Above The Sky
Chapter 669 - 669 612 So It Turns Out I Have the Villain's Script 5400 Second Release

669: Chapter 612 So It Turns Out I Have the Villain’s Script (5400, Second Release) 669: Chapter 612 So It Turns Out I Have the Villain’s Script (5400, Second Release) He looked toward the other lost souls, who were showing confusion and seemed somewhat bewildered.

——Could it be said that among these lost souls, not one was a genius capable of changing the world?

——But they are all dead, becoming part of the Deceased Monarch.

That is the true evil of the Way of the Deceased Monarch…

It turns everyone into ‘ordinary lost souls,’ erasing their true value, their real talents and abilities, and reducing them to the mere basics of another being.

This was a technique that could only be used at the very last moment.

Having confirmed this in his mind, Ian said seriously to the wraiths, “My wish is to transform this world, to make it into the ideal world I have in my heart.”

“Then, I want to venture far beyond.”

“It’s an exceedingly bold, hence somewhat vague wish, and if you can’t understand it, then there’s no need to.”

[Really?]

Hearing this, the lost souls felt somewhat relieved: [Change the world?

In other words, you want to make the world into what you believe is right?]

“Yes.”

Ian found this dream somewhat familiar, and after thinking for a bit, he couldn’t help but laugh—weren’t the dreams of the great villains in various novels just the same?

The protagonists wish to maintain their peaceful days, while villains aim to warp the world into what they desire.

Peace indeed needs to be maintained, but transforming the world is also essential.

If his wish was this arrogant, to transform the entire world for the sake of his own dreams.

Then for Humans, this was a goal that was easier to grasp than venturing Above the Sky.

——So it turns out I’ve got the villain’s script.

On this, Ian felt indifferent; if anything, ‘Deceased Monarch’ sounded quite villainous, quite fitting, in fact.

Thus, the lost souls who knew this no longer cried or felt lost.

[If such is your wish, then we needn’t understand it.

Our Monarch, we will see through your eyes, to witness]

They stated relievedly: [Monarch, if we had a resolute will like yours, one not influenced by any other, perhaps we wouldn’t have ended up like this]

[But could you talk about it once more?]

[Tell us about…

the world you wish to create?]

Ian smiled: “Of course.”

So he began to speak.

To those following spirits, he told a fairy tale about the future.

Yes.

In Terra, so-called fairy tales are often stories of long, long ago.

But what he was about to recount was a tale of the far-flung future.

Unlike most fairy tales—Ian’s future needed no oaths, no promises; he didn’t need to say ‘this is purely fictitious,’ because for him, it was a given.

He didn’t need to chase after what was beautiful.

Because what others considered beautiful was, to him, nothing more than what was to be expected.

It was a very deep, very peaceful sleep.

Ian had a beautiful dream.

And when he awoke, he noticed that the lost souls within him had become more cohesive, and the binding amongst them all the more stable—they were peacefully slumbering within the crystalline layer formed by the Silver Chip in front of his forehead, soundly asleep.

This was a good sign.

Beyond that, Ian discovered an anomaly.

To be precise, the Frost Butterfly had discovered an anomaly.

“Father—look, look!”

The Frost Butterfly, who finally got to fly out of Ian’s waist belt, flitted around in front of Ian’s eyes like a large moth, while Ian, rubbing his head and opening his eyes, looked around and realized several hours had passed, and it was approaching noon, with everything inside and outside the stronghold bathed in daylight.

The midday sunlight dispelled all shadows within Azure City as if those wailing lost souls and corpses had never existed.

Indeed, they were all gone, taken away by the Duke of Solin.

The sidelined Frost Butterfly: “(｡ì_í｡)”

Recalling this, Ian turned his head and looked at the puffed-up Frost Butterfly, the youth smiling and extending his hand to let the Little Fairy sit on it: “What is it, my cute little Frost Butterfly?

Has something unusual happened?”

“Look, look at my forehead!

There’s this really nice-looking mark!”

The Frost Butterfly quickly regained her spirits, joyfully pointing to her forehead.

Ian took a closer look and noticed a familiar vertical diamond-shaped mark there.

The mark was white, with a line in the center of each of its four edges extending slightly outward, and a circle in the middle, resembling a vertically oriented third eye.

This was the mark of ‘The King,’ or rather, a mark related to the powers of The King.

“Eh?”

Seeing this, Ian couldn’t help but utter a light exclamation, he rose with some solemnity, carefully examining the Frost Butterfly’s forehead, with a silver gleam flickering in his eyes: “Let me see what exactly is going on…”

At this moment, in his heart, he recalled the silver mist that appeared on the Frost Butterfly and echoed on Miles in the Foresight View.

Could this be it?

Is this the ‘boon’ that Frost Butterfly and Miles were going to receive?

[The Wraiths’ Offering]

[A gift from all the victims within the Avak Domain to those survivors and to those who fought against the aggressors]

[Induced and enhanced by a massive amount of emotions, it catalyzes Spirit Energy Power for those with Spirit Energy Potential, granting them a power of ‘The King’; for those without Spirit Energy Potential, it strengthens their latent Spirit Energy Potential]