The Author's POV

Chapter 691

"Are my words bringing back memories to you?"

It was Jezebeth's words that coaxed Kevin out of his thoughts and back into the present. When he raised his head, he looked directly into Jezebeth's eyes.

"How much do you know?"

Kevin asked, his eyes losing focus every so slightly.

"Not much."

Jezebeth replied, walking around the patch of grass he was on.

"My recollections are rather disorganized. Only fragments of the past remain in my memory. Many times, I recall beating you. I recall the various methods I used to defeat you...but I do not recall the exact events that transpired."

Jezebeth's feet came to a sudden pause, and his head turned.

"...Of course, this is due to the fact that I have not yet amassed every fragment. Once I've collected each and every one of them, I'll naturally remember everything."

"I see..."

Kevin blankly stared at Jezebeth and slowly closed his eyes. No one knew what was on his mind at the moment.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared directly at Jezebeth.

"...So the reason why you called for me is just for this?"

"No, no, no."

Jezebeth waved his hands in the air.

Even though his actions were a little over the top, Kevin felt uneasy around him.

Jezebeth exuded an air of calm and self-assurance, which gave the impression that he had everything under control at all times...and Kevin's countless regressions had proven that this was the case the majority of the time.

Of course, things were different this time.

Jezebeth continued.

"Not really the reason I called you here. I've just been wondering. If the records are your enemy, why don't you just work with me? ... Why don't you just allow me to consume the earth and access the records? I can put an end to them for you. If that is your objective."

Kevin merely smiled at Jezebeth before lowering his head and murmuring.

"...You wouldn't understand."

"What wouldn't I understand?"

Jezebeth asked, the smile on his face fading.

me precisely what I would not comprehend. From what I can tell, your objective is the records. The same applies to me. If we work together, we will easily be able to get to the records. Once we reach them, I will assist you

"Heh..."

a soft chuckle, and

records? Me?

his hand in the air as the world around him began to

beginning to shatter like

you've already figured out almost everything. I'm sure you know that it's not possible for me to fight the records. You should know full well that I was born to obey the records, and regardless of whatever

that a puppet couldn't fight its

of whether Kevin hated the records or wanted to fight them, it was impossible for him

very nature, and betrayal would only lead to

can't defeat what controls me, and I know that

raising it once more. A dazzling white glow materialized on his arm and completely

that I needed to know to prove

the illusion he was in, he heard

began to formulate his response. However, just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, his eyes stopped on a

"Wha―"

as he extended his hand in front of him and then slowly closed it into

shocked. I'm sure 'he' will be even more shocked than you, but that doesn't

Crash―!

sentence, the world

better take care of your body. It'd be a pity if you died

only able to hear those words for a moment before he was whisked away and

"Cough...Cough...Cough..."

once more began to spill all over the floor, splattering all

get down on one

'Shit...'

decision to use the Akashic laws, despite the state

thin layer of mana that was still circulating through his

"Blergh."

floor was soon splattered with even more blood.

on to the last bit of sanity he had and managed to keep

eyes drifted

don't have much time

***

sky was pitch black, and the surface lands were demolished; large swaths of the ground were pitted with craters and radiated with residual

fallen soldiers were still lying on the ground, where they had been left, even though it had been weeks since the

the air, permeating a significant portion of Immorra's landscape, which was currently

single living creature was

C..crack―!

the secluded parts of Immorra by a disruption in the sky, which

from this gate that

region that encircled them―created a further imbalance in the world as the

a voice that was both raspy and ominous reverberated through the

"...What happened over here?"

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