The Ruler Of Darkness

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Web Novel: Volume 1 Chapter 2

The Title: Prologue Part 2

What happened to my young sisters, the others? The young scholar, who could well predict their tragic end, asked in a self-mocking tone.

[Your third sister once went in search of monsters to slay, hoping that her family’s name would shine again. But, she, unfortunately for her, was ripped apart and killed by a demon from the previous generation. After such a tragic loss, her twin, your fourth sister, went insane, roamed the streets, and eventually ended up freezing to death on the streets during a heavy rainstorm.]

Is it really......

It was. It ought to have been that way. The clan had dispersed and eventually died out after being split up into several branches.

Those who were a part of it had no chance of survival.

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The young scholar was pleased and a little shocked. Really?! What, Nani is still alive? Now, where is she?

[The youngest is a drug addict. She was probably trying to avoid facing the harsh realities of her life. In order to earn the money she needs, she lives as a prostitute in Giru, Luoyang.]

The voice comforted him softly.

[Good thing you’re still alive. Well done. I am happy to finally be able to deliver the news.]

“Kuhuhhahah......” coughing up blood, the young scholar burst into laughter. Or rather, sobbing as if he were laughing.

Every time his body stirred, the chain tightly bound to his shoulder blades let out a grim shriek.

The chain, thick enough to be as thick as a man’s forearm, was a dark ink color.

It was undoubtedly the incomparable hard metal called ink iron.

The young scholar, who had been shedding bloody tears for a while, made excuses to the voice. I, ... ... I couldn’t help it.

This was the end result of the path they took.

I decided to cut all ties with the world early on.

[I’m already aware. Your decision. And the process that led to that decision.]

The young scholar lost himself in thought for a moment. He remembered some memories that had been buried in the depths of darkness. Even though it had been a long time, he still remembered every detail as if it had been yesterday.

[The human world is undeniably filthy and ugly. It is undoubtedly the human beings themselves who have created such a world. It was the great fall of humans that ended the era of legends, established civilization, and opened the era of history.]

I aspired to be like Lao Tzu.

[You must have wanted to be a passing figure like him. He created the great idea of Taoism, but he did not really leave any traces of himself before eventually vanishing into pure nothingness, attaining immortality.

I simply wanted to live without any desire. I didn’t want to get involved in this earthly life.

[That’s why you weren’t a swordsman. Despite being the eldest son of a sword family, you chose not to touch a blade and spent your days secluded in your room, reading books. Didn’t your wife understand that.]

Now that I think about it, what about my wife? ‘What became of Mo Yongun?

His wife, Mo Yongun-jeong, and he did not truly share their feelings. But it didn’t mean she’d treated him carelessly.

Even though her reputation had suffered damage from the worthless Daryl son-in-law, she had taken great pains to make him feel comfortable.

Despite the fact that they were only a nominal couple who never slept together, she was one of the few people for whom he was greatly appreciated.

[She was eventually defeated in a political battle. Her whole authority and influence have been expelled.]

Did she lose her life?

[It happened not too long ago. While taking care of Grand Duke’s bed, she bit off his penis and tore it to shreds. Even in the face of execution, she laughed heartily. She was truly a great woman. Had she been born in a chaotic Era, she would surely have become a great monarch.]

The voice chuckled.

She lived under heaven without a single guilt, yet heaven didn’t help her in the end.

The voice sneered.

[Bullshit. What she needed was not heaven; she needed you. It was you who abandoned her.]

I once foretold my own destiny.

The young scholar glanced up at heaven, his eyes seemingly empty.

I was born with the destiny of being ruled by the Heavenly Killer Star. If I got involved in world affairs like that, a lot of people would have lost their lives because of me.

Then the voice answered.

[You don’t understand, do you? Your destiny has already been fulfilled.]

[Have you seen the truth?]

The young scholar remained silent. The truth he had seen was so cold and cruel.

Heavenly Punishment and Judgment Day were merely ‘fiction’ made up by those who had lived without hope.

There was no Salvation for them. It had never been.

It did not come to pass that all the wicked, each and every one of them, would pay for what they had done.

After all, if only people could save people,

Only people could punish people.

If so, if so......!

The voice asked.

[Want to have power? Want to wield the strength to judge them? Want to make them pay the actual price?]

Fuck yes.

[Want to get a second chance? A chance to change everything again? Want to save everyone?]

Fuck yes.

[Even if it means your soul will suffer eternally without a place to go?]

Fuck yes!

A roar came out of the young scholar’s throat along with blood. ‘I will have power! I’ll get that chance!’

As he struggled wildly, the inked iron chains creaked and screamed.

A growl erupted from his throat.

I will make the wicked tyrants who sway others by mere desire pay for it! I shall bring an iron rod to those who take pleasure in the suffering of others!

The cries of the young scholar did not know how to stop and only grew louder.

Using all the abilities that you will bestow on me, I will control their destiny!

And in proportion to the young scholar’s zeal, the presence of the voice grew even more.

[At long last, you’ve come to your senses! Now you can truly see yourself face-to-face! And now look at me!

The young scholar’s soul was rocked by the intensity of the voice.

He felt his soul sway like a leaf in a hurricane, yet he stared straight into the darkness, with eyes that contained nothing but holes.

[I can give you strength. I can give you a chance.]

He was in the deepest darkness.

He was watching him from the far bottom of the deepest darkness that could only be described as the bottomless pit.

He was a book.

He was a book of Scriptures.

His cover was made of the skin of those who held a grudge against humans.

His words were written with the blood of those who held a grudge against Heaven.

His weave was created from the sinews of those who held a grudge against Earth.

[You and I have different goals, but our path is the same, so if you sign a contract with me, I will grant you a second chance!]

I’ll make the contract!

[You’ll never again be able to walk proudly in the light, nor will you be able to lift that face of yours up to heaven again. Still willing to make a contract with me?]

The young scholar did not think of any other answer in the first place. You got that. Trust me — I will entrust my soul to you.

The scripture [Voice] burst into laughter as though satisfied with his response.

[Listen up, Chosen One. The name of this scripture is The Ruler of Darkness. A scripture opposed to Heaven. A scripture who will devour all the darkness of the World on behalf of the uncaring and indolent Heaven!]

Darkness rose from the scripture. And it swiftly engulfed and eroded the soul of the young scholar.

As his consciousness faded away, the mad voice of The Ruler of Darkness shook his ears.

[From now on, you will breathe in the darkness, strike down the sword of condemnation in the darkness, and become the reverend of darkness who punishes all the evil of the world!]