Translator: HunterW
Editor: RED
==[Descendant of the Destruction God (1/1), (Passive)
Obtain the Power of Destruction, however, you are not allowed to have the Power. This Power can only be completed upon your destruction. In other words, it marks the end of Destruction.
3 of the 7 options below can be awarded to your Comrades.
Only one Comrade: that comrade can have all 3 rewards.
Two Comrades: the First Comrade can have 2 of the rewards; the Second can have 1 reward.]==
==[Once Descendant of the Destruction God is completed:
Option 1: Absolute Destruction (1% chance to inflict instant death upon enemies.)
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All actions related to Destruction will increase the rate of completion.
At 99% completion, the remaining 1% will come from the user’s Destruction.
Skill points required: 0
Golden rings required: 0]
Muskan couldn’t find the words to describe how she felt as she read through the third random skill’s description. This skill benefited others upon her death, her destruction.
She knew she was different from others when she could learn three random skills while everyone else could only learn one. This third skill was just weird.
There was more to the skill description.
==[Additional benefits can be gained by acquiring a chance to learn skills regardless of Ranks.]==
==[Should you decide not to learn Descendant of the Destruction God:
All Stats increased by 1000 points.
Increase all ATT-based damage by twofold against enemies.]==
Even turning down the skill would give her one hell of a boost. On one hand, Muskan was ecstatic. She finally had a chance to end her eternal life after becoming a deva. On the other hand, she was sad. She had no one to become her comrades and to grant them those seven options.
Over the past couple of years, Muskan had met several masters of large guilds and leaders of powerful organizations, and conversed with them. Many of them were known as the embodiment of charity and she had seen them act as such. However…she knew the truth after she conversed with every single one of them. Their true selves were so much different from the personas they had for others to see.
Muskan could see that the seven options were powerful, so powerful that she couldn’t let just anyone have them. That would be the most irresponsible thing for her to do.
Even though Muskan had her own fair share of hardships in the past, the reason she didn’t step up to help others was that she knew it was difficult. All of the conversations she had with others confirmed that fact as well. She didn’t have the ability to gather like-minded people, and it wasn’t worth it if there was a chance someone could come along and destroy all that hard work.
If she couldn’t do it properly, it wasn’t right to do it at all.
“Accept.”
==[You have accepted Descendant of the Destruction God.]==
In the end, Muskan accepted her fate to be destroyed.
==[The Destruction God will now begin to awaken. All actions related to Destruction will increase the rate of completion.]==
“I’ll have to look for them.” She couldn’t just make anyone her Comrade. Muskan couldn’t let this second chance go to waste now. She switched her goal from getting stronger to ending it all. She no longer hunted monsters anymore. She went around, hoping to find someone powerful, someone worthy enough to be her Comrade, and conversed with countless people.
However, no matter how hard she searched, she couldn’t find anyone who stood out. Muskan only wanted one thing; if they could work together with her.
Muskan only wanted someone who would at least turn back to those who struggled in this hellish life, to at least to think about helping them, but it seemed that no one like that existed.
Muskan grew tired of it after searching through countless places. She spent several months and was about to lose all hope until she met him. Lagus Aman!
“Why are you frowning like that?”
“There are so many people who need help. Because my guild destroyed the Shudra’s Sunil Guild. Because we crushed their hopes and dreams.”
“But you weren’t part of it.”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I was powerless to stop it. I’m also the eldest son of the Ravi Guild. I won’t ever be able to escape that guilt, and it would be wrong for me to try.”.
“Then what will you do now?”
“I will…I will make the best place for all devas and mortals to live together in peace.”
“Will that be possible?”
“I have to try. We may all live in hell, but we all dream about the heavens.”
It was the first time Muskan had laughed since she started Conversing. She finally met someone sincere. There was no way to tell if he would forever remain that sincere, but it didn’t seem that he would change any time soon. That was enough for Muskan. He was enough to leave the future of her people in his hands.
‘I believe… you are destined to be a demon king. It won’t do to be overly clean in an unclean world. You will not be a righteous king or a superior king, but a king of demons. And that…is why I like you,’ Muskan thought to herself as she watched Lagus walk away with a frown on his face. For the first time since becoming a deva, Muskan smiled.
——
After meeting Lagus, Muskan began to make her greatest plan. From what she learned from Conversing, she knew to an extent what she had to do. That was why she purposely spread the rumor about the Descendant of the Destruction God.
She first fed the fuel to the Shudras and the recently destroyed Sunil Guild that was still reeling from the attacks of the higher castes. The rumor spread like wildfire. Soon, the Ravi Guild came to Muskan’s side. It was all going exactly as she planned.
However, a problem had surfaced. The Arabin and the Fadip Guilds hadn’t joined her yet. It was then when she met Lee Jiwon. She had heard a few rumors about him, but didn’t think much about it when she decided to Converse with him. It would probably be like all the other Conversations she had.
“Hello. My name is Muskan.”
“Hi…I’m Lee Jiwon…”
There were two types of powerful people Muskan had Conversed with: those who exuded confidence and arrogance and those, like Lagus Aman, who respected those around them and tried to be as humble as possible.
Lee Jiwon was different, however. He had the confidence of a real champion, but also had a sense of fear and doubt. He didn’t seem to be someone of power at all.
“You are strong, are you not?”
“I…have the confidence to say I am the strongest in the world. It’s not arrogance…it’s the truth.”
“Then why are you so nervous?”
“Because I know.”
“Excuse me?”
The Conversation was getting weirder. Lee Jiwon couldn’t lie, and only Muskan was able to tell.
“What is it that you know?”
“Me and the future.”
“The…future?”
“Yeah, the future. I know what will happen tomorrow. I know what will happen to me and what I will have to do.”
“But…how?” Muskan didn’t notice that Lee Jiwon wasn’t stuttering, and was speaking casually.
“I came from the future. I came from a future where I lived like trash.”
He came back to the past… Muskan didn’t think that was possible but she quickly acknowledged it. Anything was possible in this new world.
“How envious. What’s the future like?”
“It’s a mess.”
“Then have you changed many bad things about the future?”
“I have. A lot.”
“I really do envy you. A chance at a new beginning…” Muskan was really envious to the point that she didn’t realize she was crying.
“What will you do now?”
“I’m going to get stronger. No one will be able to ignore me, and no one will be able to step on me.”
“Is that all?”
“I’m going to see the end of it all.”
“I wish…you to get to the end.”
Muskan ended their Conversation. She knew all she needed to know. He was going to see it all the way to the end. That was enough for her. Muskan stared at Lee Jiwon, who was standing there on the other side of the Manori Creek.
Muskan wasn’t confident that she would make it to the end. She already met her end, but she wanted to watch someone make it there. She wanted someone to try their hardest to get to the end and not just end up there coincidentally. She wanted to see someone face the end of the world with confidence.
“It’ll be nice if that person can make it there with at least a little of my help.” Muskan decided to make Lee Jiwon her Second Comrade, even if Lee Jiwon didn’t want to.
——
A few days later…
The battle of the Manori Creek was drawing to a close.
==[The Descendant of the Destruction God is now 99% awakened.
The skill user’s destruction is required to completely awaken.
You still have a chance to delete this skill now and still receive the benefit.]
Muskan crossed the river without hesitation. Muskan knew from Conversing with Rahul that he wouldn’t kill all of the mortals. It was all a bluff, but there was no better chance to end it all. Her seeds of a better future were already planted in the Ravi, Arabin, and Fadip Guilds, and the other Dalits. They would fight in her name. Lagus and Lee Jiwon would also be the vanguard of the new future.
Muskan watched as the spells rained down on her. It was as if her deceased family was showering her with fireworks from the heavens. She was happy. She could finally escape the cursed label of Dalit.
Tears began to stream down her face, but she didn’t wipe them away. She wasn’t crying because she was afraid of dying; she was crying because she could finally see them all again. She was crying because she had hated being alone all this time. She was crying because she was tired.
Ever since she became the Descendant of the Destruction God, she had never cried. She needed to keep a clear head until it was all over, but now she could. It was all ending.
“I…I did it. I didn’t hate anyone and I wasn’t tired. Mom, Dad, Vakun, Ramiya…I’m home.” Muskan let her tears drip off of her chin and just when the spells were about to hit, she whispered, “I Destroy myself.”
—
“You idiot. You’re still an idiot.” Lee Jiwon didn’t approve of Muskan until the very end. Gift? Promise not to harm him?
“I didn’t need this to get stronger.”
The skies thundered as black clouds formed overhead. It began to rain heavily in an instant, almost as if the heavens themselves were trying to erase what had happened. Lee Jiwon was engulfed in the torrenting rain.
