Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 668: The Crowning of All Races

The Divine Domain, an ability attainable by Origin Level 1 transcendent beings through extensive experience and self-enlightenment, served to actualize one's essence into a world law. Those who mastered the Divine Domain could ascend to the ranks of deities.

Roel, having endured numerous arduous conflicts, possessed an understanding of his Divine Domain, yet its conceptualization remained elusive, as his ascent to Origin Level 1 was recent. However, witnessing Artasia's extraordinary feat and absorbing a fragment of the Savior's might enabled him to surmount this obstacle.

Myriad lights emanated from Roel's form, piercing the profound darkness. These luminous streams infiltrated the swirling temporal currents, rapidly degrading the Savior's constructed worlds. Simultaneously, a multitude of indistinct figures began to materialize within the gloom.

The world underwent a transformation; time itself began to recede. The System's announcement divulged the designation of Roel's Divine Domain: the Path of Justice.

The Savior, startled, lifted his gaze, a dawning realization striking him—Roel's Divine Domain also bore a connection to time. "I comprehend. This explains your presence here. But to what end? Your abilities are confined to self-preservation. You possess no capacity to unsettle my Divine Domain."

"To unsettle your Divine Domain? Nay, my domain does not aim to manipulate time. It seeks to inherit it," Roel declared.

As the spectral figures multiplied, Roel extended his hand, bringing the ceaseless flow of time to an abrupt standstill. These indistinct forms instantly solidified; some were visages familiar to Roel, while others were strangers.

He discerned the youthful Ro, the stern Winstor, and the unyielding yet principled Carolyn. These apparitions, all forebears of the Kingmaker Clan, congregated around Roel. Their forms appeared to be wrought from concentrated firelight, akin to ancient lanterns illuminating the annals of history.

These were the valiant warriors of the Kingmaker Clan, who had waged war against malevolence from antiquity to the present. They had stood as humanity's steadfast protectors across epochs. Their eyes, burning like embers, were passed down through generations, a testament to their enduring will, much like a sacred torch.

Yet, observing this spectacle, the Savior let loose a mocking laughter.

"This is your Divine Domain? You believe you can vanquish me by marshaling your clan's collective strength? How utterly absurd. What significant impact can a contingent of ignoble souls possibly achieve?"

"The banner of justice summons every valiant warrior. We are merely the vanguard," Roel countered.

"What?" The Savior's brow furrowed.

Thunderous roars reverberated throughout the cosmos as Dragons soared overhead. Audacious battle cries pierced the air as the Giants of the Sundown Plains emerged across the fabric of space-time. The High Elves, the Dwarves, the Angels, the Sacred Beasts, and other races materialized in succession, converging around Roel.

Those who harbored justice within their hearts had emerged from the vast river of time to congregate in this place as luminous points. Though few in number initially, they swiftly transformed the heavens into a constellation, evolving into a celestial current amidst the encroaching darkness.

The Savior found himself utterly incapable of further influencing the passage of time.

The Savior’s gaze swept over the constellations surrounding him, his expression undergoing a gradual shift.

A faint silhouette began to materialize behind Roel. It was the progenitor of the Kingmaker Clan, and also the Mother of All Life—Sia.

"No!" The Savior, struck by utter horror at Sia's appearance, immediately unleashed a potent surge of luminescence.

Roel raised his hand, and the assembled hundred Kingmakers offered the very flame of their existence as guiding lights to illuminate the path forward. The stars within the darkness, personifications of heroic spirits spanning space-time, twinkled with their utmost intensity, obstructing the Savior's actions.

All these converging lights coalesced above Roel's head, forming the semblance of a majestic crown.

Behind Roel, Sia opened her benevolent eyes, bearing witness to the solemn decision made by her descendants.

For the first time in countless millennia, dating back to the era of the Genesis Goddess Sia, the world had collectively chosen a Sovereign of All Races. He was thusly crowned, under the silent observation of the stars, his ascension blessed by the valiant spirits of ages past.

The inheritor of Sia's legacy had finally arrived.

The Savior descended into a state of utter frenzy. Once the coronation was finalized, Sia's reserved power for her chosen inheritor would be transferred to its rightful owner; this very power was intrinsically linked to the Savior himself. Facing imminent annihilation, the Savior renounced his humanoid guise, embarking on one final, desperate struggle.

Bathed in the ethereal starlight, Roel opened his eyes, directing his gaze at the radiant solar incarnation and the monstrous entity veiled in brilliant light. His eyes, devoid of apprehension, instead conveyed profound pity, for he had perceived the very essence of the Savior's being.

The Savior's true form was a monstrous manifestation born from the excessive vitality of Sia's soul. Potentially due to his origin from sheer power, he sought to dominate and stratify the world through its very application.

"How grotesquely distorted. Is this the true nature you possess?"

"Silence your insolent tongue!" the colossal leviathan bellowed.

With an incandescent flash, the Savior propelled himself directly towards Roel.

Roel observed the oncoming onslaught with an unflinching gaze. He raised his hand, and the swirling vortex of time accelerated. The Savior's immense form became instantaneously ensnared, rendered immobile.

“You bear far too many transgressions. The demise of countless souls rests upon your shoulders. It is time for you to face retribution.”

The surrounding environment warped under the accelerated passage of time. At the culmination of this temporal vortex lay the fading horizon of the primordial world. A profound chime echoed through the void, a cleansing resonance marking the conclusion of the Savior’s existence.

“The hour of judgment has arrived. We shall not cross paths again, ‘Savior’.”

“No!”

Within the Savior’s anguished cry, the swirling currents of time assaulted His form, causing it to fracture and disintegrate into fragments. These remnants dispersed into the primordial expanse, rejoining the chaos.

The obscured horizon dissolved, and the temporal spiral gradually subsided. The celestial river completed Roel’s Crowning, returning the Savior’s divine power to its rightful lineage.

A protracted conflict, stretching across innumerable years, had finally reached its end.

…

Within the darkness, a sun-like luminescence flowed into Roel’s being as the spectral figures behind him faded one by one.

With a respectful bow, Roel bid farewell to his progenitors, the former custodians of the world, as they retreated into their everlasting slumber. The stars overhead streaked past, bestowing their final benedictions before vanishing.

The swirling void calmed as the Savior’s Divine Domain dissolved, and the disrupted laws of reality slowly realigned. As time recommenced its steady progression, Roel perceived two familiar energies approaching and opened his eyes.

Light flooded his vision. He found himself in a secluded dimension, where two women stood before him.

“Father!” The woman beside Artasia expressed her profound relief upon seeing Roel alive.

“Yes, I am here,” Roel responded with a reassuring smile.

Concurrently, Artasia assessed Roel’s physical state before exhaling a breath of relief. “It appears our intervention was not required after all.”

“Indeed, it is thanks to your aid that I managed to overcome the Savior. Everything has concluded,” Roel stated with a gentle smile.

“…” Both Artasia and the other woman fell into a reflective silence, recalling the immense difficulties they had endured.

Roel shared in their introspection.

For millennia, the Savior had posed one of humanity’s most significant existential threats. His demise signified that the millions of corrupted beings inhabiting Tark Prairie would cease to be a menace. Humanity would no longer live under his pervasive dread.

The fallen heroes from the Kingmaker Clan, the Tripartite Alliance, and the Twilight Sages Assembly could finally find their peace.

A new epoch was dawning.

Roel drew a deep breath, gathering his composure. Gazing at the two young women, he had to acknowledge certain realities, including their identities and the fact that he had been borne by his own daughters.

Although it appeared he had defeated the Savior through his own might, the awakening of his Divine Domain was initiated by Artasia’s absorption of the Savior’s mana. Without that pivotal moment, it remained uncertain if he could have ultimately triumphed over the Savior.

However, before delving further, one matter required clarification.

“This realm exists outside the bounds of causality, therefore… may I know your name now?” Roel gently inquired of the dark-haired, golden-eyed maiden standing beside the Witch Queen.

The women nodded. “Father, my name is Natasia Ascart.”

“Natasia? That is a beautiful name. Did I bestow it upon you?”

“No, Mother gave me my name. In truth, we have never encountered you before.”

“Ah…” Roel’s voice trailed off.

“I mentioned it earlier,” Artasia replied, averting her gaze as she elaborated, “You perished in battle before our births, so we have never met you.”

“I understand… My apologies.”

“No, it is not Father’s fault. It is because of the Savior…” Natasia earnestly gestured, subsequently recounting their shared experiences.

Through their narratives, Roel gained insight into the original predetermined future of this world.

As Natasia explained, in the timeline where they had not intervened, Roel had succeeded in seizing Sia’s Scepter from the Savior during that battle, but he could not fully harness its potent energies. Instead, the two infants within Lilian’s womb reacted to its power.

Perceiving this, the Savior identified the two infants as His paramount threat and pursued them directly. To safeguard Lilian and their unborn children, Roel engaged the Savior in a desperate, life-or-death confrontation.

The fierce combat raged for several days.

Roel ultimately fell in the clash, yet the Savior suffered grievous wounds and was compelled to retreat temporarily into the Abyss.

In the subsequent years, Lilian and her allies led humanity’s resistance against the Fallens. However, everything changed with the Savior’s eventual resurgence. Roel’s companions perished one after another on the front lines. In the end, even Lilian was lost to them.

Nevertheless, their sacrifices were not in vain.

During the years they bravely held the line, Artasia and Natasia managed to absorb the inherent mana within Sia’s Scepter. While insufficient to vanquish the Savior, it granted them the ability to resist Him. With this newfound strength, humanity’s dire situation finally began to stabilize.

“So, you traveled back in time with the sole purpose of eliminating the Savior permanently?” Roel inquired.

“Hm? No, our objective in returning was to save Father and Mother,” Natasia clarified.

“Ah?” Roel expressed surprise, but his gaze soon intensified with emotion. He felt a profound sense of shame.

The future Natasia described was one Roel would never experience, yet it was their lived reality. Their parents' demise was merely a narrative to Roel, but it had constituted the most terrifying nightmare for them.

Roel was deeply remorseful for his inability to comprehend the depth of his children's suffering.

“We desire retribution, but our greater wish is to prevent Father and Mother from perishing. Actually, we retain some recollections of you from Sia’s Scepter. Occasionally, we also dreamt of you. In those dreams, you invariably urged us to flee and never return… Those were likely your final words to Mother.”

“…I regret not being able to be with you.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Father. You did everything you could. It is because of you that we survived and are now reunited with you. Incidentally, it was Big Sister who conceived this plan,” Natasia mentioned.

“Artasia, it was you who proposed this entire scheme?” Roel questioned, turning to Artasia with surprise.

He had never imagined that the originator of this plan wasn't the seemingly innocent Natasia, but rather Artasia. Under Roel’s piercing gaze, the Witch Queen shifted uncomfortably.

Natasia nodded, elaborating further. “Mmhm! Only Big Sister’s unique abilities could fundamentally alter the past. She was the one who suggested saving Father. Unlike me, she remembers more about you and holds a greater liking for you–”

“!” Artasia swiftly cast a Silence spell upon Natasia, without the slightest hesitation.

Natasia’s eyes widened in sheer indignation. Roel stood utterly dumbfounded.

“Natasia, you have revealed far too much,” Artasia admonished, glaring at her sister with a flushed face.

“Wu! Mmmm…” Natasia, realizing her slip of the tongue, quickly nodded in agreement.

Roel paused for a moment before venturing, “Regarding that matter, Artasia, could it be that…”

“Do not utter a single word, my hero!”

“Ah? No, I-I was merely…”

“Let us be perfectly clear. In this world, I am not your daughter, nor do we share any familial connection whatsoever.”

“Hm?” Roel was taken aback by her statement.

The Witch Queen then sighed and proceeded to explain, “My ability to return to the past was achieved by severing my ties with the world’s causality and descending into an alternate dimension.”

“An alternate dimension?”

“You can envision it as an independent realm, akin to the Witness State. I descended into such a space thousands of years ago, reconstructed my physical form using my divine power, and returned to this world through an ancient divine contract. This was the sole method to minimize the impact of my presence on this world.”

“I comprehend now,” Roel nodded in admiration.

He had to admit that Artasia’s strategy was remarkably brilliant. Although intricate, it allowed her to bypass the majority of worldly laws, particularly circumventing the paradox associated with the Kingmaker Bloodline.

Artasia made a point to reiterate the crucial aspect. “Do you understand now, my hero? I originate from another world. While I may have been your daughter in the prior timeline, that holds no relevance between us now. To you, the future from which I hailed simply does not exist. Therefore, there is nothing binding us.”

“Well, that logic holds, but…”

“It’s not just logical; it is the absolute truth. Allow me to pose a question to you. How many children are currently within Lilian?”

“How many? It’s… only Natasia, correct?” Roel recalled how earlier, only a single beam of light from Sia’s Scepter had indicated Natasia.

Artasia nodded with evident satisfaction. “Precisely. Consequently, Natasia is your sole daughter in this reality.”

“…Wait a moment.” Roel’s brow furrowed as he contemplated how to navigate this complex situation.

As a result of Artasia’s detachment from the world’s cause-and-effect, she was no longer a part of this world’s established timeline, a fact evident in her absence from Lilian’s womb. Nevertheless, the undeniable truth remained that Artasia had originated from him. At the very least, she possessed memories of being his daughter.

A daughter who was no longer a daughter—this infuriating contradiction created a throbbing headache for Roel.

Meanwhile, Natasia, now freed from the Silence spell, shifted her gaze between her blushing older sister and the exasperated Roel, her expression suddenly becoming peculiar.

“Big Sister, you aren’t… planning to…”

“Be quiet,” Artasia sternly commanded, glaring fiercely at Natasia.

The latter visibly shuddered, refraining from speaking further. She could only mouth indistinct phrases under her breath.

Artasia then turned her attention back to the visibly frustrated Roel, reminding him, “Enough; this discussion is concluded. Do you not believe it is time for you to address the other pressing matter?”

“The other pressing matter?”

“You can sense it, can’t you? She has awakened.”

“…” Roel fell into a contemplative silence.

He knew precisely who Artasia was referring to. It was the entity whom he had longed to encounter yet simultaneously dreaded—the Mother Goddess.

In actuality, he had already detected her presence during his confrontation with the Savior, and that sensation had only intensified after he absorbed the Savior’s formidable powers. Heaving a sigh, Roel gazed into the distance. His eyes pierced through innumerable layers of darkness, finally settling upon a colossal divine tower.

“It’s your choice whether we pursue conflict or seek peace. While a chance for victory exists if we choose the former, I feel compelled to share something with you first,” Artasia stated.

“And what might that be?” Roel inquired.

Artasia then disclosed a piece of information that genuinely startled Roel. During their reign over humanity as the Twin Child Gods, the Mother Goddess had never once launched an assault against them.

“The reality is, we never actually encountered Her. She provided no aid, but concurrently, She never initiated hostilities against us either.”

“…” Roel gazed at the imposing tower for an extended period before finally exhaling a sigh.

The Mother Goddess’ conduct had clearly indicated Her position. Roel understood precisely what action was required of him at this juncture.

“I must depart for a short while.”

“You are going to…”

“…I intend to converse with Her.”

“…Understood.” Artasia gave a nod of assent.

Natasia offered Roel a farewell gesture.

As their eyes followed him, Roel turned. An entryway materialized before him without warning. He proceeded towards it and then pushed the door open. The realm beyond this portal was enveloped in a gray hue, resembling a somber passageway. At the far extremity of this passage stood a towering edifice.

Roel drew in a profound breath before commencing his ultimate pilgrimage.