The idea of heroes and demon kings has filled your head, giving you the false reality that they are the strongest in this world.
But before I go far, do you even know the true strength of a demon king or hero? You believed your dragon eyes could gauge their strength.
Or you believe that with infinite clones, you can defeat them? No, that is naive and stupid because their strength is not gauged that way.
A demon king possesses a curse, and a hero a blessing. When a curse or blessing is activated, it’s usually during a world-shattering event.
If a hero activates his blessing, his power could shatter reality and bend the fabric of space, and that’s with a normal punch.
Your millions of infinite clones would be destroyed before they got close. That is only a tip of how the demon kings and heroes are.
You might be a candidate, but until you receive your curse, never try to go against a hero or demon king, Silva.
They are not just nuts in a different league; they exist on a plane of their own. They see the world differently from you. This might hurt your dragon ego, but you are no match for them.
But that’s beside the plan. I have little time here, so I’ll tell you all that I heard, and the rest is up to you to understand.
There are many things you don’t understand, and the task that the goddess has given you is not one that can be easily carried out.
It might look like the simple completion of tasks that she gives you to carry out, but it’s far more than that. The details are so vast that I would have to spend days explaining them to you.
There is also the fact that she believes you are not ready for that. Taking that into consideration, you need to understand that your task here is not simple and will not be a walk in the park for you.
The wars you must fight—they are massive, and this thing you are doing now, battling some random kingdom, is not helping anything.
Instead, it’s building more trouble for you. But you won’t listen to me; after all, you are a dragon, and your pride equals that of gods.
But I need you to understand something, and it’s really important, Silva. Time is ticking; it’s running down fast.
This new world adventure you think you are in—it’s going to end. It’s going to turn evil, brutal, and filled with so much darkness that you might turn into a monster.
What that Lily showed you is only the beginning. The darkness stretches far beyond that; it goes deeper—something that, even with your strength, you’ll never fix if you don’t avoid it.
Give me your hand. I’ll show you something now, but what I want to show you is a heavy defiance of order, so this artifact will use all its power to block order, but immediately after, I’ll have to go,” the black man said and stretched out his hand.
Silva’s body felt free, and he stood up. He walked to the man and held his hand. Immediately, like a very powerful gust of wind, his face was hit, his head snapped back, and his eyes closed.
He slowly opened his eyes, only to see a barren land. The ground was scorched black, and the skies were dark, covered with smoke.
He looked around this place, his eyes darting around, trying to figure out what this was.
“Where am I?” Silva asked.
“The future—the most likely outcome of the path that you are treading. This is the world now, the world that was created after several happenings,” the man replied.
“Am I alive? Or did I die in this world?” Silva asked.
“Die? You? You can’t die. You didn’t die. You became the ruler of this world. You were supposed to die, but someone risked their soul to keep yours. They snatched you from the jaws of death.
The person is someone dear to you, someone who was compatible with you, and that was Elsa. She gave her soul to let you live.
In the passing time before that happened, you lost all the guardians—each one killed in service to your crazy plans, butchered, mutilated, deaths that came in different ways.
Lily died in your hands, her only wish being that you never forget her. But in your rage and quest for vengeance, you forgot her. You forgot them, and you lost more people.
Your sisters, your brothers, your friends, and everyone that stood for you—only Elsa followed, trying to save you from yourself. But you threw yourself into the jaws of death, and she gave her life for you.
After that, you became a being driven by the purest form of rage, the purest form of anger. You destroyed all, until even Ophelia saw you as a threat and tried to seal you. And then you moved against her. You used everything you could and injured her—a god.
But you suffered your own injuries. You didn’t die, mostly because she felt she was to blame for what you had become.
She felt that she tarnished your soul and destroyed your life. She couldn’t land that final blow. So you escaped, and using what divine power you had, you sealed the world away to become your domain.
Trying to recover for the day she would recover and come back so that you could end her. This world was no longer her world. It became a place that you used to gain energy, and the life that existed here was just to serve the demon lord that you had become,” the man said and then removed Silva from the vision.
Silva fell to the ground immediately, shaking and sweating. He had a deep look of unbelief on his face.
“Silva, this is no story with a happy ending. There is no happy ending. You were brought here to save or destroy. This is no fairy tale,” the man said and vanished. So did the cave, and Silva was returned to the crystal cave.