1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

218 Aiur’s Request

“What deal?” William asked as he simultaneously warned Blake through his soul voice to not be hasty in removing the coordinates and ‘squeezing’ the Void Sovereign back to the Moon Realm in front of him.

He wanted to hear what deal this Void Sovereign, who had the least presence, wanted to make with him.

After all, the deal he had made with the Void Sovereign with the strongest presence had greatly benefited him.

However, even though William understood that the Void Sovereign had the ability to harm him, he found himself feeling a dangerous sense of calm when the Void Sovereign’s projection suddenly appeared in front of him.

That’s right, a dangerous sense of calmness.

William understood that the Void Sovereign had the ability to harm him, he found himself unable to be vigilant or nervous.

It was as if all the emotions in his heart that required passion had been drained out of thin air.

This even made him hesitate when he tried to mobilize his magic power to be on guard.

Magic was a combination of passion and reason—guiding magic from the Astral World required sensibility to construct a connection with the stars, and weaving magic spells required logical thinking ability and a deep understanding of the Currere rules.

Any delay in either significantly hindered the magic casting. Previously, when William met Valk at the Fanatic Theater, the latter was affected. Now, when facing Steelheart Widow Aiur, it was William’s turn.

If it were in-game, it would be equivalent to having a debuff on his mana regeneration speed, William thought.

The simple numerical changes in-game turned into a real sensory experience after entering reality.

If you agree to help me do something, I’ll tell you the truth. How about that?

The cold, crisp voice echoed in William’s soul.

“Madam Aiur, according to your contract with Tacma, the construction of the Eighth Throne is almost finished. Please get rid of this vigilante who shouldn’t even be here. Only then can your long-cherished wish…”

Before William could answer because of Aiur’s calm aura, the Tacma Church member being held up by two Death Spirits shouted,

Can’t this fellow read the situation? William thought. He interrupted him and said, “Can you be more specific? What do you need me to do, and what truth will you tell me?”

William couldn’t just blindly agree to a request like “before I tell you what happened, swear that you won’t be mad about it.” He wasn’t even Aiur’s girlfriend. What if She wanted him to commit suicide?

“At least tell me how difficult the task is.”

Aiur, dressed in a black evening gown, looked at William coldly.

She didn’t use Her soul voice this time. Instead, She said, “That task would have been a piece of cake for you, but Calamity… No, William Kane, why did you refuse to join us?”

William was taken aback by the sudden question. He asked cautiously, “Why do you think I would agree?”

“Madam Aiur, this person isn’t what you imagine. He…”

The Tacma tried to defend himself, but Aiur only gave him a brief glance before making him grip his neck and produce menacing sounds. The Tacma’s face turned ashen.

Aiur turned back to William and said, “For me, you should choose to become a Void Sovereign.”

William felt a series of question marks appear over his head.

What do you mean by I should become a Void Sovereign for you? Do I know you?

Before he could ask these questions, Aiur stunned him with Her next words.

“This way, you can kill me and let me die as I wish.”

William didn’t know what expression he had, but he couldn’t help glancing over at the Tacma Church member beside him. The man looked like he had just had his entire worldview shattered.

“This is what you want me to help you do?” William asked, barely able to get the words out.

“Is it very difficult to understand? Only Void Sovereigns can kill each other,” Aiur replied, Her tone unchanged.

“Then, you can ask the King of Blood, Brand, to do it… I don’t think that the perverted head enthusiast will reject the addition of a sovereign’s head to His collection.”

“But I can only accept being killed by the person I love.”

“Mm? Mm! Mm mm mm mm…”

William didn’t need to turn around to know that the Tacma was in shock.

To be honest, if not for the other party’s calm halo, the expression on his face probably wouldn’t be much better than the other guy.

What the hell?! What do you mean by you only accepting being killed by the person you love?

She then specified that I am to kill Her?

What was this? A confession?

And even if it was, didn’t it sound too terrifying?

William took a deep breath and asked patiently, “Can you help me figure this out?”

He knew that the title of Void Sovereign carried a special symbolic meaning. Essentially, one could roughly guess the other person’s image and personality just by looking at Their name.

In this case, the person in front of him had the title of Steelheart and Widow. It wasn’t a good thing to have Her pining over him.

Furthermore, as a symbolic domain, for a Void Sovereign, who was the antithesis of love, to fall in love with others, William felt that this was similar to the King of Deathblood calmly reasoning with others or the Absurdity Jester following the rules one day. It was abnormal to the point of horror.

Something was definitely off.

“Literally. I hope you can kill me completely. In return, I can tell you the truth.”

“What truth?”

William continued asking when he saw that the other party didn’t seem eager to explain further.

“The truth about you.”

“Me?”

William pointed at himself with amusement and sneered.

“What truth can I have that needs you to tell me?”

Although William’s response seemed calm and confident, his heart skipped a beat at the mention of a truth he didn’t know.

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The truth about himself…

Could the truth She spoke of refer to his identity as a transmigrator?

What else could it be?

As if She had anticipated William’s response, Aiur continued, “Of course you have a truth you don’t know… Think back. Do you remember where you went in the 1,008 years you disappeared?”

William fell silent for a long time before finally replying, “I don’t know.”

This wasn’t a lie. In William’s consciousness, he didn’t do anything. He only waited for the game to go offline. When he came back to his senses, more than a thousand years had passed. Although transmigration didn’t make sense, William wanted to know why he transmigrated to the Vic Continent more than a thousand years later if possible.

“Then kill me. I’ll tell you the truth.”

William didn’t want to snap back about how the other party would tell him the truth if he really killed Her. Instead, he raised the key issue.

“I can’t do it.”

If William could kill a Void Sovereign, he wouldn’t have to be so careful.

The Void Sovereign had already been deeply bound to the relevant concepts and had even become an undying existence. Even with Judgment equipment, he could only severely injure or seal Them.

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A complete kill was basically impossible theoretically.

Furthermore, the Judgment equipment corresponding to Steelheart Widow Aiur, Judgment 3, had long disappeared into the vast sea with its owner, Frost Lich Nehe, the third Judge.

The current him couldn’t even truly injure the Void Sovereign.

However…

“You can do it. As long as you ascend the throne of the Eighth Holy Spirit, you can obtain the right to kill me in Currere. This throne was built for you,” Aiur said.

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