Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later
Chapter 222 - 222 Dementia and Prize

222 Dementia and Prize

The power of the Moon Realm link was directly from the Void Sovereign Himself, and blocking them from Black Crow Gaze was not something that a new Demon General, Dementia, could do.

It was clear that this had the approval and support of its master, Absurdity Jester.

The Thousand-faced Dancer had this in mind and so did not plan on solving the problem through violence like Carnage. Instead, it tried to talk to the other party and at least replace out the other Void Sovereign’s attitude in this matter.

However, when the Thousand-faced Dancer spoke, Dementia only yawned and scratched its butt before settling into a more comfortable position on the float. It completely ignored the Demon General in its dance dress.

This made the Dancer’s face stiffen, as being ignored in front of the four legions was nearly an insult to it, especially since vanity was its life.

But before it could get angry, Dementia’s attendant, who was wiping saliva from the corner of their mouth, spoke.

“Lord Dementia just said that it’s relaying the fate declared by Our Lord Valk—the time hasn’t come yet. The fates of Black Crow Gaze and the Moon Realm Calamity aren’t here yet. Please make a choice when the time is right,” the attendant in the tuxedo said calmly.

Dementia turned its head slightly to look at the attendant, though its dazed expression remained the same. To others, it seemed as if it were expressing its thoughts.

Seeing that someone was finally willing to answer, the Thousand-faced Dancer asked, “In other words, your master already plans on taking the side of the Heartless and becoming our enemy. And you don’t plan on giving way, right?”

“Heartless” was a disdainful term for the eccentric sovereign, Steelheart Widow, in the Moon Realm.

The attendant turned to Dementia and asked for its opinion on the question posed by the Thousand-faced Dancer, who couldn’t hide its killing intent.

Dementia’s face, with its incomprehensible and retarded expression, was reflected in the attendant’s wise and firm eyes. After listening to the other party’s confused muttering for a few seconds, Dementia nodded slightly and whispered, “I get what you mean, m’lord.”

With that, the attendant replied to the Thousand-faced Dancer, “Lord Dementia said that as employees of the Fanatic Theater, we have never had a fixed camp. Even if there has to be one, we will only stand on the side of an interesting fate. Our original intention was not to have a conflict with you because it would seem boring.

“But now that you’re blocking our path to the end, chaotic conflicts will definitely happen in the future.”

The person speaking was Erosion, a humanoid formed by the residue of countless rotten things. Its voice was like the flapping of flies.

Erosion symbolized the remains left behind after the end of all things and was a Demon General who had briefly fought William’s clone on April Fool’s Day.

The attendant immediately replied to this, “No, we really didn’t mean to have a conflict. Lord Dementia said that it can make way, but the prerequisite is that the Moonanchor you carry has to stay. Black Crow Gaze isn’t a place to unleash their true functions, and now isn’t the time for them to appear.”

Upon hearing this, the Demon Generals standing in front turned around and looked behind them at the four big fellows that were well protected by the elite troops in the middle of the legion.

These were the Moonanchors, secret weapons that the Demon Generals planned on using to fight the Moon Realm Calamity.

In the past thousand years, the ten Moon Realm Void Sovereigns had forged these divine artifacts to anchor Currere for the plane fusion.

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“I’ll ask again, why do I need your help?”

After receiving Blake’s report, William sensed something was off and asked,

Blake usually kept the coordinates of Black Crow Gaze’s Moon Realm hidden, but the appearance of a large Lunar Monster army could only mean that Aiur’s conversation with him had caused a violent reaction from the other Moon Realm sovereigns.

It was possible that these sovereigns would even participate personally. If that was the case, their current situation was precarious since they were on the Moon Realm’s home turf.

Aiur calmly responded to William’s worried question, “Because this matter isn’t as simple as you think.”

“But you said before that this was a very simple ritual?”

“The ritual itself is simple, but it will be very difficult for you to handle the consequences,” the other replied calmly.

“What will happen?”William asked.

“When the true king of Currere ascends the throne, it means Currere is ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“War,” Aiur said simply.

“War with whom?”

“The Moon Realm.”

Isn’t that obvious?

William couldn’t help but want to blurt out, but he held back and changed his words.

“The war between the Moon Realm and Currere has always been a part of history.”

Aiur’s icy expression changed slightly at William’s words, as if she was slightly surprised.

Of course, for Steelheart Widow Aiur, even a slight surprise meant a lot.

“So you always thought those were wars?” Aiur asked.

Without waiting for a response, She continued, “Actually, other than the war 1,008 years ago, which you call the Moon Realm Crisis and which could barely even be considered a war, there has never been a real war between the Currere and the Moon Realm like you think.”

William was confused by Aiur’s words.

“The Moon Realm Crisis was barely considered a war?” he repeated.

William was thinking to himself, Come on. I beat the whole game. I even experienced the outcome of the Moon Realm winning and defeating the three Void Sovereigns in a certain ending. If the Moon Realm was as powerful as you say, how could that have happened?

But of course, William didn’t say this out loud.

Aiur hesitated for a moment before asking, “Calamity, do you know the ultimate goal of the Moon Realm?”

This question stumped William.

As the ultimate antagonist faction in the game, the Moon Realm never seemed to reveal its true goal.

One could say the King of Deathblood wanted to create more killing, that Absurdity Jester wanted more drama, or that the Whispering Empress wanted to weave more schemes.

But none of these seemed to be the ultimate goal, like the traditional villains in other works.

Apocalypse? Chaos? Eternal rule?

None of that happened.

In fact, as the Moon Realm reflected Currere, it would cease to exist once Currere was completely destroyed.

“So… what is its ultimate goal?” William asked.

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“The Void Sovereign’s war in the Moon Realm has much greater consequences than what we do in Currere. This is because our ultimate goal is to determine the one winner, who will receive the prize of Currere… or rather, the new Currere formed by their Moon Realm domain,” Aiur explained.

“Do you understand? Currere is just the final prize for us. When someone becomes the Eighth Holy Spirit and the true king of Currere, it means that all of Currere will join this grand game and fight for their future.”