of resolve suddenly flashed in Hathaway’s eyes.

Then, in an instant.

She gathered the last of her will from the dissipating spirit sea.

The radiance of crimson Gold Magic Power flared up in an instant, temporarily suppressing the curse woven in blood-red and black.

Since I can’t survive no matter what.

Then, at the very least before death...

I can use my life to ignite all my spiritual power and life force in a self-detonation to disperse the divine suppression around me.

For Shiayar... give him a chance to escape.

Even though my Magic Power is weak...

Such a close-range explosion would still cause significant damage to these divinities, right?

She slowly closed her eyes.

As if she had been set ablaze.

Hathaway’s entire body’s Magic Power suddenly boiled, like a burning ember.

Yet, in the next moment.

She once again heard that familiar voice.

"Enough."

Shiayar raised his head, looking at the illusory figure on the Black Iron Throne.

"As a human, my bloodline has never been modified like the elves, nor have you left me with any contingency plan."

"If I resist, because of compatibility issues, even with your Rank, perfectly replacing my soul and occupying my body wouldn’t be that easy, would it?"

"And you’ve said so much to me, explained so much."

"Simply to break down my will, making me willing to merge with you."

"And now, you’ve won."

He glanced slightly back at the golden elf girl behind him.

In his eyes was a sadness, and a slight relief."

In the next moment, those clear words emerged in Hathaway’s ear.

"Let me take her place."

"Become your vessel."