Why do you resort to violence at the slightest disagreement

Lynn's fist slowly clenched, emitting a cracking sound.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes constantly weaving blinding glares.

Although he was still relatively unfamiliar with the control of the rules, how could he possibly not see the actions those gods took on the King of Secret Source.

But… But…

The King of Secret Source gasped for breath.

Taking advantage of Lynn weakening some of the marks the gods set in his body, the rare moments of clarity, he strained to use his own power.

In no time.

His body, under the influence of the Secret Source, slowly shrank.

Finally, it transformed into a long-eared elf-like figure, sitting cross-legged on the ground with difficulty, and the chains rooted in his back also shrank with him.

"Sit with me for a while."

The King of Secret Source gasped, then forced a pale smile upon his face.

"I feel like I'm dreaming to see you again after that divine battle."

Lynn remained silent.

He slowly descended from mid-air, standing before him.

But his eyes still flickered with the divine light of the Secret Source, his gaze fixed on the King of Secret Source, observing his root source.

"The one who attacked you is the God of Order," Lynn declared in a gloomy tone.

The King of Secret Source laughed, "Yes, so sometimes I do feel quite helpless. I struggled for so long, and in the end, I still could not escape that old lady’s palm, correct, just like the monkey you mentioned."

"No matter how hard you try, you can't escape from the palm of the Buddha."

He lowered his head, shook it, and conjured a spirit of strong liquor, pouring it into his mouth.

Drops of alcohol trickled down his chin and fell onto the ground, quickly forming into faint lights of Secret Source and disappearing.

He raised his head and lamented:

"You've gone through my memories, haven't you?"

Lynn remained silent.

He looked up to the sky and said, “Actually, I'm quite happy to have met you thousands of years ago, Lynn. Even though you're a fool, sometimes being too smart can prevent you from accomplishing certain things. Like me, I have lived wisely for ten thousand years, yet I don't know why I'm still alive."

He shook his head, somewhat self-mocking.

Lynn accused, "Don't beat about the bush and scold me. If you weren't foolish, would you have followed me to battle the god?"

The King of Secret Source chuckled, covering his face, and replied somewhat despondently:

"Of course, even the smartest people sometimes want to play the fool."

The two of them stopped talking.

Under the vast night sky.

On a deserted street.

One man drowning in his drink, another sitting quietly.

Lynn broke the silence after a long time, "I've been observing your source, I think I can save you."

The King of Secret Source smiled ruefully: "I’ve had enough of living, you cannot save me."

Lynn raised his head and said, "The God of Order set up two layers of prohibitions inside you. The first layer continuously absorbs your Secret Source, inflicting immense pain on your spirit, forcing you to admit your guilt and imprison your ego here."

"The second layer is exactly like you said, he meddled with your source, transforming you into a form of existence that resists the Secret Source."

The King of Secret Source drank in silence, one cup following the next.

Lynn stared deeply at him and said, “This is indeed a one-way change. I can't let you trace back to the source at the level of the law, but I can give you a new life in another way.”

The King of Secret Source was silent for a moment and asked, “How will I be reborn?”

Lynn took a deep breath and said,

“Totally abandon Secret Source, adapt to his transformation of you, and then...”

“Walk the path of order.”

The wind suddenly blew.

The King of Secret Source fell silent.

He could fully understand Lynn's meaning. The God of Order changed his form of existence, using the law of order, making his source become a contradictory body intertwined with Secret Source and the rule of order.

And it is this kind of contradictory body that threw him into suffering for a long time.

And what Lynn wanted to do was to strip off one of them and make him adapt to another one.

If done properly, after totally discarding the Secret Source, he could indeed be reborn in another way, return in the form of the King of Order...

But......

He took a deep breath and smiled tiredly:

“Lynn, I’m tired, really tired.”

“I was born in Secret Source, Secret Source is equivalent to my parents, if I abandon Secret Source, who created me, just to survive. It is as if I am denying everything about myself."

“And also...” he laughed at himself,

“If I truly accept the law of order as my source, I will be living under the shadow of the God of Order for my life. This, to me, is even worse than the pain I am suffering now, do you understand?”

Lynn was silent, “But you once told me, you wished to see a world without gods, you said how beautiful that world would be.”

The King of Secret Source looked up at the stars in the sky.

“Yes, but we failed, didn’t we?”

Lynn calmly said: “So, let's win it back.”

The King of Secret Source smiled bitterly and shook his head, “I'm sorry, Lynn, I'm really too tired...”

Before he could finish speaking,

Lynn kicked him to the ground, without any hesitation, and started to fight him fiercely.

Smack--

Smack--

Smack--

“Lynn, what are you doing? Why you beat people up out of nowhere?!!!”

Lynn(▼皿▼#) said: “Frick, I've been humoring you all this time, but you keep giving me negative energy. It's seriously pissing me off. Look at how I’m going to beat you up today!"

Lynn rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stool from the side, and began a fierce beating.

The King of Secret Source covered his head, feeling furious, “Stop! Stop, you are the former Great Lord of Violet, and I am the King of Secret Source, how can you beat people like a street thug!”

Lynn retaliated(艹皿艹): “Today I will beat you, can't you just give me a straightforward answer? Today I will beat you until you can’t even recognize your mother!”

“Hurt—Stop! Stop it!”

With a flurry of strikes,

He kept hitting him for more than ten minutes.

The King of Secret Source sat humiliated in a corner, holding his head, his clothes disheveled. A tear gleamed in the corner of his eye, a blend of humiliation and anger.

"This is too much; they actually hit me for more than ten minutes. If your wife Blue Dragon was still alive, I'd tell her about your bullying!"

Lynn took a deep breath, flexed his wrist, lit a cigarette, and spoke calmly:

"Just sit here and wait for my return. You've been suffering for a thousand years. I presume you wouldn't mind another ten minutes. I'll give you a new life when I return."

Saying this, Lynn turned around.

A surge of rolling dark energy instantly rose up and down his body.

An incredibly intimidating dark power lingered around his entire body.

"It has been a while since I used this identity."

He murmured, clenching his fist.

In a flash.

With a swish.

Massive black wings sprouted from his back, and devilish horns sprouted from his head. The horrifying aura shook the surrounding space.

Lynn exhales deeply, the demonic energy filling his body.

On seeing this, the King of Secret Source shuddered exclaiming:

"This... this is..."

Because he recognized Lynn's current appearance.

The first demonic monarch of the Abyss!

The very demon king, who had been dormant in the depths of the Abyss!!!

Lynn looked down at his claws and casually said, "Oh, this is just a pseudonym I use when I'm dabbling in Abyssal power. Others call me Lucifer, consider this my most powerful combat form."

The King of Secret Source's eyes shook as he pointed at him and said, "Wait!! You mean, that Demon King; he is you?! He's just a pseudonym you use?!!"

"Then that bastard who chased me through hundreds of dimensions, exhausting my entire fortune while I was on holiday in the Abyss fifteen hundred years ago... that very asshole was also you?"