Chapter 858 - 430 Chaos
"There were no human intrigues, none of those human imperfections. Everything began to turn out beautifully. As long as I was around, they could even live forever. My loved ones, my family, would never leave me again. Yet, when I returned to the human world, I was immediately pained by the treachery and deceit. I decided I needed to change it all, to take control of everything, I needed to become powerful, powerful enough to protect my family, to protect everything. Only by having everything within my grip could I prevent those tragedies from happening again."
"Kongkong has already begun to recall some memories from his past life, what about you, Dangdang? Can’t you remember anything at all? But no matter, come back to your mother’s side. Let’s rule over the Wraith Kingdom together, then conquer the whole continent, so that our will can spread to every corner of the world with ease."
Listening to the Spectral Saint Mage Ling Xue’s narrative, Long Dangdang fell silent. Even with his usual composure, at this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: this must all be a dream.
In this short span of time, the information he had received was unbelievably staggering, beyond comprehension. Even if he racked his brains, he could never have guessed that the ruler of the Wraith Kingdom, the Spectral Saint Mage, was his mother. And that he and his brother had such a connection from a past life.
Indeed, a part of him already believed it, but since childhood, he grew up and learned in the human world, surrounded by companions, mentors, and including his parents and brother—all of whom had brought him warmth from the human world. And now, his own birth mother wanted him to join the Wraith Kingdom to annihilate humanity. How could he possibly accept that?
He also tried hard to recall, to see if he truly had memories of his past life due to their bloodline connection, but he quickly realized that he didn’t have such memories at all, no matter how much he thought, his memories were only of this life.
What should he do? What could he do? Yet no matter what, he couldn’t become a wraith and slaughter humans! He couldn’t do it, he really couldn’t. And the Spectral Saint Mage before him, was she still his mother? Even if her body was, was her soul still the same?
At this moment, he was utterly lost in the depths of bewilderment. How he wished it was truly just a dream—he felt that even novels wouldn’t dare to write something like this!