Chapitre 70: Chapter 70: I am...

Crack!

Once again, the cracking sound was heard. But this time, it was not accompanied by a headache. Nor was it just an illusory sound without actual existence.

As soon as the sound was heard, the child's face cracked. A dark line streamed from the child's eye down towards his cheek. As if the child had a thick layer of make-up on his face, a part of it fell to the ground. Only to turn to dust.

As for his face, it now had a dark hole that stood in place.

But as if none of what just happened was related to him, the child continued.

"Is this why I keep having these headaches? Could it be because of the clashes between my human side and my dungeon side?"

The child thought aloud. "I need to decide which I am."

In the end, the child walked forward, completely ignoring his broken face. But although he chose to ignore It, the things around him did not.

The moment he took a step forward, the bodies, the cars, and even the buildings around him suddenly started crumbling to dust. This dust all gathered up and flew towards the child's face. It was almost as if the very world was trying to patch up his face. But no matter how much dust flew at his face, nothing seemed to fill up his broken crack.

No matter how much dust entered the black hole, the crack continued to pull in more of the formed dust.

Eveb as the world aroun him was crumblom, The child was unhindered. He continued walking the wrecked streets. Booms and screams could still be heard; they had Only managed to die down in proportion to the population of humans still left.

"Which is better? The Dunegon, an unfeeling creature that swims the growing universe looking for growth at each corner? Its only purpose is to grow stronger and bigger as each day goes by. Following logic, they are seemingly perfect beings. Although their passiveness can often lead to them being captured used," As he said this, he could not help but look up, where he saw the multitudes of portals covering the sky.

"Or..."

The child arrived at a store where obvious gunshots could be heard. A small group of goblins and hobgoblins were entering the store through the broken windows. They rushed in with gusto, but only to get shot by a bearded man wearing a suit.

The goblins and the person were oblivious to the child as He strolled in and watched them.

"Humans are the protagonists of the mortal world with the image of a god. A race well known to always surpass limits and break bounds"

Even though the man was outnumbered, he killed the goblins with a headshot almost every time.

"Unlike dungeons, they have a strong will to survive, even in dire and despairing situations."

After the child said that, the man's bullets suddenly ran out. His face despaired for a moment as he looked to see three hobgoblins coming his way.

But he could not have time to despair as one of the hobgoblins had reached him. The green-skinned creature raised its sword and swung it at the man.

The man acted quickly and ducked his body under the counter. Below the counter, the man found a fallen stack of pencils. Taking one, he jumped out and stabbed the hobgoblin in the eye. Acting quickly, he plunged it once again inside the hobgoblin's neck and ear, thus ending its life.

But the other hobgoblins were getting closer, yet he didn't falter. With a mere pencil in his hands, he jumped out towards the two coming hobgoblins.

In the end, the child watched as the middle-aged man walked out of the store; his white shorts were bloody, and his pencil was broken. But he survived.

Crack!

The child's left hand suddenly cracked. Letting more parts of him fall off. Leaving another black opening that sucked everything in.

Before the middle-aged man could go far, he turned to dust and was sucked into the child's dark openings.

"But although worthy of praise, the human mentality does have its own flaws and weaknesses."

Saying that, the child walked forward. In only a few seconds, the child reached a certain building. This building was an apartment building that used to house many people. During the day, it isn't as occupied due to its tenants going to work, but a certain woman was one of the few who weren't at work.

Hidden within an empty wardrobe, the woman held on to her baby with fear.

Just outside the wardrobe, the child watched as if he could see through the wardrobe's wooden walls.

"But as beneficial as their way of thinking can be, Most times it leads to irrational decisions. Love, lust, fear, or hatred often lead to their failure."

"Wahhh~"

At that moment, the woman's baby let out a loud cry. A cry that sounded from the wardrobe all the way down the hallway. The woman tried to quiet the baby down before it could alert anyone outside. But it was already too late.

Turning to look at the bedroom door, the young man noticed a 17-meter-tall black wolf enter. Its footsteps were silent, with only its bloody mouth's growl to be heard.

Crack~!

Cracks started spreading around the child's body. In the end, his whole hand was almost completely cracked and disappeared. And in its place was a pitch-black shadow that seemed like an infinite hole.

Puff!

The wolf, the woman, and even the whole room turned to dust and were slowly absorbed by the child's hand.

In the end, the child walked away. Once again finding himself in the streets of the city.

As he walked the long road, his mind wondered about the questions he had asked himself. And the more he went on, the more he foumd his identity irrelevant to the main picture of all things.

The universe is so big that the miniature him isn't even worthy of being considered a speck. So really, when it comes to what or who he is...

"Does it really matter?"

So the child came back to a certain question he really couldn't answer even now.

The meaning of life

As a human, this question felt like a boundless mystery that he could likely never answer. Why humans exist, and even how the true mysteries of his existence pulled him into a spiral of confusion.

But a dunegon, the mysteries hidden in this question are easily cleared up. Well, he didn't really have the answer to the question, but now as he thought of it, it felt so...

"...Meaningless." The child worded He looked around him, with the buildings, monsters, and humans all slowly turning to dust. As the ground and the sky too turned, what was left over was merely darkness.

Crack!

The child's bodycracked all over, soon leaving his body to become nothing but a black humanoid spot. The dust that was once the reality of this world gathered and, towards the child, disappeared in his.

But while all that was happening, the child did not stop speaking.

"Reality is like a canvas that has existed since the beginning of time. When the first beings existed, they were like painters who put a stroke on the canvas. Each being that existed left a stroke of their own and defied the world as they saw it.

After many years of being in this universe, the canvas had at some point been filled up with all the understanding and beliefs of all the beings.

Such that now the canvas was no longer just a blank panel but a completed painting. With each being that exists, they look back as the painting before they leave their own mark. At some point, they will ask themselves.

'What is the meaning of this painting? What does it represent?'

Answering this question would require one to look at the whole painting and understand it as a whole. But such a feat would be near impossible. As one's vision or mind could not hope of truly capturing the complete image of the painting.

Some would find peace in deciphering at least a small corner of the painting. They make that part of the painting their 'meaning of life,' But is it really?"

The world started crumbling as large gaps of darkness were scattered around.

"Is it really necessary to try so hard to understand a painting that had no meaning to begin with? Wouldn't it be better to start my own canvas?"

Whoosh!

Everything instantly turned to dust. And in a mere second, and beforw a swcond cpuld paas, it was all sucked into the child's body.

"I will paint my own reality."

The child said, but with nothing else but darkness around, all that existed was his fading voice. A voice that seemed like it too will seize to exist.

Well, all but one person

"Hello?"

With her tail swinging in fear, the young girl looked around. All she could see was nothing but darkness, and the only sound in her pointy ears was slowly fading away.

In the dark abyss, only she remained.

"Hmm... you aren't part of my dream?"

As if waking from a long slumber, the child's droopy voice was heard.

The young girl, who now floated in space, looked around. The child's voice had no origin, so she was curious where or who it came from. So she asked, "Who are you?"

Little did she know that she had unknowingly changed the wheel of fate. The moment the girl's voice was heard, the child seemingly awoke as his voice grew more lively.

"Who am I?" It was at that moment that he realized that he had been sidetracked. All this time he has said many things and even came to multiple conclusions, but he realized that he has failed to answer the first and most important question.

"I..." The child said itwith a pause. It seemed that he was once again going to fail to answer, but he suddenly said, "I am the earth,

I am Sky,

the one who brought upon birth,

The one who dared firt fly."

As these words were said, the darkness suddenly parted. The ever-spreading earth and infinite sky filled the young girl's vision. The young girl was surprised as she suddenly landed on the brown earth. But while she tried to get herself up, the child did not stop speaking.

"I am life,

I am death.

the one who struggled in strife,

the one who took the last breath."

The world was then suddenly filled with life. Trees filled the earth, while birds flew in the sky.

"I am human,

the one who can,

the one who did."

In the blink of an eye, as the world's time accelerated, the trees suddenly withered and were replaced by towering buildings. Pedestrians walked the streets as they each went their way.

But they all stopped suddenly before turning to black dust. The dust then converged to a single point. A point that grew until a single figure existed. A pitch-black figure with only a few dots reminiscent of stars scattered on his body.

"I am the remnant being of a lost world. I..."

Looking around, the being suddenly realized something.

"I am Earth.

I am Erden."

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L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS
4thBlackGoblin

There you have it folk, the name was given.

I don't remember what language it was but Erden means 'of the earth,' while Erde literally means earth.

I Could have chosen the Dutch Aarde that meant the same thing. Or Terra which was the goddess of the earth. But I chose this cause it sounded like garden of Eden.

This of course doesn't explain why I picked this name. But there is a reason which you will find in volume 2.

Although I do believe some of you may have figured it out already.

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