The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"Pap, tap, tap..."

The game controller studded with diamonds and purple gold tapped on the man's right leg one after another. Perhaps he himself was not aware of his movements.

He rested his left hand on the velvet-padded chair and supported his cheek with his fingers. His fair face was dotted with blond hair and blue eyes. If the outline of his jaw wasn't too square, it would be easy for people to think of him as a woman.

Well? female?

Otto Apokalis suddenly laughed, his suppressed smile full of self-deprecation and madness.

A long time ago, no, it doesn't seem that long.

In that era that he often recalled but did not want to recall or dare not recall, one of the most important reasons why he was unpopular in the family was because he was as beautiful as a girl and was frail and sick when he was a child. I feel weak and incompetent again.

But...is that really the case?

A member of the Apokalis family, no matter whether they are male or female, no matter what their original appearance is, as long as they are immersed in this family for ten years, no, as long as five years, they will inevitably change beyond recognition and become a sinister, cruel, and ruthless monster.

You can't do this, haha...

Besides, so what if he is weak and incompetent? In the end, isn’t it Apokalis who lives to this day?

Nicholas, Lisa, Marcel, Fabian... He had even forgotten where their tombs were, and he had not visited them for at least four hundred years.

People in the past should stay in the past, there is no need to cause trouble for the present, except...

"call……"

Otto Apocalis breathed a sigh of relief.

This is why he doesn't want or dare to recall that era.

Over the years, it wasn't like no one had mentioned that era to him unintentionally, and every time he could put a fake smile on his face and put them off with an elegant and sincere smile.

But that doesn't mean he enjoys recalling that era.

"Crack!"

Otto squeezed the game controller, looked up at the sunlight seeping through the gaps in the curtains, estimated the time, and felt that there was still some distance before the scheduled working time.

He sat up straight and glanced at his number one game score on the computer screen, feeling bored again for a moment.

But now is my free time, what else can I do if I don’t play games?

Working overtime just for fun? There doesn't seem to be anything that requires overtime.

But if I want to continue playing games, I have no interest in it.

This may be what his old friend once said to him, "Longevity is not a blessing, on the contrary, it is a drag."

Most things have been experienced, most emotions have been experienced, the expectation for this world has long been worn away, the long past has become a burden that cannot be shaken off, and the future that has not yet been welcomed is gradually in his hands. It’s finalized, there’s no uncertainty at all. If it weren't for that sole goal, he would probably give himself one now... Ha, that's right. If it weren't for her, he would have no reason to live five hundred years later.

As for going out for a walk? Maybe it was a good idea. Even though he had survived five hundred years, he still didn't have the chance to visit every corner of the world.

No, not to mention money, his time is completely enough. Especially at this time, his authority in Destiny can no longer be shaken in the slightest. Of course, conflicts with reverse entropy exist, and conflicts occur from time to time, but after all, they are not like the one in New York decades ago.

Since they were forced to join forces in Siberia more than ten years ago, the two organizations seem to be on the same page, but the Anti-Entropy headquarters in America has not been so sharp in its attitude towards the destiny. Nowadays, there are some executives who overestimate their abilities and like to challenge destiny.

And the resources mobilized by an executive officer can at most cause some insignificant conflicts. Those are just minor problems that only need to be dispatched by B-level Valkyries to deal with them.

Of course, in addition to reverse entropy, Tianming is not without other opponents. Although the Taixu Sect has never had any plans to expand its power outside of China for hundreds of years, his old friend has always maintained a neutral attitude between anti-entropy and destiny, and does not allow the two to have too much power. The earth is infiltrating into China, which is somewhat inhumane.

That's right, her stance may be more inclined to World Snake. But maybe, after all, in a sense, she was the one who struck the final blow five hundred years ago...

Forget it, there's no point thinking about it.

In short, he has enough time. He has a lot of time to go out and build more connections with the world.

He just... didn't want to do it.

He was just scared.

As a person who should have been buried in the dust of history five hundred years ago, his soul, his desires, and most of his emotions all stayed five hundred years ago. In fact, he is not very adaptable to his current life.

His eyes swept across the computer screen and towards Kallen's figure on the table...

Yes, he enjoys modern life, higher technology, and more fun. But enjoyment doesn't mean adaptation, it doesn't mean happiness.

If you want to adapt to a new life, you must deal with your past self.

Maybe it's cutting, maybe it's acceptance.

Those who cannot do this can only stay in the past and cannot extricate themselves.

But is it really difficult to cut off from your past self, or accept your past self, so as to move towards and integrate into the future?

Of course it’s difficult, but it’s not impossible.

It may take some time, you may need to endure some pain, you may need to lose something temporarily or permanently, but it is not impossible.

He just doesn't want to do it, doesn't want to do it, or doesn't dare to do it.

Because once he chooses to move towards the future, he must give up his only true wish for five hundred years. Perhaps for him, such a choice will make it easier for him, but he knows that this is not what he wants.

The only true wish is the only one he can give up everything just to get, how can he do it for Otto Apocalis himself... Oh, accept the future, move towards the future, what a nice word, but it can only Let him gain a moment of relaxation.

In this world, the only thing he fears is death, and the only thing that can give him eternal peace and relaxation is death. To be precise, it is death in order to achieve the only true wish.

Isn't this a kind of selfishness... Ah, yes, yes, isn't he, Otto Apokalis, a hopelessly selfish person who only wants to save a person who may not accept such salvation herself? ?

"So, my old friend, sometimes I really envy you..."

His eyes moved away from Karen's handicraft and fell on a photo that had already turned yellow but was beautifully preserved.

There are four figures in the photo, he and another man standing on both sides, and she and her "old friend" standing in the middle.

She was holding an exaggerated half-face mask in her hand, wearing a dirty cloak, but with a proud smile like a winner on her lips.

Otto stared at her smiling face for a while, and finally turned his attention to the old friend with depressed eyebrows and a complicated expression, and quickly slid to "him" again.

"Tsk!"

No, it should be "Him".

Otto put down the game controller and spread his hands flat on the table, as if holding something. The next moment, a burst of light flashed, and a golden cube appeared in his hand.

Otto played aimlessly with this useless cube, as if he were playing with a Rubik's Cube.

Then, all the memories that happened five hundred years ago came out involuntarily. Otto frowned and sighed imperceptibly.

"Yu Duchen..."

No, the more he thought about it, the more envious he became.

The side effect of Yu Duchen's first rated power is a disaster that many people cannot avoid. But for a person with a heavy past that she can't let go of, it is a boost that enables her to walk into the future lightly and accept the future.

I'm afraid this is what Chinese people say, "a blessing in disguise", right?

Otto sat alone for a long time, until the light seeping through the gaps in the curtains changed direction and even changed color, then he pressed the red bell on the table.

Almost at the same time as the bell rang, the curtains in the room opened to both sides, revealing the sunset half hanging in the sea of ​​blood-red clouds.

Behind him, the door was gently opened, and a petite figure walked in, placed a goblet in his hand, and then gently poured half a glass of red wine.

"My Lord Bishop, today's affairs have been handled by Amber, and all records have been uploaded to the terminal. Do you need to check?"

Otto did not reply, but held up the goblet with his palm, pointed the bright red liquid towards the setting sun, and squinted his eyes to look directly at the refracted light.

"snort……"

Otto snorted lightly and did not answer the question.

"Amber, Did Theresa bring the Third Herrscher and K423 back to Saint Freya?"

Otto's thoughts jumped a bit quickly, but Amber was not surprised by this, and she replied without emotion:

"Yeah, they didn't even restrict the Third Herrscher's freedom too much, but they put a mini-bomb in her heart without her own consent."

"Pfft! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Otto laughed without any image. He wiped his tears and shook his head:

"Theresa... Theresa... Is this what you and Cecilia believe in? You keep saying that you believe in love, but you have to use cold-blooded means to realize this love. So, cold-blooded means It has become a fait accompli, how different is it from simple cold-bloodedness?"

Amber stood aside with no reaction, making people even doubt whether she had hearing.

As for whether there are turbulence in his heart, no one knows.

After laughing for a while, Otto's breath gradually stabilized. He suddenly stood up and said directly, regardless of the red wine he had not tasted yet:

"Let's go, Amber, let's go and see how Teresa has done with St. Freya."

"Uh... Then, Mr. Bishop, the documents for the past two days..."

"Just do what you want."

"No, Lord Bishop, I mean the documents for the next two days."

"Huh? It's up to you to handle it. Is there any problem?"

Otto took his coat off the hanger and put it on casually.

"But, Lord Bishop, didn't you just say 'we'?"

"Uh-huh?"

Otto held his chin, as if he had just realized how hasty his decision had been.

"However, if we want to go to St. Freya now, it will take half a day at the fastest from the headquarters airport to the Far East Branch. Considering the time difference, it will probably be dusk. Do you want Lady Theresa to prepare... "

"No!"

Otto waved his hand.

"No, no, no! Don't tell Theresa about this."

Otto put his coat back on the hanger.

"We still have to find another way..."

He touched his chin, which was as smooth as metal, and a rather evil idea gradually formed in his mind.

"Okay Amber, I'll go alone. But... I have to change my body."

"Okay, Lord Bishop. Which body do you need? I will help you prepare it."

Although she could not understand the bishop's thoughts at all, Amber still followed her usual habits and prepared to do her part.

"Haha, no need. This time, I have to use some strange methods."

"Strange...method?"

Amber tilted her head, obviously not understanding what Otto meant.

…………

"boom!"

The basketball hit the rim hard and bounced high.

"Ahhhh!! Mei Mei! This doesn't count, let me do it again!"

The girl with two long braids on the court jumped up on the spot, easily jumped three or four meters in height, and hugged the basketball again.

Otto Apokalis sat on a bench outside the basketball court and watched the scene with interest.

I still remember that five hundred years ago, a man once talked to himself and said a lot of words to him that he could not understand at that time. One of the passages is——

"Love is a very strange thing... I'm probably not qualified to discuss this kind of thing. But I think you have... the potential.

"It obviously comes from the goodwill and possessiveness towards that one and only existence, but for some ordinary people, it is precisely because of their love for that one and only existence that they care extra about everything related to her, her family, her Dreams, objects she had owned.

"So, that only love spread around her and was distributed to many things that were not the only one. This behavior is called 'Love House and Crow' in China."

Otto admitted that he was an incorrigible worldly person.

Maybe, maybe it was because of her that he cared so much about the Kaslana family. Because of her, he cared so much about Theresa, Bianca and even... No, no, no, he paid attention to them and K423, just Because Theresa and Bianca are the external forces he must rely on to open the door of truth, and K423, the girl who will inevitably become the second Herrscher again, is the indispensable key for him to open the door of truth. That's all.

There is no such thing as Aiwujiwu, never has been.

Because the entire Kaslana has been reduced to the situation where only a few people are left today. It cannot be said that it is all his fault, but he at least deserves the most credit.

"Hehehehehe...hahahahaha...hahahahaha!"

He once again let out a suppressed and crazy smile, but the voice that came out was not the magnetic voice that he was used to.

On the contrary, the childishness and vicissitudes of life coexisted in that laughter, which was extremely weird.

Otto then belatedly remembered that the body he was using now was the same age as when he first met her...

"Okay Kiana, stop playing..."

"No, Mei! Let me play for a while! I will definitely make the shot this time!"

"Idiot Kiana, you haven't made a single shot all afternoon..."

"Okay, okay, go back, Kiana. It's dinner time. The beef we cooked last time..."

"Ah! What! It's time to have dinner! Let's go, let's go!"

"boom!"

The basketball hit the rim lightly and hit the ground hard again, but this time, no one picked it up.

Otto stared at the round basketball, and in a trance, the impressions of the sphere and the setting sun gradually overlapped.

"Huh? Are you... lost with your family?"

"!"

Otto tried his best to pretend to be calm and turned his head, glanced at Theresa who was standing beside him, tilting her head to look at him, and said in a calm tone:

"No, I'm just walking around alone. My family will pick me up later."

"Huh? Really..."

Theresa nodded. Although St. Freya is a Valkyrie training school, like most universities, it is semi-open to the outside world. It is not surprising for outsiders to sneak in during the holidays.

It's just that for such a young child to be alone, it's really a bit...

"But, are you too precocious a little brat? Do you have such a straight face at such a young age?"

"I……"

The corners of Otto's mouth twitched, and he swallowed back the words he almost blurted out, and changed his words to a more childish one:

"Tch! Who are you calling a brat? Aren't you about the same age as me?"

"You and I!"

Theresa was suddenly hit in a painful spot, but she didn't know how to refute. Her whole face was swollen like a balloon while being stained with the blush of sunset.

"Gululu..."

Otto blinked and pretended nothing happened. Theresa's eyes slowly moved down, stopping on Otto's belly.

"Sigh... Whether you are lost with your family or just wandering around alone, you must be hungry, right?"

"I...I'm not hungry!"

Otto turned his head and pointed the back of his head at Theresa.

But the next moment, his stomach rumbled again.

"Pfft!"

Theresa quickly covered her mouth. For some reason, the arrogant little boy in front of her always gave her an extremely familiar feeling.

"Today is a day off, and the canteen is closed. We all make some by ourselves... Oh, by the way! We made more beef before, and it doesn't taste delicious, but it's still edible. I'll get you some. !”

"I don't……"

"Gululu..."

"Hahaha, okay, wait here, I'll get you some beef!"

Teresa patted his head gently, then ran away with short legs and disappeared.

Otto Apokalis could leave quietly at this time. After all, the longer he stayed in close proximity with Teresa, the easier it would be to reveal his identity and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

but……

He stared blankly at the lone basketball on the empty basketball court.

He stared blankly at the setting sun half hanging in the sea of ​​blood-red clouds.

The boundaries between past and present, illusion and future began to blur, and he was vaguely confused about who she was.

He stayed there until Theresa's figure appeared in sight again.