Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Stronger Resolve

A huge humanoid white wolf clad in black armour and a long mane dragged a slightly curved sword through a devastated terrain with destroyed mountains, rifts all over the ground which lots of trees had fallen into.

"Damascus... is dead?" The wolf growled. It could only wait for now, but soon, very soon, it shall seek out his regent’s killer.

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While that ancient god resumed its activity, Godfrey remained on one knee, his head bent over as sweat trickled down in heavy drops, his eyes dull.

He had always wondered why the strong were so different, so aloof in the perspective of the weak.

Once upon a time, he thought it was all about strength. Now he knew it wasn’t. Being stronger comes with its own burdens; you see things, feel things.

The cruel reality the weak never saw is laid bare before your eyes. You either side with it or fight against it and risk being crushed.

Strength didn’t eliminate problems.

Godfrey collapsed. Dirge, Ballista, and Goliath were gone the moment the last of his mana dried out.

His eyes slowly narrowed as he gazed at the sun. ’The sun... isn’t it supposed to be hot?’ Godfrey asked as he barely felt its heat.

What Damascus had shown him was his future; that he died during the Ruination Stage. Meaning, in two months, maybe less, maybe more, death awaited.

So why fight? Why continue if the future already says he dies?

Was it weird that he missed those days in school where it was only about stomping down on those weaker, with shallow emotions?

Godfrey knew this earlier, but it became clearer now. What occurred in Manhattan Summoner’s High was the surface of the deep cruelty this world had festered into.

They all came from parents who had already fed their doctrines to their children, into a school where the teachers were scared of what their parents could do. The weak had no one to back them, and when that cruelty had festered enough, they gained strength, maybe through the mana tree, and stomped on those that had once done the same.

And so, the cycle repeated. Few like him were beaten and beaten, physically and emotionally, until they became like the rest of the world.

Maybe he should have remained a normal human, but was that even a choice?

When his life had been planned from the beginning?

It was like with each step of the way, any form of happiness was being ripped away from his being. The world seemed to take pleasure in his sadness.

To ensure he descended into madness.

"Who knew the strong felt pain?" Godfrey sat up. "I guess they just flaunted their summons and skills and refused to tell us what they have to go through. All I saw back then was Isolde’s powerful summons, not the torture she went through."

Or maybe he couldn’t call himself that. He couldn’t call himself strong.

Godfrey’s resolve shook for the first time. Within him, he knew what Damascus revealed would soon come to pass. According to his fate, his existence would end in the Ruination.

Like countless other Chosen Ones and worlds, he would fail.

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