Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 161: Diabolic Revelation! (V2 END)

"Hahahahaha!

Limitless! The 12th and 13th Secrets! The Highest Wisdom! With this body, these abilities, I can attain it all!

Mithras! To think you were sitting on such power and potential all along but failed to let it loose! My most exaggerated evaluation still didn't do you justice. Splendid! Splendid! With this foundation, how can I not build...my paradise of wisdom?" Drunk on Mithras' blood and soul, Marcus ambled through his collapsing temple, testing his new powers with random feats of divine might.

The Nerva King's templar rank and Sid level increased with each step, the flux of solar energies so overwhelming and tyrannical that Marcus' soul threatened to melt alongside his flesh and bones!

If not for the Weaver's boons and the Beast's assistance, Marcus would have evaporated on the spot, wiped out by Mithras' Inner Flame. Even now, he barely held on, one mistake away from certain death!

He had to stay focused. Still, Marcus had never felt more excited! For now, he could see them. The path, the tools that'd enable him to achieve his dreams and build his fantasy. He had them all in his grasp. There was no need to find a worthy leader to entrust his hopes to.

He could be that worthy leader. He could lead a generation of sages!

"Yes, who better than Marcus can lead the Empire of Humanity? It is my God-given duty! My fate—my destiny! Don't you agree...dear wife?" Marcus' eyes stretched impossibly, shining with solar rays as memories of his mortal wife flashed through his mind.

Wait, wife? Strange, why was he remembering his wife now? Tens of thousands of years had passed since he last had her in mind. He didn't even want to remember her face. Afraid that the memory of her smile would remind him of his mistakes.

Usually, Marcus could always suppress those memories. But this time around, he failed. A replica of his wife taking shape before his trembling eyes.

Replica? The real thing? Why not? Today, I have obtained the Sun and Beast's Authorities. With my current powers and abilities, why can I not bring back my mortal wife? Yes, it doesn't have to be a dream.

I just need to reach out, snap my fingers, and I will turn this illusion into reality.

No. That won't work. I am dying. My struggle has ended, and my life candle fades.

It's over. I am...dead.

Tears trickled down Marcus' eyes, and he reached for his wife's cheek, his eyes glued to her smile as his body burst into a bright golden blaze.

"In a time when noblewomen were expected to run the house, you followed me through the trenches. Enduring the sufferings of a soldier with the soft touch of a lady.

Where did it all go wrong? If I could turn back the wheel of time and backtrack to the day we met, I'd fix all my mistakes...and give us a better end.

But time doesn't look back. It don't ever, do it? So, all I can is say sorry to your ghost...and wish you luck in the afterlife." Marcus whispered, becoming sparks and ashes as he perished...decimated by Mithras' Solar Genesis!

Mithras reformed where Marcus stood a moment prior, his injuries healed. And his soul unmolested!

A gold and scarlet sun flashed between Mithras' horns; its light reflected in his violet eyes as he swept the Temple of Meditations.

Above, the Worldbreaker hammered through the Weaver's Destiny Beast, shooting towards Mithras in a murderous frenzy!

He didn't bat an eye, extending his right hand with his palm aimed at the falling hammer.

The Worldbreaker didn't connect. Stopping an inch away from Mithras' palm before resuming flight, circling Mithras' frame like a hyperactive toddler.

"Poor child. I know you're still mourning them—especially Radu. I miss them too. My brothers...and now I've lost some more. I can't bear it," Mithras whispered, stroking his ebony hammer with a melancholic tone.

The Great Smelting Hammer appeared and fused with the Worldbreaker, the two recast through Mithras' Blood Smelting Art to reach their final iteration:

Had I not, you would have probably figured it out a very long time ago. And I would be dead.

Tough luck.

Mimi B, you have enjoyed your Last Honor and reached the End of your Path. Whereas I have just crossed my Last Tribulation. The Dominant Twin now eats the Honorable and achieves his Final Iteration.

The Sun, the Beast, the Devil. Add a Morning Star nickname in the mix, and you can't tell me my sis and I didn't set it up beautifully."

"MITHRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!"

"Be not afraid. My future has no room for the Weaver. Your wishes will not die with you...for I shall fulfill them. So accept your death with grace, and become the stepping stone...for my apotheosis." Even as his triumphant words echoed, Mithras' eyes stayed melancholic—undertones of strain and exhaustion hiding in his voice.

His fangs sank in the Beast' neck, decimating him forever. He didn't have to use his fangs. That...was merely to make a point.

A point to himself.

Solar Genesis and the World Smelting Flames harmonized in Mithras' soul. Dual tongues of black and white flames lacing his hammer as a pearly gate opened in the ruins of this once dazzling temple.

[Hidden Achievement: The Devil...unlocked!]

"Oh my, if you really knew the person inside, you might run away. So, I hide the devil behind the mask, and laugh to pass the day."

"Oh my, if you really knew the devil inside, you might run away. So, I hide myself behind the mask, and laugh to pass the day." Mithras sang a tune long forgotten—vanishing from the collapsing temple.

It faded the moment next, bursting into smoke and rubble.

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"Words only have the meaning we assign them. Case in point, 'Monster' was initially a word reserved for creatures so beautiful their smile could enchant the Devil—for Mithras' creations.

And rightfully so. Dragons, the Wrathful Gods included, were the original "monsters." Born from Mithras' blood and organs. It is only after the Beast's awakening and our first war that "Monster" took its current meaning.

So to me it was always obvious...that Our Will was using me as a decoy to gaslight the Fundamental Principles. It made me so mad. In a world where the Sun can become the Beast with supreme authority over men and monsters...why would the Weaver become The Devil?

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Lord, did you know? Were you aware that the Devil's Host—the Devil—is none other than your First Devotee?

None other...than Mithras?

I really hope you didn't know. Unlikely but Lord I swear I hope you didn't...for if you knew...if you knew and loved him regardless...I don't think I will be able to stop myself...from wiping out my universe." The Weaver blanked out.

Mithras' Revelation such a disastrous blow that he started spreading calamities at random, making a mess of the Higher Planes, and causing all Fundamental Principles to come out of hiding.

Still, the Weaver didn't care. For once...he really couldn't care less. And who could blame him?

If the Lord could predict that the Weaver would degenerate, how could she not tell Mithras' true destiny? She knew. Of course she did. She knew and still set him right back on the course...to complete his awakening. Helping him become...her executioner!

What is Love?

That right there!