As Gowther walked with steady steps, challenging himself, his ambitions, and his dreams in his current and previous lives, along with the ambitions of the owner of the original body, he was resisting the strong winds of fate that made his robes dance violently in the air, and the pressure that the demonic eye of the Watcher was imposing on him.
A cold and sharp voice sounded from the observer's eye, which was watching his every movement and every breath, impatiently awaiting his loss. Al-Ain's voice carried some curiosity, while the cold and harsh interrogation, which did not know how to be complacent in anything, prevailed.
"Mr. Gowther MacTire, why would you want to reach the end of the river of ambition?"
"Or, if you will, why does the perseverance within you refuse to submit to this world?"
The sound was cold and emotionless, coming from the eye without passing through the ear; Rather, he was heard directly within the depths of the mind of the entity he was addressing.
After the Watcher's Eye finished speaking, a cold smile appeared on Gowther's face as he looked towards the Demonic Eye, after he had gotten rid of all the ambitions that he considered trivial and worthless, and he only had one thing left that he considered worthy of giving everything he had for.
The cold smile disappeared from his lips, and his facial features turned cold.
"I persevere not because of responsibility, passion, excitement, or power and influence, but because perseverance is the only thing I can count on in my path. I dreamed so much that my dream became to escape from a world built on curse. I laughed, and I lost the ability to laugh sincerely, and I became sad, and I forgot what real sadness feels like. However, I still persevere, because perseverance is the only thing that has remained true wherever I go. Ambition and perseverance will remain my companions in this world."
Gowther's tone of voice was a mixture of calm, confidence, and determination to continue on his path to achieve his goals, and his greatest ambition: to survive a world where only the strongest can survive.
Gowther remained silent, ignoring the eye that was looking at him with strange curiosity.
"Then continue on your way towards what you aspire to."
Gowther ignored the words of the eyes and the temptations spread on both sides of the river, without bothering to look at them even for a second.
"I am Gowther McTeer, and I pursue my greatest ambitions. My goal is neither power nor absolute power, but rather to survive and live in this world in which only the strongest survive, and in which the strong eat the weak. How can worldly things stop me?
Gowther was stepping over the river of ambitions with steady steps, not out of stubbornness or desire for challenge, but because that was his only option. Stopping means death and oblivion, and he wants neither; Rather, he wants to survive and survive.
Gowther's face showed signs of shock at the irrational pressure that suddenly overwhelmed him.
He raised his head to find several people with different phrases written on their clothes.
The first of them was the youth; That time when a person is at the strongest stage of his life, but he forgets his ambitions and heads towards the path of corruption, immersed in mortal lusts and desires.
The second was vanity; Talent does not bear fruit with unbridled vanity, because an arrogant person will never achieve anything in this world. There are two people who do not learn from their mistakes: the arrogant and the stubborn. They both refuse to learn from their mistakes, and therefore are unable to achieve their goals.
Then came cowardice and laziness; The greatest dreams are buried and erased before they begin, due to laziness, cowardice, and unwillingness to strive and advance, which are things that cause even the greatest ambitions to sink and be erased in the sea of oblivion.
As for envy and hatred, they make a person forget his ambitions when he looks at the achievements and ambitions of others, so he belittles his goals, hates them, and despises them, then throws them to drown and rust in the sea of oblivion.
And there was love; People love in different ways, but true love is rare. When a person loves, he strives, works, and stays up to keep his relationship going. When separation occurs, he may sink into the depths of sadness and sorrow, forgetting his goals and ambitions and letting them drown in the sea of oblivion.
The obstacles to ambitions and their seven goals stood before Gowther, spreading their pressure that shook the entire world.
Youth, vanity, cowardice, laziness, love, envy, and hate.
Gowther continued to walk over the river with great force, while crimson blood flowed abundantly from his mouth, dyeing his white robes crimson red. However, he continued on his way, ignoring the serious injuries that were plaguing him, as he was constantly treating them.
But that did not prevent the pain from penetrating to the depths of his being. He didn't say anything, not even a single groan came out of his mouth.
People are hard on each other, but it's hard to find someone who is hard on themselves.
Gowther remained silent, fighting the self that was demanding that he rest and surrender, resisting the temptations surrounding him and the fear and dread that were penetrating inside him with every step he took.
After several steps, Gowther's eyes exploded due to the pressure caused by the forces of youth, hate, vanity, cowardice, love, envy, and laziness, which completely covered the river of ambitions.
A fountain of warm blood gushed out, making his face red, and his white robes became brighter red.
However, he continued to advance despite the heavy flow of blood, to the point that his face became completely pale, while the pain caused by the shattering of the bones in his body increased. But he used Kuno to treat his injuries.
His broken bones began to heal, but he couldn't heal his eyes no matter how hard he tried.
During the treatment process, Gowther continued walking without slowing down for even a single second. Rather, his steps increased in speed.
Gowther withstood the pressure that was shaking the entire world around him, and did not stop for a single second, but continued walking towards the end of the road.
The river of ambitions was not merely an examination of success or failure, of merit and worth, or of life and death. In the worst cases, forgetting oneself was enough to make everything one had done in vain.
Forgetting oneself is a hundred times worse than being forgotten by others.
After several steps, Gowther transcended youth, hatred, vanity, cowardice, love, envy, and laziness,Without bothering to look at them even for a second. He continued on his way, ignoring the fractures and serious injuries that covered his entire body, until his white robes turned into bloody red robes.
After an hour and a quarter, Gowther reached the end of the road.
As soon as he arrived, light smiles appeared on the faces of youth, hate, vanity, cowardice, love, envy, and laziness, and then they spoke in one voice, filled with complete satisfaction:
"Congratulations, Gowther McTeer."
Once Gowther reached the end of the River of Aspirations, the Demonic Eye began to split in half, becoming two smaller eyes than it was. Then their size began to shrink little by little, until they became the size of human eyes.
The eyes began to descend, heading straight for Gowther, leaving an ethereal red streak behind them. Then they entered his eye sockets, replacing his previous eyes, which had exploded due to the pressure caused by the forces of youth, hate, vanity, cowardice, love, envy, and laziness.
Even though the demonic eyes devoured the remains of his eyes, Gowther felt comfortable similar to the comfort of someone who ran a marathon until his feet became sore, but he forgot their pain as soon as he got first place.
The happiness of victory forgets the bitterness of work, and the same applies to Gowther; His happiness in knowing that he would live another day, and that he had overcome one ordeal among the thousands of ordeals that awaited him in the future, made him feel satisfied and forget all the pain.
After several minutes had passed, Gowther began to open his eyes, revealing two eyes with pupils that looked like red crystal, reflecting a clear sky with a pure red color instead of light blue.
Gowther let out a deep sigh of relief, then his body began to disappear into crimson ethereal dust.
"I succeeded."
Inside the hall, crimson narrative texts began to emerge from the inscriptions, and then began to gather little by little until Gowther's body returned to its previous form, and he opened his eyes.
Gowther turned his gaze towards the concept of assassination, which he looked at without saying anything.
However, the concept of assassination seemed impressed and impressed by the tenacity in Gowther's heart. He clapped as he looked at him, after Gowther got up and deactivated the Assassination Concept Wing and the Blessing Wing.
Gowther then headed towards Assassination Concept, who was standing in front of the gate leading to the exit of the ritual hall.
Once he arrived, Assassination Concept placed his hand on Gowther's shoulder, a slight smile on his face.
"Well done, Gowther. I learned a lot of things today. However, we won't meet again for the next three years, and you won't hear anything about what happens outside the fantasy world. So, look at the next three years as an opportunity to prepare, but enjoy every minute of your life."
A slight smile appeared on Gowther's face as he listened to Assassination Concept's words.
"Yes, yes. So, she has now become one of the foundations that maintain the stability of the novel's world order, and after that she will turn into a housewife and a caring mother."
Gowther and Assassination Concept looked at each other for several minutes, before they laughed loudly.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Gowther and the concept of assassination laughed out loud. Even though Isaac was no longer a part of their old lives, they maintained their strength.
The strong person is not only the one who continues on his path, but the one who can continue walking without losing his essence.
Coldness does not mean strength, and being happy and living an ordinary life does not mean weakness.
The assassination concept opened the portal on which a giant wing-like shape was engraved, and a powerful light emitted from it as soon as it opened, swallowing Gowther whole.
"Take care, dear Gowther MacTeer."
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Inside Training Hall No. 005-G, in the west wing, there were two gems; One is a light crimson red, and the other is a blackish-blue red. They were close together, and the light emanating from them began to grow stronger and stronger as they got closer.
"It's over. It took three full days. "He's terrifyingly talented."
There was something of admiration in Christian's tone as he looked at the two shards that began to merge together: the light crimson red shard, representing Gowther McTire, and the blue-black shard, representing LS 04 76, one of the Masters of the Path of Death.
Everyone's gazes were calm as they watched Gowther's body begin to take shape again.
Leon created a barrier that prevented the energy from escaping, preventing others from feeling the sudden surge of energy.
"There's not much left. Just a quarter of an hour, and he will wake up."
Yuta was speaking in a calm tone as he looked at them.
"Well, he spent three whole days waking up after breaking through the Boundless rank. But how could LS 04 76 not control his body?
"This leaves us with one assumption: they made an agreement. It's great. I remember that Uta killed nearly five billion people when 01 00 BO, or Master of the Path of Death, took control."
Kazuhiro's tone was somewhat sarcastic, but Yuuta ignored his words. Although he was making fun of him, he realized, as did the others, that if they had been in his place they would not have been able to regain their bodies again.
This made them agree on one thing: Yuta was the most dangerous person among them, not only because of his strength, but also because of his intelligence; He achieved 80% of his victories using his mind and plans, while he achieved 20% of them through direct combat.
Fifteen minutes later, Gowther's body was fully formed again, and he began to slowly open his eyes due to the pain he felt. So he had difficulty opening them, and was unable to do so until several minutes had passed.
He found everyone looking at him with happy smiles on their faces. Even Yuta, who only smiled when he wanted to cause disaster, had a warm smile on his face.
"Congratulations, Gowther! Well done on reaching Boundless rank. You are the first mortal entity to reach it in a million years, and at such a young age, especially after placing a barrier that prevents entities from reaching the Boundless rank easily."Yuta's tone of voice was calm as he gave Gowther a healing potion to treat his mental condition, which had become catastrophic due to what he had gone through during the Merit Exam.
Gowther drank it straight, because his mind was suffering from extreme stress from the drain of his mental strength trying to understand and keep up with everything he had seen and experienced within that strange world.
But the problem that made his headache worse was that he did not remember anything that happened to him; As if he had done nothing but sleep.
"It was a strange experience. Who would have thought that breaking through to the Boundless rank would be this difficult? So, I am the strongest human being in this world."
Gowther's tone held something of light sarcasm as he looked at them.
"Actually, no. "You are not the strongest human being in this particular ordinary world, nor in the imaginary world in general."
Yuta spoke in a calm tone, crushing Gowther's happiness in an instant.
"Oh, yes, I forgot. There are those who reached the Boundless rank billions of years before me, and there are those who have surpassed it as well. However, what ranks come after Boundless?"
Nicholas put his hand to his chin, trying to collect his thoughts, or just pretending to, then redirected his gaze to Gowther.
"There are five levels.
First level: Boundless or 0 Layer.
Its short definition is the basic level of Boundless rank, infinitely superior to High 1-A.
Second level: 0-FIN.
It is a layer that lies above Boundless, and is briefly defined as bounded layers, i.e. layers above the basic Boundless.
Level Three: INF-0.
Its short definition is that it is infinite layers, superior to all finite layers. The rulers of the ordinary worlds had reached this layer.
Level 4: OMM-0.
They are non-scalable layers, higher than Infinite Layers, which is the previous layer. The rulers of imaginary worlds have reached this layer.
Level 5: IRR-0.
These are "irrelevant" layers, as the difference between them and lower levels becomes unimportant. Fantasy World Builders usually reach this level, and 90% of Fantasy World Rulers have reached it. The remaining 10% have exceeded this rank.
Therefore, the order of the Boundless levels, except for Boundless Slayer, was wrong from the writer, because he did not know the correct order of the Boundless levels.
Next, there is the Trans-Omnipotent level, that is, the power that transcends all. It, like the Boundless levels, consists of five levels.
However, now is not the time to get to know her. You have to reach IRR-05 level to be able to get out of this world. Then you will have reached the second level of the Assassination Concept Pavilion.
You have to persevere to reach the second level of your ward.
However, congratulations, Isaac, on reaching the rank of Boundless."
A half-hearted smile appeared on Gowther's face as he looked at his fist. Hearing Nicholas' explanation was like pouring cold water on the fire of vanity and arrogance that had begun to grow within him.
However, his smile turned from cold to warm. What he felt was not arrogance, but rather self-satisfaction, that turbulent and volatile feeling that was his first and most dangerous enemy of all.
"Thank you, Muhammad. Your words were very helpful to me. Rather, thanks to all of you for supporting me throughout my breakthrough to Boundless. Thanks again."
Hilarious smiles appeared on everyone's faces. Although they are monsters and cosmic entities in the eyes of all the entities in this world, each of them knows the origin of the others; They were all ordinary humans, and they were communicating with each other in their original lives.
"Life is really strange. There are only three years left to prepare for the unknown future. Isn't what I said true? We are holders of different wings, yet we were meant to be enemies among ourselves."
There was a slight smile on Inuyasha's face as he looked at his comrades.
In the world outside this fantasy world, the owners of the major, secondary, and outer wings were fighting among themselves to obtain each other's wings. The only way to obtain someone else's wing is to either inherit it, provided that the owner of the wing who wants to inherit it has reached the fifth level, or to kill the owner of the wing.
That's why Inuyasha said they were supposed to be enemies, because their basic wings were coveted; Those with the Ruler Path and all the other twenty-six paths, without exception, seek to possess it.