Re:write The Authors Transmigration-Chapter 316: Conquest Over Charity [4]

Famine. Conquest. War. Death.

These forces didn’t emerge in a straightforward sequence; they burst forth from chaos, where mortals, driven by instinct, clawed for survival with trembling hands.

Famine was the first to rise—not a mere harbinger of doom, but a haunting whisper in the belly, an insatiable hunger born from the Earth’s desolate silence. It wasn’t malice that forged her, but a fierce will to endure. Yet, from that primal hunger sprouted the relentless tendrils of greed, and from greed flowed decay.

Then came Conquest, not shackled by chains but crowned upon a throne of ambition. She wielded power equal to War, yet possessed a cunning wit that set her apart. She didn’t roar; she grinned. It was Conquest, with a maestro’s touch, who drew the first blade—not out of fury, but through cold strategy, carving out realms where none had dared to tread.

And from the ashes of Conquest’s ambitions, War exploded onto the scene—an insatiable, thunderous beast with no master but chaos itself. He didn’t utter a word; he simply devoured everything in his path.

Finally, in the turmoil’s wake, Death materialized—not as a dark villain, but as the ultimate inevitability. Called forth by desperation, summoned through swords and the cries of the starving.

These weren’t merely four entities; they were a grand symphony of destruction—each a resonant note in the funeral march of crumbling empires. Their story was bound together in a thrilling, cataclysmic dance, forging the fate of worlds!

[System: Due to the death of two Arch-angels, the land has grown corrupt in the presence of the Four Knights.

Alert: You’ve returned to your origin! The [Crossbow of Conquest] had been replaced with the [Crown of Conquest]

Outcome: The land thats been graced by your presence has been corrupted. You’ve gained excess Demonic energy from the victorious triumph of your fellow knights. The [Crown of Conquest] had taken effect upon meeting their condition]

"You there make a mockery of the dead!"

Michael fires a beam of holy light purging the conquered corpse of his fallen legion, yet it proves to be meaningless. He felt the ever-growing rise of demonic energy, his authority weakening, his recovery slowing, as if the light he carried was deteriorating. His foe stood in place, taunting him to strike, as the ephemeral existence felt relaxed, as the odds of dying were non-existent.

"Come, try and kill me, I shall gladly meet your blade. As if that can kill me. My victory is already secured-" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Although Michael was hesitant about whether it was a trap, he spared no second and swung his blade. A trap was nowhere to be found, the being known as Conquest scatters in thick demonic ashes upon meeting the blade of her foe. Yet her presence remained, in Michael’s acts of cutting her down, a thick cloud of demonic energy burst forth.

"What is this!!?"

Michael was shocked, his attack connected yet her presence remains, and in her fall demonic energy rises in turn

"Have you yet to realize? I can’t die... as long as this war remains ongoing I’ll remain alive. That is my empowered origin’s effect after my side had tipped the scales,"

As Quon reappeared at Michael’s rear he swung his blade again and again as each death granted the rise in demonic energy. The Archangel himself refused to believe such proclamations and continued culling away at his unkillable foe. Yet what she had spoken was the absolute truth; Famine, Conquest, War, and Death were no more than concepts. They weren’t living beings and they were bound to be the cause of the finale of this godless world. The reason why they were vulnerable in the first place was due to the presence of these Archangels.

"What’s wrong? You look like you’ve run out of breath. Have you finally reached your breaking point after all this time?"

Just as her body was sliced apart, she manifested before him once again, as the angel’s legs surrendered in fatigue. The only thing keeping him from collapsing to the ground was the sword he used to support his weight. The Knight of Conquest harnessed the cloud of demonic energy and crafted a castle of darkness while she stood before the throne

"Conquest is what I’m called, but I don’t see myself as a ruler. This crown, this authority, even my existence, is borrowed. Only my master is supreme,"

The crown that lay in the empty throne was relinquished by her right hand, and once worn atop her head, it burst. The once-empty corridors were filled with hundreds of undead soldiers, each equipped with their own Crossbow of Conquest. Michael stood frozen in fear, knowing that his odds of surviving were non-existent, and his mindless slaughter only sped up the process.

’Unlike Kyo Min Soo or Blake Belfast, I have no means of internal conflicts; I knew my mind well enough. I’d share my sorrow to appease my anger, I resolve my grudges, kill my enemies, and sharpen my ability. Meaningless to say, I was my master’s ideal tool, yet my efficiency led me to be anti-social, in our small compact group. I was strong on my own, yet my worth became less in situations where my freedom was hindered by my own team. Unlike before I fully trusted them, I didn’t hinder their movements and with entrusting my life, victory was secured,’

"Conquest began as a lone hunter—silent, relentless. But with every victory, it rose higher, turning allies and enemies alike into stepping stones. What was once a pursuit became an empire. And now, it commands legions armed with the very weapons it once carried alone."

Quon raised her right hand signaling every soldier in her reign to ready their aim, and upon release, they fired. Hundreds of bolts came flying in mere seconds, having no room, no hesitation, and no mercy, this volley had enacted. The brutality it caused was so destructive that she had never heard the cries of her enemy, thus eliminating Michael.

"Although I can’t be perfect. Even if I have weaknesses... I have some trustworthy acquaintances who fill the gap," Quon uttered as she called off the castle, and stood before the crater of her fallen adversary.

"That’s true unity. Not the kind that you’ve forcefully enslaved the souls in your sword. That’s the reason why you lost..." She walks away from the crater as she summons her steed once again and follows the malicious aura of her master. "And why did I win"