The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1435: QnA

What signifies being the Paragon? What emotions arise from embodying the Paragon?

Klaus has faced these queries repeatedly across his countless lives. The questions came at him so often that tallying them proved impossible.

Yet, every time someone poses them, he doesn't gripe—instead, a smile graces his lips as he delivers the sole response that perfectly captures and defines his true essence.

"What does it mean to be the Paragon, huh?" A thoughtful look crossed his face momentarily before a grin emerged.

"To tackle this, I must first address a key point. Being the Paragon involves two sides: the sensation and the significance.

As for the sensation, embodying the Paragon brings utter freedom. No rules bind me, no superiors demand accountability. The constraints tormenting others hold no sway over me. I possess total freedom to act as I wish, which, from one angle, delivers pure liberation.

Thus, one might describe it as pleasant, liberating, or serene to be the Paragon. But regarding its meaning, it boils down to bearing the burden of all humanity."

A smirk twisted Klaus's lips, irritation flickering as he pondered his duty to shield even those who despised him. The cosmos itself seemed coded to loathe him.

His seventh incarnation exemplified this: in a realm teeming with billions, just six souls cherished him. Prior to his awakening, adoration surrounded him; yet once his Paragon destiny ignited, the world revolted.

Still, he shouldered the planet's destiny alone, sacrificing those precious few in the process.

Therefore, while Paragon status offers freedom and delight, it demands a colossal responsibility borne solely by him.

"You see, if I ceased to be myself, this universe wouldn't survive the coming era. Folks assume the Heavenly Court and top powers safeguard it—they strive valiantly, no doubt.

But in the ultimate clash deciding cosmic fate, even their mightiest couldn't endure a heartbeat."

"How come?" Lady Narcisa inquired. "What sets you apart that the universe's elite can't match?"

"Simple enough, Supreme Elder Narcisa. They battle mere insects, whereas I confront the Heavenly Dao." A sly smile played at his mouth. "When the decisive war erupts, it'll pit me against the Heavenly Dao."

"Thus, unbound by universal laws, you're uniquely positioned to challenge them." Lista, ever silent, voiced a deduction that drew all eyes to Klaus for affirmation.

"Precisely correct."

Gazes shifted to the bashful demigod, flushing her cheeks as she concealed her face.

"I devour the Heavenly Dao nightly, so any Dao showdown pits my Defiance Paragon Dao against it. I question if these heaven-spawned overpowered marionettes can truly defy the heavens."

"You speak as if the heavens plot rebellion, lad," King Alric grumbled, smirking faintly.

Klaus eyed his troublesome father and chuckled. "Rebellion already happened, old timer. It began in my third life as the Asura God when they betrayed me.

Lately, I discovered the Heavenly Dao summoned me here. So why invest so heavily to bring me, only to despise me and slaughter my loved ones?"

Lista deduced once more. "That suggests they view you as a dire threat."

"Bingo."

"Yet if the heavens drew you here, why flip to enmity? It baffles me," she pressed, earning nods from the group.

Klaus had established himself as the lone bulwark against the Heavenly Dao, marking him inherently dangerous.

Still, heavenly invitation clashed with their abrupt hostility.

"Unless another exists—like you—who threatens by defying the Heavenly Dao." Lista's insight prompted Klaus's grin...

"Quite the sharp mind, aren't you? I admire logical thinkers." Lista reddened anew, ducking behind her mother, who laughed heartily at the scene.

"Spot on, Lista. The Heavenly Dao's animosity implies someone pulls its strings."

Queenie's eyes sharpened. "If they command the Heavenly Dao, why not eliminate you outright? Monstrous as you are, you couldn't withstand full heavenly might now. What's staying their hand?"

"Unknown to me, though suspicions abound." He swigged his wine, lifting one finger. "Primarily, they lack total dominion over the Heavenly Dao."

A second finger rose. "Next, something—or someone—blocks them. Not me, nor anyone familiar, but whoever sanctioned my arrival lingers as their final hurdle."

Klaus's wives, familiar with his vanity, anticipated shamelessness and shielded their faces as his smile widened.

"Finally, my irresistible looks fluster them too much to strike. They can't bring themselves to harm me."

RUMBLE

Bolts of thunder and lightning ripped through the skies, prompting all in the hall to glance upward. Klaus nonchalantly speared a meat slice, popping it into his mouth with a smug grin.

"Incredible." Steve, Queen Leah’s firstborn, shook his head grinning. "Divine retribution's warning. No fear in you?"

"Fear?" Klaus roared with laughter. "No clue if my mind's broken, but heavenly terror eludes me. They don't intimidate, and I refuse to let them."

Lucy laughed, encapsulating it. "Essentially, he's the universe's sole lunatic unafraid of the heavens. Provoking them amuses him."

From Celestial King Alric to Queen Leah, all regarded the silver-haired rogue with diverse emotions.

Reverence mingled with curiosity, trepidation, delight—and above all, profound love.

To them, Klaus epitomized human perfection: unbound by celestial whims, utterly indifferent to their judgment. What surpassed such flawlessness?