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That was the sound of the axe hitting the tree, the sound of the axe hitting my "body."
Although it was a bit slow, it was working. That … was enough.
When I was still a human, I would never have thought that one day, I would crazily desire death.
But now, death was the only thing I wanted …
A long time ago, I was a person who was very attached to life because I had everything.
My family was very rich and very powerful. When I was very young, I understood that I didn't need to work, I didn't need to give. As long as I asked, my request would be met.
I spent my youth in public school. I think that my family wanted me to experience the life of a commoner.
I was very grateful that I had this experience. It allowed me to see many things clearly. It could even be said that … it changed my life.
During that time, I often heard the parents of some of my classmates say to their children, "Don't lose at the starting line."
Thinking about it many years later … it was one of the saddest words I have ever heard.
If life is really a race, then the person who crosses the finish line first will just die faster.
But the truth is, there is no starting line at all because it is not running. Only they are running. People like me who were born to sit on the back of a pegasus … I don't need to run, and it is impossible for them to catch up.
Later, I gradually understood that the starting line they talked about had nothing to do with me. They wanted … their children to be ahead of the other runners.
But … even on this point, I can't agree. Aside from family background, "talent" is also a factor that can't be forced. Intelligence, appearance, talent, they are also innate advantages that mediocre people can't catch up with in their lifetime.
Their only capital is diligence. But they don't recognize this. They squander their time and energy, immersed in self-satisfied fantasies and meaningless cheap pleasure, wasting away their youth.
They are pitiful, but … they don't deserve sympathy.
When I was young, I left this environment and went to a place where people of my status should go.
I saw another world … a hypocritical, cruel, and disgusting world. The people there had a similar background as me. They were rich, bad-tempered, and self-centered.
They made me miss my days in public school. At least there, I could still make real friends.
As the years went by, I grew up in the best environment my family could provide. In the midst of hemp and hemp, I straightened myself without help … I finally succeeded in my studies and embarked on an official career. I gradually adapted to dealing with all kinds of people. I also learned to be unscrupulous, to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots …
Finally, at the age of forty-three, I became the Prime Minister of the kingdom.
I am the youngest Prime Minister in the history of the kingdom. I am powerful enough to overturn the court, have a large number of henchmen, and am extremely wealthy. Men look forward to my life, and women look forward to entering my life.
I have everything.
And the next thing I would think of would naturally be … how to preserve everything for as long as possible.
I secretly took control of the kingdom's Academy of Science and Magic. Even the commander of the Royal Army of Sorcerers is my confidant. The entire kingdom's resources are serving me, trying to find me … a way to achieve immortality.
But … after ten years, my mind began to slow down and my physical strength began to decline. Even though I treated my body as if I was worshipping a temple, the demon of "aging" still came as expected. As for the research on immortality, there was still no substantial progress.
I began to take risks. I visited the Dark Magic Guild, the Demon Race, and even personally went to the desolate lands outside the kingdom to search for otherworldly items.
These were all absolute taboos, but I couldn't care less about that. After all, the act of researching the art of eternal life itself was clearly forbidden.
The fear of old age and death had driven me to take a desperate gamble.
Under such circumstances, I managed to find them … …
The "Huang Shi Brothers", a terrifying duo that only exists in legends. It is said that they are both from the Xin Clan, but there are also rumors that only one of them is from the Xin Clan … Of course, that is not important. What is important is that they are geniuses in the field of Alchemy. Even the Governor of the Royal Army of Sorcerers told me that if there is anyone who can complete the art of immortality, it can only be these brothers.
I was overjoyed, and the song of hope played in my heart.
Now it seems … that was actually the prelude to despair.
I found the two brothers, Arthur and Andrew.
They took a large number of precious treasures from my personal treasury as payment, but I didn't feel any heartache. As long as I obtain immortality, accumulating wealth will be as easy as flipping my hand.
On my fifty-fourth birthday, the alchemy that I had been waiting for began.
Everything that happened that day is very blurry and chaotic. I can no longer remember the details of that day. Only the feeling of terror and pain flashed through my mind.
When I regained consciousness, I was here — Devil Chomp Island.
This is not my world. Those two despicable liars sent me to another world, to an evil god.
Torturer, the supreme god of the Xin Clan.
I was used as a sacrifice and sent to his dimension, kneeling at his feet …
Then, I learned a laughable, tragic, and terrifying truth — Torturer is just a prisoner on Devil Chomp Island.
However, for this prisoner, subduing an opponent like me is as easy as flipping his hand.
My magic was like a circus in front of him, dispersing in an instant.
I was "sewn" to a giant tree of mockery. Stitch by stitch … I used my own tendons to sew it.
He cast a curse on me.
I … finally obtained immortality.
True immortality that even suicide cannot achieve.
Time flew by, and who knows how many years have passed … I became one with the tree behind me.
At first, I felt that the poisonous words of the Tree of Ridicule were a form of torture. But later … I got used to it.
Until one day, it died.
The Tree of Ridicule also has a lifespan. They can also die. When the time comes, they will no longer speak and turn into pure rotten wood.
That day, I cried, but I could not shed any tears.
From that day onwards, only endless loneliness accompanied me. Even a word of cursing had become a luxury.
I remember when I was young, I once heard a destitute poet sing such a ballad on the streets: "Wine, women, wealth, and pride, they are all just illusions. Fame and fortune, they are all gone in the end. "
A person's life is long enough. What is never satisfied is only a person's desire.
People neglect what is truly important and chase after those illusions. So, when they die, other than regret, they leave nothing behind.
I paid the price for my greed. Fortunately … it is all over now.
Ah … it is about to break, just a few more slashes and it will be fine.
What I am seeing now, these clear memories, is just a merry-go-round …
Eh? You are the Death God? Great, I have waited for you for so long … for so long …
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