Chapter 1882 Clash of the Titans [11]
Chapter 1882 Clash of the Titans [11]
The Dark God found himself enveloped in Damien's past and present.
Damien grew up as an only child in a single-parent household, which was something the Dark God had never experienced. In those first sixteen years when nothing much really happened, his thoughts on Damien were no more than comparisons to his own situation.
'This life…this world…'
This was a place where nobody existed except him. As such, all of the barriers he used to hide his true self from others were gone. He was finally acting like an actual person.
As he saw how Damien grew, the feeling that spawned in his heart was strange.
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Because compared to his life, even what could be considered suffering for Damien was nothing?
Damien had a difficult life, but he was still privileged. Even if he had to sleep on the streets occasionally, he was never truly homeless.
Hell, even if he was homeless, he would have had it better.
The homeless in the Dark God's era and homeland were not given the conveniences of paved streets or separated walkways. They didn't have the convenience to beg for money or find a way to survive.
Instead, because the homeless were attributed to disease, they were rapidly beaten and discarded into the slums. That place was allowed to rot and get infested while the rest of the city remained bubbly and vibrant.
Damien's starting point, the First Dungeon, was a terrifying place, sure, but it was nothing more than an opportunity for Damien.
Frankly, the Dark God did not care about the emotional turmoil and trauma this environment caused. Damien was able to survive and become stronger rapidly. More importantly, he was able to awaken his god-given gift.
The Void Physique.
How could someone who possessed the Void Physique ever struggle? Wasn't it laughable to even think such a thing was possible?
No, Damien was just weak for perceiving these events in a negative light and being mentally impacted by them.
Even his physical injuries were the same. He lost his arm. If he had continued to exist with a single arm, perhaps there would have been a struggle. However, did he even have to try to grow it back?
He was extremely lucky to be returned his faculties before he ever left the First Dungeon. Apeiron was just a place riddled with opportunities for him. That world had little to no danger, and if anything, it only existed for the purpose of introducing him to the Nox.
The universe told him about the overarching schemes threatening it so early because it knew that he would rise to save it.
The Cloud Plane was nothing more than a romantic fantasy getaway. Damien went through some things there, but he really just used the realm to heal from the weak traumas that held him back.
Even then, didn't he develop new problems?
It was infuriating.
Why were geniuses always like this?
Damien didn't have anything like external pressure putting him into precarious situations. He was either putting himself in those situations like an idiot or wallowing in his own sadness without any sort of cause at all.
From the unnamed world to the Divine Realm, nothing changed. He got stronger and stronger with little to no suffering. Even when he experienced great pain, he always knew that he would live.
Damien was backed by the Void. Damien had always been backed by the Void. The Dark God finally accepted it.
Yes, this feeling was envy. This feeling was a kind of burning jealousy and envy that he had never felt for anyone else except for a single person.
How could someone be born with a guaranteed path to Godhood? How could one possess such a physique that allowed them to become Absolute as long as they put in a little bit of effort?
Why did these things always have to go to other people? Why did he have to struggle so much to reach his current state?
Did Damien even understand what it meant to be born untalented, to be discarded as useless and be forced to climb up from nothing?
He didn't!
None of them did!
It was always like this. As the Dark God continued to watch Damien's life play out, he understood that the Void was not as fair and just as it claimed to be.
It was unjust. It showed favoritism. It was not perfect. It was flawed.
Why?
'Why? Why? Why?'
Why did it always have to be like this? Why couldn't the world show him the same love that it showed others? What did he ever do wrong?!
The Dark God clutched his head in his hands.
His long black hair flowed over his shoulders and reminded him that he was not in his own body. Rather, he was inhabiting the body of that person he despised so much.
"WHY?!"
He roared, tearing at his own skin. His nails dug into his face as he ripped it off. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he drowned in his own envy.
It didn't matter how far or how deep into Damien's memory he dove. His opinion did not change.
Damien was given unbelievable benefits in return for no work at all. Obviously, that was not true, but was he entirely wrong?
He was not.
Many of his skills were the same. His improvement would not have been so fast and his journey would not have been so smooth if he didn't have the support of both the Void and the cosmos itself.
In the first place, for Transcendent Regeneration to appear so early was preposterous. That was a skill that healed him perfectly even when he was in the nine revolutions. It should not have been given to a young genius who was still becoming familiar with the system.
Many of his skills were the same. His improvement would not have been so fast and his journey would not have been so smooth if he didn't have the support of both the Void and the cosmos itself.
Wasn't it enough proof that nobody around him was dead? That kind of situation was almost impossible to find in a cruel place like the one he conquered. Even those people…
The Dark God would never admit it, but he was envious of their existence as well. He was currently trying to kill them brutally and present their heads to Damien before he died for that exact reason.
Everything about Damien's life was something the Dark God felt that he could only ever wish for.
This was exactly like–
Whatever the case, because of these memories, the Dark God's mentality shifted.
Damien was also someone who needed to be surpassed. He was someone who absolutely needed to be destroyed so that he could prove himself as the best.
Geniuses like him should not have been allowed to exist.
To the Dark God, nothing about this was necessarily new news except for the existence of the Void Physique, which he only assumed beforehand. Now that he knew it was real, he knew he needed to find a way to take it for himself.
Nevertheless, this situation was his loss. No matter what he learned or gained, he was still defeated.
Because at this very moment, Damien was also witnessing his past, the past he tried so hard to hide.
And unlike the Dark God, once again, he was receiving far more than he should have been allowed.
Nothing was ever fair or just in this world.
Really.