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Chapter 423 - chapter 423 - "...I'll disappear for a while"

[The Hell Gate, Master]

For a long moment, Taufik remained still.

He stood alone above the shade of the Great tree, the winds of mana swirling around him like whispers from a forgotten world. The sky above twisted with unnatural hues, subtle streaks of crimson bleeding into violet, the telltale sign of a rupture not born from this reality.

A ripple in the fabric of existence.

Not from within the Earth… but from outside it.

He felt it.

That dreadful signal.

They were about to enter Earth.

Taufik didn't speak. He simply stared toward the horizon, where the atmosphere began to fracture like glass under pressure. It wasn't fear that stilled him. It was hesitation.

Not for himself, he feared nothing.

But for Earth. For humanity.

He wasn't sure they were ready.

The Hell Gate was about to open.

Then, without sound or forewarning, someone appeared beside him. A flicker of voidlight, and she stood there, tall, quiet, and powerful.

"...My lord." Erelythe.

The Titaness of Death, the Silent End, now dressed in something absurdly mundane, a flour-dusted apron over simple clothes, as if she'd only just left the kitchen. And yet, despite her gentle appearance, her eyes held memories of ancient wars, of screaming skies and demon hordes. She knew the truth behind this omen.

"...This..." she whispered, voice trembling, not from fear, but remembrance.

"You felt it too, Erelythe?" Taufik asked, not turning toward her.

"...I'll never forget it, my lord"

"I see." He finally faced her. "Tell me, do you think Earth could handle it? At its current level?"

Erelythe paused and then gave her answer without hesitation.

"With you here, my lord, we may survive. But all living beings... especially the humans… even after their advancements, even after your generosity and the System Replica, they are still too fragile. Demons... are on a different scale than the Beast Cracks. The humans struggled with those already. I don't think they'll survive this"

Her voice was calm, but resolute.

It was no doubt.

It was truth.

"...I see," Taufik repeated quietly, his tone heavy with buried emotion.

A gust of cold wind swept across the platform.

Then, his voice sharpened.

"Erelythe. Assemble everyone"

She froze. "...My lord, what do you intend to do?"

She already knew the answer. She hoped she was wrong, but she knew.

"You know they will not let you do this," she said, stepping forward. "Master... You are not a hero. You owe them nothing. You don't have to sacrifice yourself for a world that would never understand you"

He looked at her.

She was right. He wasn't a hero.

A hero fights for ideals. For strangers. For principle.

But Taufik?

Taufik rewrote time itself for one person.

He would burn down destiny for those he loved.

He was selfish. Ruthless. Unfit for sainthood.

But even so...

His eyes moved to the side, where his children stood, unaware of the storm to come.

And he smiled.

It was not the smile of a hero.

It was the smile of a father.

The smile of someone who had decided.

A smile that said: "I am ready to sacrifice myself"

Erelythe saw it, and she understood. No more questions were needed. No answers required.

That one smile carried the weight of a thousand unspoken promises.

And so, without another word, Erelythe bowed low…

… And left her lord in silence.

Taufik stood still, bathed in the strange, flickering light cast by the fracturing sky. Cracks of pale crimson and silver pulsed above him like the veins of a wounded world. His cloak fluttered in the rising wind, and his silhouette carved itself against the horizon... lonely, resolute.

He closed his eyes.

He needed a moment. Just a few minutes.

A moment not to think, not to plan, but simply to be. To gather the threads of his scattered thoughts, to steel his heart before the weight of what was to come pressed down fully.

"...How much time before it opens, System?" he asked quietly, as if afraid the wind might carry the answer before he could hear it.

[... It will fully open in approximately five hours]

"Five hours... That's more than enough," he murmured, voice low but steady.

[Master, there's more]

He didn't react, not even a twitch. He had anticipated this. If they came, then so too would their enemies.

"...Is it the Heaven Gate?"

[Yes, Master]

"..."

[Considering the nature of both camps, if the gates are open at the same time... the Endless War will begin anew. And if that happens-]

"...There will be no chance of survival. Which is all the more reason I have to do it," Taufik interrupted, his tone unshakable.

The wind howled louder now, as if echoing his resolve. He could feel the balance of existence shifting on its axis.

This wasn't just another invasion. It was a return, an echo of a war older than human memory.

And he… he was at the center of it all.

He opened his eyes, gazing far beyond the horizon where reality thinned and light bled unnaturally through the cracks. Yet behind him, he could still hear it, the laughter of his children, pure and innocent, floating across the field like sunlight.

They had no idea what was coming. And he wanted to keep it that way, for as long as he could.

So he stood there, unmoving. A father. A creator. A man who had rewritten history for selfish reasons, and was now prepared to stand alone against fate itself.

Waiting. Not for salvation.

But for everyone to arrive.

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After a few minutes of silence, they came.

His family.

They stood a short distance behind him, watching his back. But not the back of a god, not of an untouchable being shrouded in divine power. No, in their eyes, this was something far more familiar.

The back of a son.

A father.

A grandson.

A master.

A husband.

To the world, he might be something more, perhaps something monstrous or miraculous, but to them… he was simply Taufik.

Just Taufik.

And yet, even in that simplicity, there was something different now.

Something heavy.

The broad back they had leaned on for strength now seemed… distant. Solid as ever, yes, but with a stillness that whispered of loneliness. Like someone preparing to walk a path only he could tread.

Jenn, his first wife, was the first to speak, stepping forward gently.

"Dear… is something wrong?" she asked softly, the wind almost swallowing her words.

Taufik turned to face her.

And then, without a rush, he looked at them, really looked. One by one. Their eyes, their expressions, their presence. He didn't speak. Not yet. He still had five hours.

And he would make the most of it.

Taufik never liked small talk. He wasn't the type to speak just to fill the silence.

But this time… just this time, he would make the exception.

He smiled. And when his gaze met Erelythe, she met it with a silent nod, wordless, understanding, respectful.

'Good,' he thought.

"...Let's sit first," Taufik said finally, his voice gentle.

He turned and walked toward the base of the Great Tree, its enormous shadow stretching like an ancient guardian across the clearing. There was no urgency, just quiet intention. His family followed, still uncertain, but trusting.

They found themselves beneath the wide boughs of the tree, its leaves whispering softly above them.

Taufik leaned against the trunk and motioned for his children.

"Aksara, come here"

His eldest obeyed silently, taking a seat beside him. One by one, the others gathered as well, drawn in not by command, but by something deeper, something they couldn't explain.

He pulled them close. Held them there.

In that moment, time didn't stop… but it slowed. The weight of impending war, of Hell and Heaven Gates and Endless conflict, was still out there, but it could wait.

For now, he was not a god. Not a weapon. Not a legend.

Just Taufik.

A man with five hours left to love.

Taufik began with something simple... words. Not grand declarations or divine proclamations, but gentle questions, sincere curiosity, the kind only a man surrounded by his loved ones would ask.

At first, there was still a flicker of uncertainty in the air, curiosity, maybe even worry. They could all sense something was different about today, something unspoken. But slowly, as minutes passed and the shadows of the Great Tree shifted with the golden sun, that uncertainty faded.

Laughter began to fill the space.

Warmth bloomed.

Jokes flew back and forth, some old, some terrible, some remembered from a time when the children were still small. Curiosity gave way to comfort. Unease surrendered to togetherness. No one questioned why Taufik had gathered them all like this. Maybe deep down, they already knew. But it didn't matter.

He had five hours.

And if he truly wanted, he could have frozen time, paused the flow of reality with a flick of his will. But he didn't. Not because he couldn't. But because doing so would have made this moment less real. It would have dulled his resolve, given room for hesitation. And Taufik had no room left for doubt.

So, they kept talking. They shared four uninterrupted hours of conversation and connection.

No titles, no power, no system.

Just Taufik.

And in that time, he watched them all: Aksara, stoic and watchful; Jenn, his first wife, always able to see through him; the younger ones, full of energy, curling close to him like they used to.

Even Erelythe, silent and still, watched with something almost fragile in her gaze. She hadn't said a word all this time, and Taufik was grateful. She understood.

But now… something shifted.

Taufik felt it first. The System, which had been respectfully quiet all this time, pulsed in his mind, an alert he didn't need to hear spelled out. He could feel it in the air. The sky beyond the leaves of the Great Tree was beginning to ripple. The fabric of the world was stirring.

Erelythe tensed. Not visibly. Her posture was perfect, unmoving, but Taufik felt the change. Like a blade being drawn from its scabbard.

He knew what it meant.

It was time.

He drew in a long breath, deep and slow.

That simple action caught their attention. One by one, his family turned toward him, conversations halting, laughter falling quiet.

Taufik smiled.

A soft, sad smile.

He looked at each of them in turn, memorizing their faces like he was imprinting them onto his soul. He held the silence for a heartbeat longer. Then, gently, he spoke.

"...I'll disappear for a while"

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