Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1575 - 91: Ends Everywhere

Holan was momentarily stunned, memories of the Western Continent slowly awakening within him. He furrowed his brow, looking down at the heartbeat emanating from the chaotic matter below, murmuring in disbelief,

"God of Unconsciousness, God of Destiny, The Ultimate of All Things... He Ya?"

Indeed, he who once believed in the Death Cult knew well the legend of this divine being.

Legend has it that this goddess has ten thousand hearts, each beating to a rhythm completely different from the others. These heartbeats are not only proof of Her existence but also the death knell. When the heartbeats become synchronized, She will appear to bestow death upon all living creatures.

"Yes! Exactly! We are now directly above the slumbering He Ya, where the Sea of Chaos once sealed Her... Boy, just wait a little longer, and the Death God will awaken, then what is missing in us will be restored... We can finally die."

Solomon looked at Holan with extreme excitement, then hurried in front of Holan, placing his hands on Holan’s shoulders and continued,

"I can feel it; you suffer just like me, right? Outsiders don’t understand us, thinking that losing death granted us eternal life. They don’t know what this truly means...

"They don’t know that everything about us was frozen the moment death was taken away. Our hearts were firmly stuck in that moment, unable to embrace anything new, left only to watch as those few remaining things in our hearts died one by one over time, leaving us with nothing..."

Solomon painfully covered his face, the pungent stench of corpses from the bandages wrapping him instantly bringing Holan back to days rolling amidst piles of corpses.

Of course, he understood what Solomon meant by that feeling.

Being deprived of death seemed like a blessing, but in reality, it was an unmistakable curse.

Just as Solomon said, their hearts, eternally immortal from the moment death was taken away, could no longer embrace any change.

Every new person Holan met, every presence in his eyes was no longer a "being" but a dead thing. He could no longer feel anything from anyone or anything.

Like an ordinary person going to Schwali to enjoy a new dessert, which should be a delightful taste, yet for them, they couldn’t taste this new flavor at all, leaving their taste buds empty, just like their inner world.

Like a genteel gentleman meeting a beautiful lady at Saint Nali, which should be a memorable encounter, a spark of romance. Yet for them, such love was like withered flowers, the lady holding it a walking piece of rotting flesh.

Except for feelings already experienced and subjects that evoked those feelings, any chance to generate new feelings was stripped away with their loss of death, "frozen" on the day of loss.

Yet, in this world, only the two of them were frozen, lacking the ultimate.

So, when Holan watched helplessly as his childhood sweetheart was beaten to death by her husband, and when he saw his childhood homeland slaughtered by artillery and soldiers, razed to the ground, all his feelings had died, no new life could ever emerge.

And when Solomon’s empire perished in internal strife, his concubines, his children, and their bloodlines vanished in history, all that was left in his heart was killed, leaving only this moving corpse.

Ant-like humans always fantasize about "eternal stillness," yet fail to realize that death is the "finite movement."

As people imagine abandoning their movement for "eternal life," they simultaneously wish for everything they gain to continuously grow with movement, yet for humans, this is always impossible.

Thus, this mismatch between movement and stillness is the true absurdity in this illusion called "eternal life," and the real source of these two Undying’s longing for death.

"Just wait a little longer, boy, a few more minutes, and the He Ya Goddess will fully awaken, and then we will get what we have longed for..."

"..."

At that moment, perhaps Holan fell into hesitation as Fisher’s promise, the true purpose of his visit, lay before him. He just needed to wait for a few minutes...

But in the next second, he sighed, flicking the nearly extinguished cigarette from his mouth to the side, addressing Solomon in front of him,

"When you died, cigarettes hadn’t been invented yet, old ghost?"

"Wh..."

In the next second, he suddenly lifted the gun, shoving it into Solomon’s mouth. With a bang, Solomon’s head exploded and fell to the ground.

Yet Holan didn’t hesitate for a moment, quickly turning to run to the door he came from, trying to close it behind him.

"You bastard!! If you don’t want to die, don’t drag me into it, don’t spoil my plans!!"

The door was indeed illusory; Holan didn’t know how to close it. Reaching to grab it, his hand passed right through the doorframe, entering the Dynasty. At the same time, behind him, Solomon, realizing Holan’s intent to close the door, was completely enraged. Shouting furiously, he raised the Scepter, ramming it into the Death Lord’s head, pinning him firmly on the chaotic matter.