The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The moment Klaus’s eyes landed on the back of the figure, he knew his past had come to visit him, or more like his past had called him over.

He could only walk toward him.

“Oh, you didn’t get lost.” The figure turned and looked at him with a teasing smile.

“Why, were you expecting me to get lost?” Klaus asked.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Klaus just smirked, walked close to the pier, and sat down.

“Here you go,” the figure handed him the fishing rod he was using and took out another. The bowl was still empty, meaning he hadn’t caught anything yet.

“I don’t know how to fish,” Klaus said, rejecting the fishing rod.

He wasn’t really in the mood to indulge in stuff like this. The only reason he was inside this realm was because of Pickle Berry.

Yesterday, when he touched her, he had the urge to put his blood on her head. Naturally, he knew it was something important, so he didn’t want to get to it right away.

So he waited until today before doing so. Now, he had appeared inside the realm belonging to one of his incarnations, and the first thing he was handed was a fishing rod.

“Go ahead, use it for a while. It will be good for you,” the figure said, making Klaus look at him for a few seconds before he took a big sigh and started fishing.

A few minutes into it, Klaus started feeling something happening to him, causing him to turn and look at the figure, who looked back at him with a smile.

He looks like him but appears more mature and handsome.

“You can’t get angry after just one scheming contest with the heavens. I don’t know if I should laugh or smack the back of your head for being plain stupid.

Do you really think getting angry will get us where we want to go?” Klaus could tell the words coming from the figure were more than just words.

“I don’t know how many memories you have recovered yet, but in all of them, you saw what they are capable of, so instead of getting all emotional, man up and do what a paragon is meant to do.”

“And that is…” Klaus asked.

“Defy the heavens. They are your natural-born enemy. They wouldn’t want to see you happy, so you will have to create your own happiness, and the only way you can do that is to defy them.”

“Easier said than done,” Klaus chuckled.

At every turn, the heavens seemed to have a roadblock waiting. Just that alone was enough to make him aware he was going after something he didn’t have the strength to face.

He might be a paragon, but he was a mere Great Sage. That was not enough to go against them.

“It’s indeed not as easy as I’m making it sounds. However, seven of me, seven of us, have done it and succeeded before me.

And I also succeeded, and if the path set wasn’t interfered with, then I am damn sure we all succeeded—all so this moment would come.

Yes, the Karma on you is not anything any of us could measure up to or has ever faced. You are carrying the Karma of all of us.

But it was also the same reason we were able to succeed in the first place.

This means you are the ultimate, so instead of getting emotional, you should do something worthwhile.

You are a paragon, the paragon, so you better start making bold moves before the heavens grow unchecked and their arrogance knows no bounds.”

Klaus didn’t say anything.

Instead, he entered deep thought and started wondering about many things. First, he knew the heavens were in control of everything—every life and everything that was yet to come.

They controlled everything, and as such, Klaus was barely a small portion of it that couldn’t be controlled. However, that was just the thing.

The small dark ink dropped in the bowl of water might appear small at first, but if it’s not checked well, it will grow larger, and before you realize it, it has consumed the entire water, changing its color.

So, since they didn’t want that, they could only do their all to ensure he wasn’t that small ink dropped into the bowl of clean water.

However, Klaus couldn’t help but wonder who the heavens were. What was their mission? What was their endgame?

What did they want, and why are they supreme over everything? Are they perhaps beings like him, Are they energies? Are they laws? Are they the universe?

These questions were just too much to answer, yet he wanted answers to them. He wanted to know just what could hate him this much despite never having met them before or offending them in any way.

So, he summarized everything into a single question.

“Tell me, who or what are the heavens?” Klaus asked.

This question caused the figure to burst into resounding laughter. Klaus looked at him, and he could tell the laughter wasn’t filled with ridicule; no, this laughter was filled with anger.

It was as if he had awakened a terrible memory he shouldn’t have. Klaus could only wait and watch as the figure laughed his stomach out.

When he was done, he looked at Klaus and sighed.

“I can’t give you an answer to that, for I don’t know. We indeed went against the heavens, but we couldn’t find out what or who they were.

So, for now, see them as the enemy. But since we are still here, it means we will find out soon enough.”

Klaus nodded.

That wasn’t the answer he was looking forward to, but it was enough for him, so he nodded and let the rest come naturally, as his incarnation had said.

Though he would be thrilled to know who and what the heavens were, he could take this answer too. But now that he was done with that question, he wanted to know why he was there.

He looked at the figure and was about to ask.

“No need to ask. I brought you here for three things: Pickle Berry, The Awakening, and The Secrets Stolen.”