Chapter 150: The Truth – Part 2
“So, that’s the story, my master.”
Sitting on a garden bench, Miranda spoke softly before falling silent.
She picked up her coffee cup, taking a sip as she glanced at Leon, who looked dazed, as if he still couldn’t comprehend what she had just said.
After five minutes of silence, Leon snapped out of his daze and took a deep breath, looking at Miranda.
“Can you give me a minute to process what you just said?” Leon inquired, his voice sounding heavy and a little hesitant.
“Of course, my master. I understand; it must be very difficult for you to accept a reality that is completely different from what you believe,” Miranda replied softly, gently placing her coffee cup back on the saucer and giving him a caring look.
Leon nodded, leaned back, and closed his eyes, continuing to digest what Miranda had just explained.
To be honest, what Miranda had just explained about the 7,000-year history was incredibly hard for Leon to believe.
In essence, Miranda’s story completely contradicted the history documented in ancient books and existing records.
According to her narrative, over 7,000 years ago, the world descended into chaos and widespread destruction due to war.
This war wasn’t just a conflict between the demon race and mankind, as taught in recorded history, but a war involving all the races of the world.
Dragons, elves, dwarves, spirits, demons, humans, and many other races that never appeared in this era fought and destroyed each other, all with the singular goal of dominating the world and becoming the supreme leader.
As a result of this selfish desire, the world suffered immense destruction and deterioration, making recovery very difficult for thousands of years to come.
Leon found the story hard to believe, but he knew Miranda wouldn’t lie to him, as she had nothing to gain from doing so.
After a while, Leon opened his eyes; his expression was now more relaxed.
His golden eyes, which had previously appeared dazed, were now clear and calm.
Despite finding it hard to believe, Leon ultimately chose to trust Miranda’s story.
As he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, Leon looked at Miranda with a calm expression and asked, “Who won that war? Was it the human race, the demon race, or the dragon race?”
In the current era, only these three races appeared on the surface: the demon race, humanity, and the dragon race.
Other races, such as the elves, spirits, and dwarves, had never been seen, leading Leon to believe that their absence was due to their defeat in the past race wars.
Miranda shook her head and replied, “No one won this battle.”
“No one won? How is that possible?” Leon asked, surprised and confused.
If no one had won such a large-scale war, then what had happened to the races that no longer appeared in the current era?
Moreover, how could a war end without a winner?
Did they create a peace treaty and decide to stop fighting?
As Leon pondered these questions, Miranda suddenly asked something he never expected.
“My master, deep down, do you believe in beings known as ‘the Gods’?”
Startled, Leon looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Gods?” he repeated, just to confirm he hadn’t misheard.
“Yes, gods; do you believe they exist?” Miranda nodded, her expression calm.
Leon fell silent, lost in contemplation. Before reincarnating into this world, he would have definitely answered that he did not believe in them.
However, after coming to a world where magic, heroes, demons, and various other mythical entities actually existed, Leon’s answer changed.
“If you ask me if I believe in the existence of ‘them,’ then my answer is yes,” Leon replied firmly and calmly.
“If you believe it, then it would be very easy,” Miranda said lightly, her expression gradually turning serious. “The reason why no one emerged victorious in wars between races is attributed to one entity—the Evil God.”
As soon as Leon heard this, astonishment crossed his face, his eyes widening.
‘Evil God? Who is that? Why does it sound so ominous?’ Leon wondered inwardly, his curiosity deeply stirred.
However, he refrained from interrupting Miranda with his questions or surprise, opting instead to keep his ears perked up, eagerly awaiting further explanation.
Observing Leon’s curiosity, Miranda smiled slightly and asked, “You’re probably curious as to who the Evil God is, aren’t you, Master?”
Leon simply nodded, his silence conveying his intense interest.
“Evil God is a deity who lost their divine status and was cast down to the world,” Miranda explained succinctly, then continued, “During the height of the war between the races, the Evil God descended and wrought destruction upon all the world’s races with its formidable power.”
“As a result, all the races that were previously in conflict decided to unite against the evil god. Unfortunately, they suffered defeat due to the vast power difference, plunging the entire world into a terrible nightmare.” Miranda paused her narrative, allowing Leon a moment to digest the information.
Upon hearing this, Leon immediately took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his racing heartbeat.
He hadn’t anticipated such a horrific story behind the seemingly peaceful world.
If this truth were to be revealed, Leon was one hundred percent certain that it would unleash utter chaos.
Moreover, Leon found himself increasingly intrigued by this evil god capable of defeating entire races, as the entity bore a striking resemblance to the final bosses in the novels he had read in his previous life.
Quickly snapping out of his reverie, Leon asked curiously, “Then, where is the current evil god? Was he defeated?”
Miranda shook her head and replied, “No, he wasn’t defeated, but rather sealed.”
“Sealed?” Leon’s curiosity peaked.
Seeing Leon’s curious expression, Miranda smiled, finding him quite endearing.
“Yes, the all-powerful Evil God was indeed successfully sealed, all thanks to the intervention of the gods above,” Miranda said lightly, continuing, “Because of the chaos caused by the Evil God’s arrival, the gods felt guilty. Hence, they bestowed weapons to counteract him, and I’m sure you’re familiar with those weapons, right?”
Leon’s expression froze, his eyes widening slightly as he replied in a low tone, “The three holy weapons…”
Miranda smiled and shook her head. “No, you’re mistaken, my master; there aren’t three holy weapons, but only two.”
“Two? How is that even possible?” Leon exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“Yes, two holy weapons,” Miranda replied nonchalantly, gesturing toward herself with a faint smile. “There’s me, known as the Great Sword of Chaos, and then there’s my sister, Sylvia, revered as the Holy Sword of Zenith.”
Upon hearing this, Leon rose from his seat in fear.
“This can’t be…”
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