The magic of the Dark Ones allowed them to easily read the memories of the host, even the forgotten and deeply buried memories. Through these memories, they could easily find the flaws and holes in the host's heart, then use these flaws and holes to eject the host offline. After that, the Dark Ones could monopolize the host's body.
As for the host's fate after being expelled offline or seduced, it was self-evident. One day, even their soul would be devoured and they would lose everything.
Just like a certain person now, he felt as if he had been possessed by the Dark Ones. His heart was empty and filled with anxiety.
"A marionette? Or a poet off the stage? Who knows? "
In Tulleng Prison, a bored prisoner was helplessly playing with a wooden puppet in his hand. He was very bored because he had to show a calm side in front of the eminent monks because only then could he act like a prisoner who was atoning for his sins, a young man who could repent, a prisoner who could live on.
The wooden puppet in his hand also proved his usual performance, or rather, how successful his performance was. Because he obtained this puppet, the eminent monks seemed to want to let him go one day after his good performance and let him have a way to make a living, such as performing a puppet show to support himself.
But he only felt like vomiting.
Because this group of so-called eminent monks had interrupted the ending that should have been the ending.
It wasn't that he didn't think that his curtain call would end and he would be caught by a dramatic bait and stratagem, as well as a pair of brothers with a twisted background. Although he felt regretful, he still accepted this ending. After all, although an incomprehensible artist was killed by barbaric and tasteless executioners and the reunion of the others was indeed a cliché ending that couldn't be more cliché, it was still an ending.
But now?
He could only listen to the teachings of the eminent monks every day until he was rotten to the core, or until these self-proclaimed saints thought that he could leave.
Was this considered an ending?
No, it could only be considered a lousy ending! Even the ending of the first episode could only be considered average!
That was why he had to work hard to survive and wait for the second episode to start. He had to conserve his energy and prepare for an even more exciting and dazzling show!
Yes, he was indeed repenting and atoning for his sins, but not for those who sacrificed their lives because of his art.
He was atoning for his previous incompetence, for his carelessness and complacency. When he thought about how his carelessness caused the first act of the play to turn into such a filthy and despicable thing, his heart was filled with incomparable guilt and pain. He wanted to return to the past and redo his despicable play.
"No, no, no... artists should be brave enough to admit their own mistakes and... mistakes, because only then can they create a more successful play. Success... needs to be set off by failure. This way, there should be some people with good taste who can understand my art, right?"
He lowered his voice and muttered to himself. But just when he thought that he could only hear those disgusting truths, he heard a voice full of murderous intent.
"Your art is too exaggerated. It's not clean enough."
The prisoner instinctively felt angry, but the moment he raised his head, he changed his expression to one of humility and fear. He felt that the owner of this voice should be an executioner who was used to killing, so he had to show enough humility and guilt to make a humble prisoner who wanted to atone for his sins appear in front of him.
This was the only way to let him, who had a bad reputation, survive.
However, what he saw was not a warrior, but a monster. A tall, winged monster holding a sword.
"And your ending is indeed laughable. I have seen your future. In your future, not only did you fail to take revenge, but you also failed to let the brothers discover the truth and contradictions between them. You were defeated by their apprentice like a clown. Not only did you fail to sow discord, but you were also locked up in this … boring place again. So now, I really want to know your expression after knowing your future. "
Yatoku looked at this person whom he had clearly never met, but whom that person was determined to kill, and an ugly smile appeared on his face. Yatoku's evaluation was from the bottom of his heart. He had seen the future of this person called Jin. In Li Ke's memories, he had not only seen Jin's ending, but also that of Jie, who was now called Jie, and that Master Ku Shuo's ending.
In that ending, Jie and Ku Shuo had formed a sentence. Ku Shuo had faked his death, while Jie had established Shadow Stream with the sin of murdering his shifu on his back. But he had still worked hard for Ku Shuo, who had faked his death. He had convinced Ku Shuo that only if he carried the name of murdering his shifu on his back would all the members of the Balance Sect not follow in his and Ku Shuo's footsteps and join Shadow Stream to fight against the invaders.
Because both of them were clear that the Balance Sect had to exist. Their homeland needed the absolutely neutral Twilight Eye and the exorcists and Equalizers trained by the Balance Sect. So now, when everyone in the Balance Sect wanted to help fight against the invaders, this was the only way they could preserve the Balance Sect's flame and pick out those who were trustworthy.
Then, things went wrong. Ku Shuo might have been trying to find a way for Jie to prevent him from falling further into the darkness, or it might have been that Jie had used the Tears of Shadow as an excuse, an evil ink rich in the power of shadow, to liberate him. In the end, he became a monster who wanted to rule all of Ionia, and didn't hesitate to start a civil war and slaughter farmers.
He even released Cadar Ember. He had him kill people, attack his own son and disciple, as well as the people whom his son and disciple valued very much.
Just like that, things came to an end, and Jie finally carried the true crime of murdering his shifu on his back. But Jie still kept Shen in the dark. He thought that Jie was still Jie, and didn't recover after they caught Ember again. Although he still had his guesses, it was almost impossible for him to know the real ending.
And Ember?
He had returned to this prison once again.
"It's really … a boring play. There are so many elements, but there's no conflict or sublimation … Ah, cruel God, is it because you're jealous of my talent that you gave me such a lousy actor? This really makes me want to bow to the tragic future! "
Ember cried in a very artistic and beautiful manner, for his boring future, and also because of the strong killing intent from Yatoku. He knew that Yatoku told him this because Yatoku needed him. So, if he didn't want to die, he had to follow Yatoku and listen to his orders.
In this way, he still couldn't write a wonderful play.
"So, follow me, and I'll give you a chance to write a great play in your mind!"
Yatoku stood up directly, because Ember's answer was not important at all. Behind him, his brothers also arrived with the stench of blood all over their bodies. He spread his wings and tried hard to suppress the urge to kill the monster in front of him. He accepted Ember's loyalty and completed another piece of the puzzle of his plan.
"Soon, soon."
He knew that with the completion of his plan, his life would fade away at the same time. To be more precise, everything he did was for his own end. He returned to the Runic Continent because he felt that the so-called Gods didn't deserve to kill him. They only deserved to be buried with him. And he came here to get Ember's loyalty for another reason, a reason that he would definitely die.
Because in the final play, he had to be a villain, a monster, and no monster could be more evil than him.
Only in this way could he be killed by the heroes who had gone through the trial.
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