Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Being able to suddenly kill into the interior of the mysterious train was something that had never happened since the appearance of the mysterious train.

A sudden and powerful killing intent filled every carriage.

All the passengers aboard the carriages shivered in fear.

The chilling intent of the killer made them feel as though they were enveloped in a cold ice cave.

Yet, no one dared to move.

This power, for them, was too vast and overwhelming, a force absolutely not to be defied.

In contrast, Attendant Number One was very calm.

Attendant Number One, older even than the train conductor, now slowly took off his mask.

"So you knew about me already. But it makes sense, we both carry the scent of the old era, don't we?"

Mel's face was delicate, as if time had hardly left any marks on her.

Having been a level four Mutator many years ago, her current state was now unknowable.

She was the most powerful existence on the train.

Where did this world get so many "rule" passengers from? They were just mass-produced by Mel after mastering the power of mutation rules.

"I was just thinking, my left-behind rules are strong enough to block any mighty prohibitions under the gods, how did you come in?"

Mel smiled slightly.

Unlike He Lin's seductive charm, Mel's smile carried an elegant and dignified air, like the train's mistress conversing with a fairly well-acquainted passenger:

"It turns out, you have already taken that step. Others might think you are seeking death, but I congratulate you."

Mel's reaction left Celeos somewhat astonished.

He could easily sever the "alertness" in Mel.

In exchange, he gained Mel's honesty.

But Mel was not alert, just somewhat sentimental. Seeing Celeos's sword-like eyes fixed on her, Mel slowly said:

"Celeos, having ridden the train for so long, you should know we could have done anything if we wanted. But Longxia is still fine, isn't it?"

Mel even saw through Celeos's intentions.

Celeos now understood why the mysterious train could contend with the Pantheon.

His time was really running out.

At last, he restrained his killing intent.

In that instant, inside every carriage of the train, all the rule passengers began to breathe heavily.

Some even suddenly felt the urge to cry, a sensation of having survived a great disaster.

Mel remained calm, waiting for Celeos to leave.

Before leaving, Celeos asked one last question:

"What do you plan to do?"

This question was about Mel's ideals, about what Mel most desired to do.

Celeos said:

"I will not kill you, once these words are spoken, I will definitely not kill you. But I really want to know what the true purpose of the mysterious train is. Or rather, what exactly are you scheming?"

Mel looked at Celeos, pondered for a moment; this man was about to become a rare new god after the twilight of the gods, implying that this man was about to become a rule.

She finally did not hide, her eyes rarely sharp.

It was then that Celeos realized, this girl from the same era as himself had such sharp eyes, also a blade capable of breaking through the ages.

"My desire has always been one, to purify corruption."

After these words were spoken, even Celeos, who had already achieved Divine Enthronement, was stunned for a long while.

Soon, Celeos came to his senses and mockingly said:

"Punching above your weight. But… good luck."

As his words fell, Celeos's figure disappeared.

"I've done many things considered punching above my weight," Mel murmured to herself.

She watched the direction Celeos had left, and suddenly smiled.

This smile bore a trace of loneliness.

Because she was well aware that another person had become a rule. A person from the previous era had diminished again.

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In the Advanced World, somewhere beyond Longxia, within a vast mountain range, the mountains stretched on endlessly, and although it was still summer, most of the rock faces were covered in snow due to the polar location.

At the highest point of the mountain range, Celeos was a single dark point amidst the vast white.

Severing space, after leaving the mysterious train, his figure began to turn elusive.

That meant, his time was running out.

In this life, Celeos had given up too much, so when it truly came time to leave the world, those he could say goodbye to were not family, not friends.

Only adversaries. Like Silva.

Perhaps when he severed the "God of Creation and Story's" desire years ago, he was also cursed by the new god.

Looking back on his life, Celeos had earned the fear of countless people, but never their respect.

It seemed he never needed others' reverence. Yet, truly about to die, about to leave this world, he still felt somewhat lonely.

Usually faced with such a time, one needs only to sever one's own loneliness.

But now, he couldn't help thinking, if the next one to achieve Divine Enthronement was his Disciple...

Then at that moment, perhaps the world would no longer have just a solitary figure, right?

That might be another kind of power.

Finally, Celeos smiled, his eyes alight with stars.

The stars emitted a soft light, seeming to brighten the sky.

The silhouettes of the new and old gods were already standing on the distant horizon, waiting for his arrival.

After becoming a rule, does that really mean death? This question, no one could answer.

Some believe that becoming a new god only means going to another place, not death.

Others think that becoming a rule means death, but only in the sense that one's essence forms some force that either restricts or assists others.