1 Prolouge

I'm tired. Maybe it is time to sleep. The coffin looks very comfortable despite how guady it is.

Sure, I have regrets I want to fix. I have things I still wish to do or see. The path to cultivation is long. I'm at at top and have seen almost everything and yet I want to see more. Yet why does that coffin look like such a perfect place for rest.

I could make excuses that I have seen enough, or that it is just my time, or that the world must continue moving on.

This world is ruthless, where everything is bending over backwards to please those stronger and laughing at how pitiful the weak below them are. It seems they forgot what they originally were. Full of "righteous" schemes and fakes who preach humility while wearing gold robes and diamond rings while having everyone kneel to them so that they can pretend to be god. Some pretend to be a friend their entire life just for a little bit of strength or backing, only to backstab their friend the moment they get a better option. There are many horror stories that cannot be summed up with a few sentences.

I met a monk who I could see at a glance his unbridled anger at the world, yet he still treated those stronger and weaker than him with the same loving and caring attitude. That mismatch severely confused me, so I naturally had to ask,

"Sir, you seem to treat the world with care so why are you so angry at it?"

And he looked at me and did not reply, so I continued,

"Why must you be angry? The world is just the way it is."

The monk finally opened his mouth and said

"But why must it be that way."

At the time it sounded like nonsense, after all flexibility is important and so is accepting change but I think I understand now he just wanted to make a change but could not. Acceptance isn't correct sometimes, shouldn't we be stubborn? When to be stubborn and when to accept it. It is like an unscratchable itch. I want to see real humility and a real smile that isn't put on to flatter someone. Such a thing doesn't seem possible in this world though.

I came all this way in life only to be disappointed with my own inability to change anything. This world rejects honesty and I wish to defy it. Both the world and I cannot coexist but neither can go away. To destroy the world would be too hypocritical of me so since this world rejects me I will just leave.

I don't wish for my regrets to burden this world, so I will bring this treasure to accompany me in my coffin. It is sphere of Dark Metal and Netheranium[1] and holds all the ghosts of the world and carries their regrets. It holds every color in existance and possibly more not even visible to humans, and the colors flow around the sphere in a natural manner like is alive. I am not sure how many ghosts are inside but I am sure any top devil cultivator would lose their minds over just a small peice of one of the metals, let alone the energy inside of it. As for why I have it? Well, it is a shame it is not a story I wish to tell.

Anyways, goodbye, today seems like a good day to die.

As Narkissos Erebus went into his dream of darkness, the sphere started to sap his soul. Narkissos could see what was happening through his depleting soul sense and was surprised but felt it was a fitting way to go. Once his entire soul entered the ball it did not dissipate. Instead, it shrunk to the size of a molecule and then there was a quite literally soulrending cracking noise. The sphere split into 2 and due to his size looked like 2 massive cliffs that even with his amazing soul sense he could only just about make out the end of each side. One side was completely black and the other completely white, and there was a small gray sphere in front of him that was miniscule compared to the giant cliffs. The small sphere began sucking in his small soul but before it did he realized something odd. The surface of the sphere was colored brightly, so why was the inside only made of 2 colors? And what was the grey sphere? Then he shouted,

"WAIT, I UNDERSTAND, DO NOT TAKE ME ANYWHERE, I UNDERSTAND."

Naturally the gray stone was oblivious to any demands and sucked in the remainder of his soul. The last thought Narkissos has was,

"If only there was a world where humans could not get stronger, maybe they could make a change. What a fantasy that would be."

After a while of silence a scream rang out. Then another. And another. The ghosts all came to the surface of the sphere and attempted to escape, then a lightning that came from the heavens smited the 2 sides of the sphere, and silence returned. The grey sphere then split open but was entirely empty. And then every peice of the broken artifact disappeared, as if it were never there.

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[1] Dark Metal is from D.C. Batman and it connects the dark side of the multiverse and Netheranium is from Marvel and is related to Satan's powers(according to my understanding I gained from wiki)

Author's note: I used grey and gray so that everyone will be equally mad at me. You're welcome. :)