I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

Chapter 730 - 26: Nothing Ultimately Changed

This is a theory that seems quite crazy even today.

In this way, the existence of the Saint has become the biggest obstacle on this path.

The Saint wants to save everyone, and if he wants to completely rescue humanity from its current plight, he must purify and eliminate the Death Domain, protecting existing humans from pollution and distortion.

He regards the creatures of the Death Domain as tumors that must be removed, and this ideal fundamentally conflicts irreconcilably with the doctrine of the Stargazer.

Each time the Saint purifies a piece of the Death Domain and eliminates a creature from it, in the eyes of the Stargazer, it is killing a possibility. His mercy, viewed from the perspective of the Death Domain, becomes cruelty.

This is a contradiction that cannot be resolved through debate and compromise, just as a Monarch cannot tolerate the inequality brought by power, and the Saint cannot tolerate the Monarch’s intent to annihilate Death Gods. Similarly, the Stargazer cannot endure the Saint’s obstruction of human evolution.

Therefore, when the Monarch and the Saint finally broke apart, the Stargazer took action.

She personally, using the power fused from the Death Domain, ended the life of the man who had once moved her heart.

But evidently...

The fall of the Saint does not signify the end of conflict, but rather the start of greater chaos.

...

With the Saint gone, the Monarch’s will no longer faces any impediment. The radical Death Gods under his command, who also believed strongly that power is the original sin, began a bloodbath against High Tier Apprentice Death Gods, sweeping through the surviving human societies like ravenous wolves under the Monarch’s guidance,

This was a one-sided massacre. The Monarch himself, like a walking calamity, grew stronger after the Saint’s death. Wherever he went, High Tier Death Gods were easily wiped out like dust, and their Sequence Origins were forcibly stripped away using a Secret Technique, absorbed into his furnace-like body.

The scale and brutality of the cleansing far exceeded imagination. In just a few years, ninety percent of the once vast group of High Tier Death Gods was killed off, and the remaining Low Tier Apprentice Death Gods were either deprived of their powers or hid within the shadows like frightened birds, no longer daring to casually reveal their Sequences.

Contrary to the cruelty felt by the Death Gods, the world, having shed the "Extraordinary" class under the Monarch’s iron-fisted rule, seemed to really slide towards his ideal of "equality."

The oppressive extraction by Apprentice Death Gods ceased, and the bloody conflicts that erupted over Sequence resources disappeared. The Monarch, with his unmatched strength and fair laws, forcefully maintained order.

The survivors were organized to cultivate wastelands, repair lands polluted by the Death Domain, establish settlements without obvious class divisions, and distribute resources according to basic needs. Although scarce, it was relatively fair.

Technology was emphasized once more, but only to enhance survival, and any research that might lead to "power worship" or "the Extraordinary" was strictly forbidden.

Under the remnants of the Monarch’s power, the lives of ordinary people really did improve.

They no longer lived in the shadow and fear of the Extraordinary or had to beg the powerful Death Lords for food.

A sense of dignity and equality belonging to "humans" began to sprout in the hearts of the survivors.

"Long live the Monarch!"

"He is the one who gave us new life!"

Praises began to spread among the settlements. People erected statues of the Monarch, wrote songs of praise for his achievements, and regarded him as the savior leading humanity out of darkness.

During this brief golden era, which some scholars later called the "Monarch’s Era," human civilization revived with astonishing speed from the ruins.

New towns were established, basic industrial systems rebuilt, agricultural technology advanced, education spread, and a form of civilization reminiscent of modernity began to take shape.

Perhaps it was not entirely carefree, but at least, the shadow of despair seemed to have been dispelled.

However, this "Ideal Country" built upon the personal power and will of the Monarch had already sown the seeds of its collapse.

That seed was the Monarch himself.

Possibly because he absorbed too much of the Sequence Origin’s power, the Monarch’s body and soul had already reached their limit.

The initial changes were subtle.

The Monarch found that he occasionally forgot trivial details from meetings or repeatedly asked about topics just discussed, dismissing it as mere exhaustion from years of warfare.

But soon, the forgetfulness became frequent and severe.

He would forget the contents of decrees he had just signed, leading to policies that changed daily; he would forget the names of important generals, even mistaking people around him; he would stare blankly at maps, forgetting his own strategic deployments...

It was like Alzheimer’s.

And more terrifyingly, he began to become lethargic, with a nap lasting days, and a deep sleep possibly extending to months or even years.

His waking moments became as rare as a phoenix feather, and during those brief periods of clarity, he found his thoughts slow and confused, as if shrouded in thick fog. His once-proud cognitive agility and insight rapidly declined.

It soon dawned on the Monarch—a terrifying realization—that his muddled self was no longer a guarantor of order but a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

A single wrong decision, an uncontrolled outburst of power, might destroy the very order he himself established, along with the innocent civilians within it.

He knew he must leave.