The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Once Klaus finished making provisions for the maids and security, he spent a few hours enjoying himself with Miriam and Ohema before resting.

The next day would be significant, and he wanted to relax first. However, as usual, his past seemed indifferent to his need for peace of mind.

Just as his face was comfortably nestled against Miriam’s magnificent chest, he felt a gentle tap on his leg. Of course, he already knew who it could be—this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

When he opened his eyes, as expected, Fruity was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, holding a teacup.

“Really, dude? Couldn’t you have picked a better time?” Klaus muttered, resisting the urge to slap the monk. Not that it would do any good—it’d be like slapping himself, and that was a sensation he had no desire to experience.

“What’s there to be upset about? It was my turn to visit you, so here I am,” Fruity replied, smiling serenely.

“Still, you could’ve come at a more convenient time. Or maybe you’re one of those perverts who enjoy watching others have sex,” Klaus said with a sly grin.

“Tsk… You’ve gotten bolder,” Fruity replied, narrowing his eyes.

“And you’re still the same—arrogant and irritating,” Klaus chuckled as he sat across from him. “So, what brings you here, renegade?” he asked.

“Why else? I’m here to give you the next set of memories—the most important ones so far,” Fruity said, taking a casual sip from his teacup.

“Why the most important?” Klaus asked, a little startled. ‘The most important?’ The previous two sets had been significant enough.

“Yes, the most important. Because this time, you’ll awaken a part of yourself—the part that was me, your fourth incarnation. After all, everything we’ve done up to this point has been in preparation for this very moment.”

“I don’t get it,” Klaus admitted, frowning.

“Of course you don’t. So let me enlighten you a bit,” Fruity said, his voice calm but laced with an enigmatic edge.

“First, let me explain how this reincarnation thing works. While you might have already suspected it—yes, remembering your past selves affects your current self.

“That’s how we designed it and how it was always meant to be. The heavens wouldn’t have allowed us to rise again after death, so we created a loophole.”

“Rise after death? What does that have to do with anything?” Klaus pressed, sensing the pieces of a larger puzzle falling into place.

“Oh, you don’t know yet?” Fruity grinned mischievously. “Let me clarify further before we move on. We are Paragons, Klaus. We never actually died. If we had truly died, everything we’ve worked for would have been for nothing.

The heavens control death, and since we’ve never been on friendly terms with them, we chose a different path to reincarnation. In essence, we never truly died. Don’t ask for too many details now—you’ll understand everything soon enough.”

Klaus stared at Fruity, his expression shifting between disbelief and reluctant understanding. Fruity, on the other hand, seemed to relish the confusion on Klaus’s face, sipping his tea with a serene yet infuriating smile.

If he had never died, then how was he able to reincarnate? His mind was in a state of understanding, yet he couldn’t make heads or tails of anything Fruity was saying. His life grew more complicated with each passing day.

“That aside, the reason this memory is important is that it was designed to awaken your bloodline and grant you supreme control over illusions.

I know you have a lot of questions right now, but don’t ask them. Sometimes, knowing too much can affect the way things are meant to progress.

But that doesn’t mean I will leave you hanging, so pay close attention to what I’m about to say. Don’t worry—you will get some answers.”

Klaus nodded.

“Good. Now listen… You are what we call the last Paragon, meaning that after all these years and many reincarnations, you have finally arrived, and you will be the last.

You have the Nine Reincarnations Divine Body because the cycle has now been completed after generations of creating paths.

You now have the means to wield the complete power you’ve gathered in each incarnation. You now have the power to command all Nine Paragon Stars and wield all the Forbidden Relics.

You now have the power to fight the heavens and achieve what we have been pursuing from the start. You now have the power to achieve supremacy and transcend.

That said, you must also endure nine times the torture from the heavens. It will feel like you should just give up, but trust me—you won’t want to do that.”

Fruity paused, took a sip of tea, and then continued.

“The heavens will come at you in ways you could never expect. Trust me, you would never imagine the merciful heavens being so cruel.

But fear not. You will also have the strength to face whatever danger comes your way. I and the others will make sure of that. All you have to do is not waste time and remember what is truly important because that is how you will grow.”

“I will. But what do I do next?” Klaus asked, choosing not to argue this time. He had already started witnessing the heavens’ cruelty, and he couldn’t afford to be weak when they became even more aggressive.

“It’s the same as before; you have the memories within you, and they will be triggered like last time. When that happens, don’t resist—just dive in. It’ll be a crazy ride, but you’ll make it out unscathed… I think.”

Klaus rolled his eyes at that remark.

“That aside, you should be cautious when entering the realm of illusions. While it will benefit you greatly, it can also affect you if your mental strength isn’t strong enough. But I know you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks for the warning, I guess,” Klaus said with a smile, reaching for the teacup that had appeared before him.

This time, he didn’t hesitate and drank its full contents. Of course, just like before, he wasn’t immediately pulled into the memories. It would take some time for them to surface.

“Well… why am I still here?” Klaus asked, noticing he hadn’t returned to the real world.

“Remember, the Star Lights are to be protected. They are the way forward, and until all Nine are found, no harm should come to any of them. This means you must protect them, no matter the danger.

After all, the heavens won’t spare them either… They’re in as much danger as you.”

“I understand. I won’t let any harm come to them,” Klaus said firmly. “Now send me back.”

Fruity smiled and waved his hand. In the next moment, Klaus found himself back in his bed. However, instead of being nestled comfortably with his face buried in Miriam’s boobs, he was precariously perched on the edge of the bed.

“That bastard… How hateful,” Klaus muttered, wishing Fruity was around so he could give him a well-deserved beating.

Before he could dwell on it, two pairs of hands grabbed his shoulders, and in an instant, he was back in the comforting embrace of Miriam’s boobs.

All thoughts of Fruity’s mischief vanished from his mind.