Chapter 452: The Last King—Rama
A silver-haired noble youth gazed with mild surprise at the person before him.
"This is only the second time she... no—"
He furrowed his brow.
"Even Ravana, the Rakshasa King whom even the gods couldn't destroy, wasn't this restless. It's clearly surpassed the last time."
He revised his statement thus.
These words revealed considerable information, possibly related to the identity of this silver-haired noble youth.
The term "Rakshasa" appears in Buddhist and Hindu mythology, and coupled with the name "Ravana," it clearly refers to that particular demon king from Hinduism.
This demon king obtained nearly invincible power through ascetic practices and wishes, making him undefeatable even by the gods.
However, humans weren't included in this limitation. When he wished to be immune to all harm, he excluded humans because he despised and looked down upon them.
Thus, Vishnu exploited this loophole, descending to earth in a human incarnation—Rama—who ultimately destroyed him.
"Hmm? That book is with you?"
The silver-haired noble youth again spoke cryptic words.
"Apologies, you might not understand. That book was originally paired with this sword of mine. This blade encompasses all divine artifacts of the gods, while that book should have contained all divine abilities. Fortunately, the God of the Bible cast that book into an unreachable world. So that's it—you're from that world. No wonder that woman is in such a hurry."
The silver-haired youth seemed unusually talkative.
In reality, he wasn't normally this verbose; on the contrary, he tended to be somewhat taciturn.
"That woman?"
"Yes, my former supporter."
The silver-haired man spoke these words with apparent difficulty, as if the one who controls fate was forcing him not to reveal more.
"That's all? Can't you say more?"
"That's all. I can't say anything further."
The silver-haired man shrugged, appearing helpless.
"You're The Last King, right? But you seem constrained, though not exactly controlled. Has that woman got some leverage over you? Threats?"
"It's not about threats or leverage. Eliminating Campiones and outsiders is simply the duty I bear."
"You don't want to shoulder this responsibility."
"Correct."
"Then why not abandon it?"
"Because this is my duty."
Their conversation seemed to be going in circles.
"That sounds like you're an NPC programmed for a specific role. Though you've gained self-awareness, you can't violate your programming."
"NPC?"
The silver-haired noble didn't understand the term until the other explained it.
"I see. Then you're correct—I am indeed an NPC."
"That means that woman is the GM, right?"
"GM?"
"The game world administrator who can modify the game world arbitrarily, doing whatever they want."
"No, she doesn't have that much authority. She's not omniscient or omnipotent."
"Oh? Then is she the one who sets the world's general storyline? The scriptwriter?"
This time, the silver-haired man fell silent, offering no response.
Not because he didn't want to answer, but because he couldn't—the other's speculation was getting dangerously close to the truth.
The other party was testing him through this so-called game, trying to exploit loopholes to obtain information from him.
And he was quite willing to cooperate and intended to disclose it.
So, was it really appropriate for him to inform an outsider like this?
If the other party truly had a way to deal with that woman, it meant that no one in this world could stand against him, and the world would fall under his control. Was that acceptable?
Normally, it was not. But he had no choice but to gamble.
Since the other party had obtained the book of the God of the Bible, it meant he was someone recognized by the God of the Bible.
Moreover, due to her own negligence, that woman was now considering restarting the entire world and rewriting the script.
Restarting the world was almost equivalent to destroying it. In that case, he might as well take a gamble.
"So, the script editor, is that right?"
The other party then said something intriguing.
"Then I hope you can find it quickly. Next time we meet, I hope you'll be even stronger~"
After saying this, the silver-haired man bowed, and his figure faded away until he vanished.
He would return to slumber, having been forcibly awakened and put to work just moments before.
As he disappeared, the person opposite him also began to dissipate like dry ice evaporating, turning into a black mist that drifted away with the wind.
Nightfall, the witch's cottage in Sardinia.
"So, who do you think the script editor is?"
Renji asked the witch in front of him, who was wearing a frilly nightgown.
"The script editor?"
Lucretia fell into deep thought.
As the god behind the scenes manipulating The Last King, the one who had arranged such a hero's setting—who exactly could it be?
For now, they could follow one line of reasoning: the origin of The Last King. The Last King should be Rama.
And which god had once supported Mara in his campaign against Satan?
Speaking of which, how had they returned to Europe so quickly? They had used Lucretia's Authority to travel.
Not everyone had returned, however. Liliana remained behind. Since she had not yet declared her departure from Marquis Voban's faction and had been assigned a mission, she could stay there undercover for the time being.
As for Erica, she was now paralyzed, lying in bed, because her power had been drained by him.
Additionally, on the floor nearby lay a pitifully delicate young girl, occasionally groaning to remind others she was still alive. She wore no clothes, only bandages wrapped around her vital areas.
The reason she was now on the brink of death was that the final attack that disrupted the balance and caused the massive explosion had actually come from this Divine Ancestor—Asherah.
She was the incarnation of Leviathan. He had taken a dragon ball-like object from her body and infused it with power, triggering a terrifying explosion.
That dragon ball-like object released a massive amount of water. Under high temperature and pressure, the steam it produced could not disperse, leading to a catastrophic steam explosion.
"Why are you staring at me? I've told you everything I can."
Athena glared unhappily at the man who had sealed her.
As a resident of the immortal realm, Athena naturally knew who the so-called script editor was. However, bound by that entity's rules of fate, she could not reveal it in any way.
"I've thought of a method that might allow you, Athena, to directly reveal that woman's identity. I'd like you to cooperate."
"No!"
"Don't worry, we'll test it on Asherah first."
Renji had thought of a plan.
Since they are bound by the constraints of this world's script and unable to speak, what if they were taken out of this world's script?