Perfect Avatar-Chapter 250: Ragnarok: Misotheism

The girl concentrated intensely, and after letting out a small shout, a spark formed in her hand.

"Uh? It worked? It worked! It really worked!!! Did you see that?! It really was a magic spell!"

With a sparkle in her eye, the young elf looked to her mentor for approval.

The mentor looked at a nearby tree, freshly destroyed by a magical spell cast by a child at play.

"Deary... It’s cute, in every sense of the word."

The girl looked at her, a little perplexed, then put her hands on her face.

"...You mean I’m cute too?"

The mentor, with her arms crossed, unconsciously let her jaw fell. She looked above, then sighed with an amused face.

"Yes, deary, you are very cute, you are the embodiment of cuteness itself."

Her gaze fell on the young girl who was trembling with joy.

"But our species... is not adapted to cuteness."

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"I am the sin of eternal jealousy, so let me show you the full extent of my desires."

The Titans rose from the dead, their eyes glowing green.

This surreal scene completely shocked everyone. In the sky, on earth, the Titans filled everything the eyes could see.

Hands, claws or weapons of giants fell on everyone, time seemed to slow down, but it was not just an impression.

Freya unconsciously spread her arms, followed by a formation of magic circles all around the ground, then purple beams of energy burst out from the ground, ravaging the titans.

"...?"

The girl realized what she had just done, in the sky, a giant griffin rushed towards her, but Giudecca appeared on the left and destroyed the titan’s head with a rain of magic rays.

Lucca continued the action on the ground, slaloming around the regenerating Titans, her jaw tearing parts of the titans’ bodies.

This immediate reaction fueled the group who were on the verge of despair, this was war and the fate of the world depended on their victory.

At this time, everyone increased their aura and jumped into chaos. They were no longer emissaries, nor knights, nor peasants, nor nobles, they had to become monsters. Apophis scratched her cheek curiously.

"Hm? It’s fascinating, even like that, they don’t stop fighting? Humans are so incredible..."

Nefertari’s blades reached her neck, the Player’s head rolled onto Gaia’s back, but his body remained upright.

"Ah...I created all these targets, why are they still targeting me?"

Flesh began to grow back on the neck, but Baphomela leapt over it, tearing the body to pieces with a swipe of its claw.

"...So much hatred...Even though I only have love for you, my daughter."

Although she was deprived of a body, Apophis’ voice could still reach her.

"What the fuck do I have to do to kill you?!"

"You already did, my daughter, I just refused to die."

One of Marie’s puppet landed on Gaia, carrying Hope and Cid.

Cid charged up a ball of lightning and threw it at the regenerating flesh, Hope jumped over it, delivering a blow.

A flash of lightning spread, Hope rolled to the ground, a little troubled.

"...F...Damn, I shouldn’t have jumped so early."

"Don’t worry, pain is a curse and I can revoke it at any time."

Apophis appeared in perfect shape out of the cloud of smoke, pointing her hand at him.

"Ugh!"

The boy jumped back, but his body refused to jump. He looked at his feet in distress, realizing he was paralyzed.

"Why hurry? Didn’t you want to reach the top? Fight a legendary battle for bragging? There’s no better scene."

Cid and Nefertari rushed towards her, but a blinding light covered them.

"Eh?!"

"Tch..."

A terrible shock made them step back. They looked at the origin and were frightened by the sight of the most dazzling ghost in history.

"E...Elizabeth?" Cid trembled.

Elizabeth was on the field again, covered in a green aura this time.

"Young boy with a soul of Envy, don’t you want to see your sister again? Don’t you want to see all your dreams come true?"

Hope trembled in distress, the new Elizabeth gave him a sad smile before engaging in battle with Nefertari.

Apophis put her hands in prayer, watching the moon.

"Do you know the true infinity of this world? What if I told you that death is not a tragedy, but the door to a better reality?"

Apophis’ voice rang through everyone’s heads again.

"We are mere victims of a world with a God who abandoned us, we are not enemies. Players, avatars, humans, disasters, giants, origin beasts, even sins. We are all part of a giant canvas, we should never fall into despair, we should never lose our loved ones, but the painter of the canvas abandoned his masterpiece, and now a new entity has come to destroy it."

Giudecca pointed her gun at her, shooting fire that obliterated Apophis’ head, but the voice did not stop.

"I don’t hate anyone, because I know we are all victims. And unfortunately, our struggle will be in vain, even if one of us could win this war, no one could stop the one who destroys the canvas. It’s impossible to destroy someone who created you and your destiny. Yet..."

Marie landed nearby, one of her puppets fell on Hope, but immediately disintegrated, she formed a cannon on her left arm and fired at the Player, with the same results as with Giudecca.

"There is one way, one way to reach the truly good end...And that way is to become the one who paints the canvas."

She spread her arms, her eyes fixed on the purple eclipse, and in a calm voice, she hummed the song that played like a requiem in everyone’s heads.

"I gaze into the vast expanse, where starlight dances in the sky.

I sense a resting place for souls, where tranquil breezes sigh. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

At the brink of Styx’s stream, your path will be revealed.

Come, let us chant and sway.

We shall not be frightened of the Gods, watching as they gaze upon our suffering, in red

Smash thy land, damn your words in the burning blaze with no tears to shed, upon the scarlet sands"