The cross disappears.

When hope is shattered, when God decides to end this game.

When the countdown to human survival begins.

When the angel representing death is about to fall to earth.

How many people dare to look directly into the darkness, and who is willing to face death?

Who else is willing to light up the world?

boom!

The red overlord color blooms again in the blue sea.

Someone gave the answer.

I dare!

The courage to face the gods and his own awareness make the intensity of the overlord color this time even higher.

The red domineering field instantly covered several miles in radius.

The enthusiasm inside, as well as the unyielding passion and belief are all burning in it.

It is so dazzling above the sea wrapped in fear.

Youthful spirit? No! It is the consciousness of a staunch revolutionary warrior.

But this is far from enough, far from being a match for the gods and angels in the sky.

This is just ordinary domineering, just like a small spark that only shines in a small area of ​​perspective.

Im in the sky didn't even look at it.

The soldiers of the Alliance Army were surprised at first, and then felt disappointed.

This is not a light, just a match. Such a fire cannot illuminate everyone's heart.

Rosinandi, who was standing there, also felt a little disappointed.

Wasn't that sentence meant for me?

But.......

"Everything...is given to us."

Rosinandi, who had pushed his domineering power to the limit, felt exhausted.

He can feel his own shortcomings and understand that this kind of performance is not enough.

The heavy pressure exerts a firm control on my mind.

Phew~~

Put aside all distracting thoughts and try again!

Follow the feeling, Teacher Noah must have left something behind.

Rosinandi's mind once again sank into his overbearing lust.

Consciousness travels throughout the red world following the domineering energy.

The difference between this place and Teacher Noah's is too big. It's desolate. This is the difference in appearance.

It's not the strength and size, but the lack of the core thing.

There are no comrades here, no ordinary people, no anger of the people.

This is an incomplete red domineering.

As I walked, I reached the edge.

Extremely depressed, he suddenly raised his head and looked at a place where the aura that made him feel so familiar was there.

"This!...So that's where everything is!"

There is endless darkness ahead, but there is a red star in the distance that is emitting light and heat.

"Teacher Noah! That's it!"

He stepped out of his own world and into the darkness.

Ignoring the warning from the soul, ignoring the fear of death.

In the world of thought, distance is a very vague concept. He didn't know how long he would go, but he knew that as long as he kept walking, he would reach it.

This is the path of Rocinante.

As soon as I walked out, I felt a sharp pain in my soul, as if I had been cut to pieces by a thousand cuts.

The pain cannot be shielded, not even numb.

so what.

He continued to walk fearlessly, and the domineering figure behind him followed him into the distance, like a long passage.

Fragments of the past along the way flashed in my mind.

Born in the Holy Land of Marie Joa, he is a Celestial Dragon of the Don Quixote family, one of the so-called 20 royal families.

He has been superior to all humans on the sea since birth.

Then his father took him away from the Holy Land and returned to ordinary people's lives.

Then human malice enveloped them, and the whole family suffered brutal persecution.

The longing for the outside world turned into fear and...hatred.

In the raging fire, his brother chose to go to the extreme of evil, wanting to turn the sea into complete chaos and want to see people's lives harvested at will.

And he went to the navy.

Adopted by his adoptive father Sengoku, he practiced the justice of the navy and returned to the Don Quixote family to work as an undercover agent.

As for the senses of ordinary people, how can we not mind if we have been hurt?

Until someone tells him what the right path is, a new world slowly unfolds.

Then on Drum Island he finally put down some things and picked up some things on his back.

When Rosinandi came back to his senses, he had already walked in front of the star.

Noble beliefs, unyielding will, anger against injustice, and passionate singing.

Everything is placed here, the source of the light.

"I found it!"

Then... what to do?

The heat wave is burning the consciousness, and the weakening of the will means that the end is coming soon.

Inspire the power of the stars? Carry it away directly? Jump in and seek death?

This is the will of the teacher. Once you enter, you will be assimilated into a virtual shadow.

hateful!

When you are at a loss.

Crunch~

The sound of a door opening appeared in the world of consciousness.

Wrong...an illusion? Of course not!

Anger and the power of will roared in, and Rosinandy was enveloped in it and experienced an unforgettable baptism.

The scorching power burned every inch of flesh and bone in his body, and his will, thoughts, and soul began to burn in the flames.

ah!!!!

It was in this unknown place that he fell into the deepest suffering.

A lot of thoughts, a lot of pictures, a lot of emotions are reshaping his domineering power.

He saw the struggles of ordinary people in troubled times.

The pirates burned, killed and robbed the village, which was ignited into a ball of fire. The villagers knelt down outside the village and cried in pain, and then were directly slaughtered by the pirates.

The world government colludes with countries to squeeze everyone's physical and spiritual energy to serve those nobles who do not produce.

I also saw that those in power were trampling on the dignity of ordinary people at will, breaking up their families, and depriving them of the hope of living.

Women and children, miserable farmers, tired workers. Thousands of families.

Everything is floating in this sea of ​​fire.

Then they all finally stopped and looked at Rosinandi who had been burned into a ball of fire and watched quietly.

As if to say, do you really know us? Can you really bear our anger?

The endless anger accumulated by the poor people on the sea was beyond Rosindi's ability to bear. He also felt extremely painful and regretful.
To be continued...