Starting from a Magical Girl, Dominating Eternity

Chapter 581 - 185: Blessing and Curse

In Lica’s final moments, the Emperor remained by her side.

Because for the Emperor, she had indeed been raised by Lica; if it hadn’t been for Lica, she would have awaited death amidst her parents’ corpses.

She always regarded Lica as her own mother.

Yet this foster mother, in the end, was just like her biological parents.

Giving her the same curse.

Sometimes, the Emperor would wonder if she might not be uncursed at all.

Perhaps her curse had always been within her soul.

Whether it was the curse from her biological parents or her foster mother, it accompanied her, never disappearing.

Yet her body had never been tainted by the curse.

But still, the Emperor couldn’t understand why Lica chose to do such meaningless things in the end.

Why did someone who fought against the curse her whole life end up fearing death?

After that, she encountered the Holy Beast.

The Holy Beast led her through countless experiences, and during that time, she became the hope and salvation of the town.

Everyone hoped she would one day succeed and lift the curse for everyone.

But she thought it would be better if someone else could do such things.

Why must I work hard while others enjoy the fruits?

Why can’t others work hard while I enjoy the fruits?

Maybe, precisely because of such thoughts, in the end, she never met the expectations of the Holy Beast and others.

Gentle, kind, self-sacrificing.

Traits constantly emphasized by the Holy Beast, traits the Emperor couldn’t imagine or accomplish.

Until the Holy Beast too died because of the curse.

The despairing denial before death felt like a curse to the Emperor.

So much so that the Emperor completely gave up on this path.

Even the Holy Beasts from other worlds, after staying here long enough, would still be cursed and killed by the curse.

Yet the Emperor never managed to get tainted by the curse.

Let alone belonging to the Curse Realm, even in other worlds, she might still be the absolute outlier.

Those in the town turned their expectations into rejection of the outlier.

From isolation to final hostility, hatred.

Like the judgment of a heretic.

She didn’t want to become like Lica, she hated being isolated.

Thus, the town turned into ruins.

She remained the Emperor, never favored by the world’s curse.

Also always entangled by human curses as an ordinary girl.

Until personal reality transformed into the Psychic Realm, manifesting as the Golden Throne.

For the first time, the Emperor truly felt the curse.

Their pain, their despair, their struggle, finally materialized within her, making her no longer the outlier different from everyone else.

She became just an ordinary member of the Curse Realm, no longer the unique miracle that could bring possibilities.

Even if the effects of other curses could be suppressed by the Death God’s Notebook, she could clearly feel the pain brought by the curse.

But for the Emperor, she felt an unprecedented peace instead.

She finally accepted her identity, no longer feeling anxious and bewildered about her differences.

She even understood the madness of those people from the past, feeling pity for her biological parents.

Full of hope, they wanted to use her to relieve some of the pain and curse, but only accelerated their own demise.

Despair born amidst hope must be the most maddening.

And perhaps Lica’s final fear came from jealousy over perceived unfairness.

A life spent fighting the curse, an elder wanting to eradicate the curse, at the end could only look at the child with nothing to do, a child who never seems to be infected by the curse, and feel inevitable jealousy and resentment.

In the final moments of life, they all chose to grant her the same curse.

The empire was built, reached glory, and then collapsed into oblivion.

The Emperor ultimately embraced her life’s conclusion as an ordinary girl of the Curse Realm.

And now she personally witnessed the disappearance of the Curse Realm.

She didn’t feel resentful, nor was she particularly sad, just slightly nostalgic.

All curses were set to vanish, disappearing along with the Curse Realm into the unknown void.

She should have disappeared with the Curse Realm too.

"I don’t want to die."

Until she heard the voice of the Catastrophe Dragon.

"I want to live on..."

Until she saw the fear in the Catastrophe Dragon.

In a trance, it was as if she saw her biological parents struggling on the bed when she was young.

Facial features twisted and fierce as they stared at her, cursed her, yet conveyed their desire to survive.

And Lica’s foster mother who had never shown weakness, held her hand tightly before dying, fearfully confessed the same words to her.

Don’t want to die, I don’t want to die...

I want to live.

The voices blended together, gradually indistinguishable from whose they were.

Coming to her senses, the Emperor touched the Catastrophe Dragon’s golden crown.

Familiar power surged into her soul, transforming the girl’s appearance with lavish golden attire, golden hair, and eyes like golden-red twin scorpions, no longer hollow and cold.

She gently embraced the monstrous dragon head as if holding a lover, "Don’t worry."

The Curse Realm was a world only existent in curses.

Likewise, all its powers could only be maintained within curses.

Though the curse’s source entirely disappeared, the retrograde world and Catastrophe Dragon absorbing the world’s source faced disappearance.

However, while the world may be helpless, the powers on the Catastrophe Dragon aren’t absolutely destined to vanish.

As long as it’s endowed with a new, unvanishing curse.

That was the curse lingering in the Emperor’s soul.

From her biological parents, foster mother, heartfelt curse before death.

Disrupting her personal reality, guiding her to birth the Psychic Realm, even the reason the Emperor’s soul remained immortal until now.

The Emperor lowered her head, kissed the dragon head, softly murmuring.

Speaking of the hopes and despairs of every living being throughout the Curse Realm’s eternity.

What was once the cruelest curse could now be transformed into the most beautiful blessing.

"Please, bear all the curses, and live on forever."

The initial gray of death was instantly engulfed by the black curse once more!

Watching the gradually disappearing Emperor, the Catastrophe Dragon’s lips slightly moved.

You seem to have misheard...

At this moment, it was actually her Nascent Soul’s heart demon expressing the desire not to die.

Seemed awkward to say now...