Chapter 481 The Price of Knowledge

Chapter 481 The Price of Knowledge

The world trembled as Obelisks all around the world shot their beams into the sky. Dread filled the air, shaking the hearts of the world's inhabitants. Children cried hysterically and adults stared at the sky in horror. Animals whimpered and Magical Beasts growled. Everyone could feel the threat and the looming death.

Basil could feel all of this a moment before he was completely engulfed by the golden light. The terror that struck the soul of every inhabitant of the world disappeared as Basil arrived in another world. Not so different from his Inner World, this world was covered with tall golden grass.

Three big tablets stood before him, filled with intricate characters to the brim. Two of the tablets had shining characters, radiating a profound aura that a mere mortal couldn't comprehend. Compared to the other two, the remaining tablet was extremely dull. Despite that, it still exuded profoundness.

Basil took a step forward. His long hair billowed in the air. Out of thin air, a tall, golden-haired man garbed in a golden tunic materialized in front of the dull tablet. He leaned on the tablet with crossed arms. He opened one of his closed eyes when Basil stopped a few steps away from him and looked at Basil with a teasing smile.

"Hello, Body Stealer," Basil greeted, causing the golden-haired man to stumble to the side.

"A blunt one, aren't you?" he said with a wry smile.

"I know you are a God, Matheus."

"Well, I know about that. These guys record everything," Matheus said, gesturing at the tablets. "So, what are you going to do now?" he asked, crossing his arms cockily.

"I will crush your soul. Can you accept that?"

"Fine with me," Matheus answered with a shrug.

Basil stared at Matheus silently. Matheus could either be not caring about the revelation or confident that Basil wouldn't do it. Whatever it was, Basil didn't care. He knew he was going to succeed and that was all that mattered. Ignoring Matheus, he took another step and shoved Matheus aside.

Matheus grumbled about an insolent descendant but didn't hold it against Basil. He watched as Basil stood before the dull tablet before stopping him once his palm was about to touch it.

"I have to warn you that whatever you are going to figure out next might alter your life course. Knowing that, do you still want to bear it?"

"I am a Fragment Bearer. Isn't that what I should do?" Basil asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Basil clicked his tongue at the words of the desperate buffoon in the crowd but couldn't utter a single thing. He was present in the body that he inhabited at this moment but couldn't do anything to control it. Against his will, he spread his hands and looked at the sky. Some of the stars blinked as if mourning for his imminent death.

"I shouldn't have helped," he uttered. It was something that he had said once in his past life. "I thought I could change what was predetermined. I thought I would be different. I was wrong. I am nothing special. I don't write my fate. I have been following a script that leads me to this moment." A twisted grin appeared on his face. "So be it."

"Kill him!"

The people in his surroundings came at him as his body was engulfed in a golden light. For the first time, Basil could control his body. The immense power he felt made him feel like he could crush the world in his palm. He could change the course of history, but he didn't. Something was telling him to not do anything and watch.

So he did.

Squelch!

The golden light engulfing his figure died down, revealing him impaled by the weapons of his four students. The negligible mobs were gone, wiped out by his sheer presence. He looked at each of the faces of his students. He carved each of them deeply in his mind.

The one with the golden hair and a scholarly look was Gregory who would be called the God of Knowledge. The one with a cloth covering her eyes and an innocent look was Lindy who would be called the Goddess of Love. The one with long, wavy black hair and a righteous gaze was Justina who would be called the Goddess of Justice. The one with grey hair and a gentle look was Layland who would be called the God of Peace.

Basil was watching the birth of the Four Gods and the fall of the Four Heroes. He could feel the disappointment of the person whose body he inhabited as he looked at the four ungrateful scoundrels. Despite that, he had a serene smile on his face. It was frustrating, yet he could only accept reality.

"Be careful of what you wish," he warned. "With great power comes a great responsibility. You may find it hard to keep your hearts beating."

"Your death shall bring peace to this world, Master," Layland uttered as his friends were getting uncomfortable.

"How long will it last? I wonder."

He could tell from the looks his students were showing it didn't matter. Their purpose was not peace, in the very first place. It didn't matter. He would get back what was cruelly torn from him. He would come to get the payment for the debt the ungrateful scoundrels owed him. A serene smile remained on his face; even as his students took his heart out and split it amongst themselves.

It was all right. He would get his due revenge. Gregory, Layland, Justina, and Lindy would die after his reborn. Humans, the ungrateful low-lives he had helped, would perish. His most loyal servants that he left behind, the Pacifer, would accompany him in his endeavour.

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