Chapter 1907 Light and Darkness: The Battlefield of the Eternal Game of Order and Chaos

Chapter 1907 Light and Darkness: The Battlefield of the Eternal Game of Order and Chaos
Now, King Peel is dead.

They died without leaving even a trace.

The “royalty” that Lufa relied on, that he was loyal to, and that he supported had completely collapsed.

That portion of power, which should have dissipated and was granted and restricted by the "royal power," instantly became a powerless force, suspended in a vacuum of power.

And Talufa is precisely the one most qualified and capable of receiving, integrating, and redefining this power.

Because he was not merely a vassal of "royal power".

He himself is an important part of this force, and even its most symbolic embodiment!

The army's loyalty, the people's love, and the unparalleled merits and prestige he accumulated during his thousand-year conquest of Ares—these things never belonged solely to "King Peer's General," but also to "Rufa" himself!

Now, the constraints have disappeared, but so has the direction.

But power itself has not disappeared.

They have simply lost their master, becoming a vast and ownerless entity, waiting for a new and stronger will to integrate, to control, and to give them new meaning.

G and the forces behind him saw this.

They saw the terrifying power that the "banner" of Lufa could garner during this power vacuum.

They are not "giving alms" or "supporting" a new puppet, but rather "investing" in an entity with absolute power and prestige that is most likely to become the new core of power.

This is a tacit exchange.

They provided political maneuvering, parliamentary support, and the strength to stabilize the civil service; while Lufa provided his irreplaceable military prestige and popular support.

And most importantly, a symbol of "strongest force" and "legitimacy" that could hold the fort in this upheaval and force everyone to temporarily bow down.

This is exactly what Lufa needs.

He had no interest in engaging in those tedious political deals, nor did he have the time to slowly win people's hearts.
He needed a "white glove" familiar with the rules to help him handle the tedious details, so that he could, with the fastest speed and the least resistance, rightfully "receive" the power and resources that were originally dependent on King Peel but were now ownerless, and transform them into his own stepping stones to the throne.

He slowly raised his hand, looking at the hand that had once gripped weapons and helped Ares expand its territory, the hand that had also shielded Peel from countless open and hidden attacks.

The palms were empty.

But he could see countless invisible threads slowly and irresistibly converging on him from every corner of Ares, from the army, from the council, and from the hearts of the people.

That is power, authority, responsibility, and also shackles.

But this time, he will be the one holding the chains.

"very good."

His voice rang out again, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Then, go do what you're supposed to do."

"Deputy Chief."

Lufa did not express his gratitude to G, nor did he make any promises to him, nor did he give any further instructions.

There was only one short, almost commanding statement.

But that's enough.

This statement itself is a form of recognition, an authorization, and even an invisible contract.

I accept your investment; you pave the way for me.

Once it's done, there will naturally be places for you.

Ge's heart tightened slightly, and he immediately lowered his head deeply.

"Yes, General."

"No"

He paused, then changed his words, his voice carrying a new, more formal tone:

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

He knew that from this moment on, a new game of power had begun.

He and the forces behind him have placed all their bets on this man who has returned from the brink of death, a man whose calmness is terrifying.

G left to do what he had to do.

Lu Fa slowly withdrew his gaze.

A new game has begun.

This time, however, he will no longer be a pawn.

He wants to be the one to play the game.

No, what he wants to do is be the one who sets the rules.

Countless images filled with hatred flooded his mind like ferocious beasts breaking free of their cages.

That is a memory of the "future".

It is everything that another "him" experienced.

He "saw" the face of King Peel, whom he had once trusted, gradually twisting at the pinnacle of power, revealing the fangs of greed and suspicion.

He "saw" himself and his loyal brothers in the Netherworld Legion being falsely accused and stripped of their past honors.

He "saw" a thousand-year path of exile and revenge, saw planets reduced to scorched earth by the destructive fire of the Afas, and witnessed the cries and bloodshed of countless innocent people.

He also "saw" the ultimate defeat and his own resentment and despair.

These memories are so real, so unforgettable, as if he had truly experienced that long and dark millennium.

That burning hatred, that obsessive desire for revenge that sustained "another self" to live, surged and roared in his chest like molten lava, almost devouring his reason as well!
But along with these memories, the utterly absurd reality that has just unfolded before our eyes also resurfaces.

In his future memories, King Peel was high above him, able to manipulate events at will, and orchestrated his betrayal!

That King Peer, whom he had hated for a thousand years and was willing to pay any price for revenge!
He was forced to step down because of "corruption"?!
corruption?

What a ridiculous reason!
What a trivial charge!
Faced with that overwhelming lust for power, that ruthless betrayal, and that conspiracy that could bring shame upon a glorious civilization!

The word "corruption" is almost like an ironic joke!

Lufa's lips twitched uncontrollably; he wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Was it the long years of rule that changed King Peel? Did he become greedy, foolish, and ultimately fall victim to such a low-level weakness?

Or has he always been like this? That seemingly wise, dignified, and ambitious "king" was actually a greedy, short-sighted, manipulative, and easily corrupted person at heart.
It's just that in the past, I was blinded by "loyalty," "gratitude for being recognized," and those hypocritical appearances, and never truly saw him clearly.
Both possibilities filled him with an indescribable sense of absurdity.

If it's the former, then his thousand-year-old hatred, and everything he and the Netherworld Legion suffered, was actually because of a "corrupted" king?
This reason made the hatred seem to lose some weight and become somewhat ridiculous.

If it is the latter, then wouldn't all the loyalty he has shown, the beliefs he has upheld, and all the battles he has fought for be nothing more than a joke built on lies and hypocrisy from beginning to end?

How could he have been manipulated by such a despicable person for so long?

absurd! How ridiculous!
This sense of absurdity even temporarily overshadowed the overwhelming hatred.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Those memories from the "future" still flicker in his mind.

But at this moment, as he looked at these images, at the “self” struggling, sinking, and ultimately destroying itself in hatred, what welled up in his heart, besides the pain and hatred of empathy, was also a trace of pity.

No, it's not pity.

It's a more complex emotion.

That "future" version of himself, blinded by hatred, embarked on a path destined for destruction.

His revenge was not only brutal, but also like a joke.

Not only did it not come to fruition, but he didn't even know before his death that King Peel had stepped down, and that the reason for his downfall was such an absurd "corruption."

Is this the end of hatred? He didn't want that kind of ending.

King Peel's betrayal is a fact.

That thousand-year-old hatred is also real.

However, he is not the "future path" that is consumed by hatred and headed towards destruction.

He is the current Lufa.

They have returned from death and despair, inheriting the memories and lessons of the "future," yet possessing the opportunities and possible paths of the "present."

King Peel is dead.

He died at the hands of his "future" self, and also from his own greed and folly.

It doesn't matter how you die anymore.

The most important thing now is Ares.

How to avoid that tragedy of the "future".

How to lead this civilization, which he once swore to serve to the death but which had also deeply hurt him, onto a different path.

To achieve this, he needs power; supreme and unquestionable power.

It wasn't about revenge, but about change.

To avoid that absurd and pathetic cycle from repeating itself.

"Will he be removed from office for embezzlement?"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a cold sarcasm.

"Alright."

"At least it made some things clearer to me."

"It also taught me how to 'formulate' new rules."

This time, he will not be betrayed by anyone again.

The future will never be the same as before.

The ladder to power is already beneath his feet; he will forge the rules himself.

Ares, under his will, will embark on a completely different path; a path that may still be filled with iron and blood and power, but at least will no longer be hollowed out by foolish betrayals and short-sighted greed.

But is that enough?

My thoughts drifted slightly away.

Those fragments of memory from the "future" contain not only hatred and destruction, but also some more chilling information.

The power of the Asura Armor is truly formidable.

That immense power, which was almost like mastering the laws and overlooking time and space, far exceeded all his previous understanding of "power".

What he cared about even more was the place that his "future self" had joined.

I never imagined that the concept of countless worlds actually existed.

He always believed that Ares's conquest and the galactic domination had already reached their peak.

Although there are countless galaxies beyond the Milky Way, each of those galaxies has its own owner, and there is not much difference between them.

But now his "memory" tells him that beyond the universe he is familiar with, there exist countless unimaginable worlds with completely different forms and rules.

Angels, demons, gods, god-slayers, cultivation of immortality, martial arts.
In comparison, their vision is rather narrow.

He couldn't help but feel an instinctive desire to explore a wider world and higher levels of power; but he also knew that he was currently incapable of touching those worlds.

Moreover, even in his own "armored universe," there are many secrets he is unaware of.

The Emperor's Armor, the supreme ruler of the luminous universe, is the ultimate power representing the Way of Heaven and the light, according to legend.

Thunder Yatalis is the ultimate armor that combines the four elements; the King of Catchers is a phantom king who travels through time and punishes evil.

In contrast, there are the dark cosmic forces lurking in the shadows of the universe.

Some of these names and concepts he had glimpsed briefly in ancient historical records, while others were completely unfamiliar to him.

But within the fragments of memory from the "future," they vaguely outline a universe far larger, more complex, and more dangerous than Ares had ever known.

A battlefield where light and darkness, order and chaos are in an eternal struggle!
And all of this seems to be subtly pointing to a blue planet that is not particularly noticeable in the Milky Way—Earth.

Yes, Earth.

That marginal planet, which was marked as "low-level civilization, rich in rare life energy, and of potential observation value" in Ares' interstellar colonization and resource assessment report.

In the fragments of memory from the "future," it seems that the summoner of the Emperor Armor was born there.

The power of Yatalis is also closely related to that planet.

It was like a giant vortex, a key node where many mysterious forces converged and the two cosmic powers of light and darkness were at play.

In the past, he might have dismissed this as nothing more than a primitive myth of an inferior civilization.

But now, having learned of the existence of all the heavens and myriad worlds, and having personally experienced the power of the Asura Armor that surpassed common sense, he could no longer ignore this information.

He needed to go and see for himself, no matter what.

Of course, not in the manner of a conqueror; if the Emperor Armor is truly as terrifying as reflected in the "memory," then even if he transforms into the Asura Armor, he might not be a match for the opponent.

Moreover, the planet called Earth itself has a strange quality to it.

The ability to simultaneously nurture or attract so many powerful armor forces must conceal some deeper rule or secret that he cannot yet comprehend.

Recklessly intervening with force could very likely lead to unpredictable, or even catastrophic, consequences.

I'm just going to take a look.

And all of this is something for the "future".

What he needs to care about now is Ares; the land before him that has just experienced the collapse of the monarchy and the fear among the people.

King Peel is dead, but the power vacuum he left behind is like a huge, alluring wound, attracting countless "sharks" lurking in the shadows.

The old nobles in the council, other factions in the military, and even the bureaucrats and vested interests who were originally attached to King Peel are probably all stirring up trouble at this moment, each with their own agenda.

Ge and the forces behind him were just among the fastest to react and the most decisive in their bets.

But they are by no means the only group.

He needs to recover his strength as soon as possible, not only physically, but also in terms of overall control over Ares.

He needs to use his prestige and their operations to reassemble those scattered fragments of power in an indisputable way and firmly grasp them in his own hands.