It was as if frozen time and the frozen world surrounded the werewolf Bedivere.
Suffocated. Depressed. Despair. Helpless.
His consciousness rotated rapidly within tens of seconds, but these tens of seconds seemed to him to be an entire century.
All kinds of memories exploded in his head, which was a revolving door before death. He looked back on his life, feeling guilty for all the mistakes he had made in his life, and rejoicing at all the gains he had made.
Then, he recalled what he shouldn't have remembered, [that person].
His brother------Papalov the White Bear.
Seven years ago, Bedivere's Holy Spirit White Wolf helped Arthur in the final battle in the Pure Land of Avalon. However, the incomplete Holy Spirit White Wolf also died as a result. The price of the Holy Spirit's death was that Bedivere lost his knowledge of the Holy Spirit.
The memory of his brother Papalov.
However, memory is originally data stored in the body, and even Kama (destiny) cannot truly erase it.
Bedivere, who was on the verge of death, looked back on his life in this extreme state. Deep in his heart, he discovered this long-sealed memory.
In the memory, his brother Papalov rushed to the werewolf desperately, protecting Bedivere with his body to prevent his brother from being injured by the flames of the black phoenix.
One life changes one life, and if one person lives, another person must die.
The werewolf watched with his own eyes as his brother was devoured by black flames, and his own left arm was burned to ashes by the flames.
On that day, he lost a lot, a lot. The severe pain when the flames burned his arm is still vivid in his mind, as if it happened just a few minutes ago.
Yes. Why did you forget this pain?
How could we forget that Bedivere's little life was bought by Papalov at the cost of his own life?
At the end of the endless darkness, a ray of light shines. Beyond that ray of light, Papalov is staring at Bedivere.
"Brother?" the werewolf called softly.
The White Bear Man walked further and further away, he seemed so out of reach.
"Brother! No! Don't go!" The werewolf seemed to have returned to the appearance of the boy before, helpless and weak. The only thing he could do was to cry on his back, cry to the ground, and call for his relatives.
However, the white bear man shook his head and disappeared into the light in the distance. This was an irreversible fate. They were destined to be separated forever and never see each other again.
When the white bear completely disappeared in the light, it was replaced by a deeper darkness.
At that time, the werewolf boy reached the end of despair. This memory should have ended here.
However, another memory that had long been forgotten by Bedivere emerged at this time.
That is the truth hidden in the deepest part of a werewolf's soul, a secret that even Bedivere himself doesn't know.
When the werewolf boy was completely in despair, the greatest and only god in the world, [Kama (Seat of Destiny)], appeared in front of Bedivere.
God is motionless and speechless.
God has the power to change the world, but He does nothing and is useless.
God, with mercy and cruelty, watches all the joys and sorrows in the world with cold eyes, but never interferes.
Because it is all part of the reincarnation of Kama, it is destiny, history, and necessity.
But people in the world always deny all this and try every possible means to change their destiny. They cunningly want to obtain all the happiness in the world and avoid all the misfortunes in the world.
The same was true for this stupid werewolf boy in front of God.
How can there be a good thing that has the best of both worlds in the world?
"Save Papalov!" Bedivere requested: "No matter what happens to me, I can do it, but please save my brother!!"
"I don't want to forget him!"
"I owe him so much!"
"I didn't even have time to apologize to him!"
"So!---So!"
"Please give me another chance to love him well!!"
Faced with the werewolf boy's sincere request, Kama's Seat remained indifferent.
No one can change destiny. And God has no responsibility to do anything for people.
Faced with God's silence, the werewolf boy became even more angry.
"I've begged you like that------you still refuse?!?"
His body began to expand and became huge under the influence of [Crazy Transformation Technique].
It was anger and hatred. But in the end, he was resisting - resisting the [God] in front of him, resisting fate, and even more, resisting misfortune.
"Roar, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" The frantic werewolf flew over and attacked Kama's seat: "What god! What fate! You stinky guy, who do you think you are!!"
Pound!! His sharp claws hit the giant sword of God, but it was split in two by the blade in the hand of Kama's Seat!
In the moment Bediwell realized it, God had already waved eight million arms and cut the giant wolf into countless pieces!
Bedivere was knocked back to his original shape, flew far away, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ugh..." He only felt pain all over his body. But that was just an illusion. In this world composed of photons, people exist in the form of thoughts and will not die or get hurt.
Therefore, as long as the werewolf boy's willpower persists, he can get up countless times, face God, and fight with him.
As soon as Bedivere, who was covered in blood, got up, the god's giant blade slashed straight down, crushing the werewolf boy into a pulp.
(Not yet---)
He came to life again, and slowly climbed up again.
The giant blade of the God of Destiny poured down like raindrops, using the most brutal attack to knock the newly resurrected Bedivere into pieces.
Every inch of his flesh, every bone, was shattered to the molecular level, and then burned to ashes in the flames of the great sword of Karma's Seat.
Severe pain spread through every cell in his body. The pain was unimaginable and the pain was indescribable.
(Not yet---)
However, the werewolf boy who didn't know how to give up resurrected again and climbed up tenaciously.
"Give me my brother back! Please!" he begged.
This has no effect at all. The Seat of Kama has faced countless creatures, and they all have similar demands, but God has never shown mercy and listened to their demands.
Fate is always cruel, more cruel than anyone else.
Because of its cruelty, unreasonableness and uncertainty, it has become the absolute truth.
The seat of Kama holds up eight million arms and releases the most powerful magic.
A huge thunder and lightning storm instantly enveloped the werewolf boy!
Billions of lightnings trapped Bedivere like a cage. They roared and roared mercilessly, tearing the werewolf boy apart with their claws made of thunder and lightning, killing him tens of thousands of times in an instant.
He resurrected, resurrected, and was immediately killed by a lightning storm!
He was resurrected, resurrected, and instantly torn to pieces!
He was resurrected again, resurrected, and was broken down into atoms by high-voltage electricity in an instant!
In less than a quarter of an hour, the werewolf boy died tens of thousands of times!
This is consuming Bedivere's will and endless torture. As long as he refuses to admit defeat, this torture will never stop.
Until finally, the werewolf boy finally fell.
Unable to bear the pain caused by millions of deaths, Bedivere's will was exhausted and he fell into a dark void.
And Kama's Seat retreated silently.
"Brother...Brother..." In the midst of hesitation, the young man whispered with tears in his eyes. All hope was gone, leaving only endless despair.
But a figure appeared in the darkness, standing in front of the werewolf boy.
This figure's whole body was wrapped in golden light, and only a rough outline could be seen. But his body shape was very similar to someone else's.
"Bedivere." The mysterious golden figure looked down at the werewolf boy who fell to the ground: "This time, it's my turn to save you."
He half-crouched in front of the werewolf boy and reached out to touch Bedivere's left arm: "I will accept this price."
Black flames ignited from the golden figure's hands and instantly engulfed the werewolf boy's left arm.
"Woooooooooooooo!" Bedivere let out a weak gasp.
"Don't worry. Your brother will always come back." The man consoled him, "Even if his shape changes and his appearance is completely different, he will come back."
---Once again, come to your side.
Once again, give you a chance to love him well."
"Your Majesty, there is not much time left." Another golden figure appeared in the darkness, seeming to remind the golden figure who helped Bedivere.
"Got it. Let's go." The man stood up, left Bedivere alone, and disappeared with his companions.
The left arm of the werewolf boy was completely burned to ashes by the black flames.
That was not an accident, nor was it because Bediwell's arm was burned by the black phoenix because Papalov failed to protect Bedivere.
That arm was the [price] from the beginning, it was delivered.
In order for the werewolf boy to reunite with his brother again - one day, in some form.
(Yes, this is not despair, not complete despair yet.)
(Why did I forget such an important thing?!)
"Haha!" Bedivere took a deep breath and woke up from his coma.
There was darkness all around. He was trapped in a place where he couldn't see his fingers, and his body couldn't move.
It's so cold. My body seems to be frozen.
(What the hell am I doing?)
(Could it be death that’s waiting for me next?)
A ray of light shot in from the upper left corner of the werewolf youth's vision.
Someone lifted off the layer of "darkness" that sealed Bedivere and let the light shine through.
"Found it! He's here!" Someone was shouting. The person pushed open the surrounding darkness harder and sent more light in.
"Well..." The werewolf youth who was still confused took a breath of fresh air and his mind gradually became clearer.
"Come! Grab my hand!" From the world full of light, the other party stretched out a hand.