Chapter 1894: Die in a story worth telling
Those words—and the sheer aura of the Scarlet King—made the hearts of the seven Prima Deities tremble. They felt an overwhelming presence, a psychic might that seeped into their very minds, threatening to erase their sense of control and collapse their will.
It was a power they could not resist, a force that made their very souls shudder.
And then, just as it seemed the pressure would shatter them entirely, it vanished.
Auramyth and the others glanced at one another in disbelief, confusion written clearly across their faces. Slowly, they lifted their heads and stared at Cain.
But instead of the cold brutality they had come to expect from those who held power, like Divine Calamity, Cain met them with a calm, almost serene smile. A smile that didn’t seem to belong to a man capable of ordering the death of legions without a second thought.
Cain, of course, had already seen into their minds—thanks to The Flow, he could sense their intent, emotions, and internal logic. It was clear that they saw him as a monster, but he simply shrugged his shoulders.
Yes, it was true. He had commanded the extermination of billions. But those had been individuals and factions that could never coexist with his vision of a harmonious and liberated world. Trying to reason with such people would have been like trying to negotiate with a malignant cancer. And Cain had learned long ago that such things could only be removed—never appeased.
But when it came to others—those who had not committed atrocities or spread suffering—his behavior was different. His path, though ruthless at times, was not founded on cruelty.
"I may be the ruler of your homeland," Cain said, voice calm but unwavering, "but what I am not... is a hypocrite. The Scarlet Path means freedom—the right to make your own choices and carve your own future. As long as your actions don’t violate my rules, I will not take your lives. Nor will I force you to fight my battles."
His words left the Prima Deities speechless.