Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 25: Ruler of Mimickers [1]

'Where am I?'

Akamir wondered as his vision slowly cleared up.

He couldn't feel the pain from all the wounds he got from those monsters.

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...All he felt was a sense of emptiness.

'Yeah, memories.....'

Akamir remembered what happened before.

'I used the ability to copy Artifacts.'

Akamir looked down where he stood.

...Only to find himself in the sea of blood reflecting his face.

'....'

He looked forward where ruins stretched endlessly.

Bodies were everywhere... some half-buried in rubble, others sprawled in twisted positions.

Men, women... children.

No matter where he looked, the only thing he saw was the endless corpses in the sea of blood.

Akamir took a step forward, the blood rippling beneath his feet.

The world felt hollow, like a dream that had rotted into a nightmare.

"This... isn't real," Akamir muttered, but his voice was swallowed by the silence.

He kept walking.

The faces stared at him with their empty, wide eyes, frozen in terror.

His footsteps led him to the center of the carnage, where the crimson waters stilled into a mirror.

'That's....'

Akamir's gaze landed on the woman holding the sword.

She knelt on the sea of blood, panting heavily.

'....Nayomi?'

Her hair matted with blood, her arms trembling as she clutched the blade.

Her white dress was torn, soaked in red, and her eyes...

Akamir couldn't tell—was it grief? Rage? Despair?

He was unsure.

Nayomi raised her sword up, pointing it toward a grand set of stairs leading to a throne.

At the top of the stairs sat a figure cloaked in black dress.

The figure had long lavender hair, golden eyes, and a confident, almost smug expression.

He had horns like a crown of delicate, branching antlers adorned with beads, giving him an ethereal aura.

Akamir instinctively knew who he was.

'...Wraith King.'

Nayomi's lips parted to speak, but Akamir couldn't hear anything.

But he vividly felt it.

....The endless rage that Nayomi was emitting.

Her body blurred as she rushed to attack him.

But—.

All it took was one simple sweep of Wraith King's hand to push her back.

Akamir followed Nayomi's flying body that flew away like a stringless kite.

He blinked.

The scenery changed as if time had wrapped around him.

Now...

....Nayomi lay on the ground, barely breathing.

Tears trickled down her eyes as she looked at the sky.

'...What is happening?'

But what loomed over her wasn't the Wraith King but.... people with bright shining armors.

....Those beings, they all looked like heroes of the past era.

'...No way.'

A thought flashed past Akamir's mind.

'Are they the students that were summoned along with her?'

Akamir couldn't see their faces, nor could he hear what they were saying.

But he could tell...

....They were almost twenty of them, and all of them condemned her.... mocked her.

Slowly, they moved and looked in Akamir's direction.

Akamir quickly noticed that they weren't staring at him but at someone behind.

He slowly stepped aside as he noticed someone.

It was a lady wearing a black dress along with a veil that covered her entire face.

She stood perfectly still, as if untouched by the chaos around her.

The blood didn't cling to her dress.

The smoke curled away from her, unwilling to soil her presence.

Akamir couldn't explain it, but a cold pressure built behind his eyes.

His instincts screamed at him to run, but he remained still, looking at her.

'... It's her.'

He thought as the lady started to walk towards Nayomi.

'Goddess Morana.'

She walked towards Nayomi's crumbling body before she stood over her.

Once again, Akamir couldn't hear what the goddess was saying.

But it couldn't be anything pleasant as Nayomi's face twisted in rage.

After talking for a while, the woman extended her hand towards Nayomi.

'Was she giving her another chance?'

Akamir wondered, looking as the scene unfolded in front of him.

Time passed slowly as Nayomi kept on staring at the goddess' hand.

Slowly, she raised her hand as if to grab it.

Only to flip a middle finger at the goddess' face.

This time Akamir could read the way Nayomi's lips slowly moved.

"Fuck you, wannabe goddess."

As soon as Nayomi said that, her body began to emit a blinding light.

And—.

In the next instant, she exploded.

The explosion rippled through the sea of blood like a sun igniting within a nightmare.

Akamir staggered back, shielding his face from the searing light.

When the light faded, there was nothing left of her except a small white cluster of energy.

The cluster which slowly merged with a crown.

The same crown which slowly floated towards Akamir.

It hovered before him, the crown gleaming unnaturally.

A message flickered in front of Akamir's eyes.

[The Hollow Crown of Extinction has chosen you as its host.]

[Would you like to accept it?]

[Yes/no]

"..."

Akamir slowly read the message before he looked back at the crown.

'It's choosing me?'

Akamir couldn't understand why.

Why would it choose him all of a sudden?

For an instant, the thought of rejecting the crown filled his mind.

"NO!!"

A sudden scream rang throughout the broken place.

Before Akamir could react, a hand reached out grabbing his throat.

BOOM!!

Pain flooded Akamir's mind as his body hit a broken pillar.

He coughed violently as he felt someone squeezing his throat.

"What did you do, you damn mortal!?"

A guttural scream made Akamir look at the enraged woman holding his throat.

"What have you done to my crown!!!"

Nayomi yelled, her sky blue eyes shrinking to the size of a needle.

'What is she doing!?'

Akamir screamed in his mind, trying to break free from her grip.

She held him so tight that he felt like his neck was cracking.

"Undo it!!"

Nayomi yelled, pushing his head further into the broken pillar.

"Whatever you did to the crown, remove it!!"

Akamir stared at the woman who was clearly panicking.

When his mind calmed down a little, Akamir noticed it.

She wasn't just mad about the crown.

...She was terrified of what he had done.

"...How strange."

He choked those words out of his mouth, his lips curling up.

"If you are this strong, can't you do it yourself?"

Nayomi's face contorted in rage as she glared at him.

"I see." Akamir grunted, still smiling at her. "....You can't do it."

"I don't need your damn body anymore!!!"

Nayomi yelled as she tightened her grip on his throat even more.

"Just die! Die!!"

Akamir smiled as he slowly raised his hand towards the crown.

The crown began to float towards him in an instant.

And—.

As soon as it touched his fingers.

The reality shattered.

Akamir gasped, flinging himself upright—chest heaving, sweat clinging to his skin.

But there was no sea of blood.

No corpses.

He looked around the place, finding himself back in the same pit he was before.

But—.

There were no monsters around him.

Akamir looked down at his chest.

'Hm?'

Only to find a crimson thread moving out of his chest.

He followed the thread until he found her sitting in the corner.

"Wait, wait, how did this happen!?"

Nayomi's trembling voice echoed in the silence.

Slowly, her panicked eyes met with his.

"....What have you done?"