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Chapter 855 The Truth Behind Everything (2) · Nov 01, 2026

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851 Chapter 851 Fractured Origin (2) 2026-11-01
852 Chapter 852 Path to Revelation (1) 2026-11-01
853 Chapter 853 Path to Revelation (2) 2026-11-01
854 Chapter 854 The Truth Behind Everything (1) 2026-11-01
855 Chapter 855 The Truth Behind Everything (2) 2026-11-01
856 Chapter 856 The Truth Behind Everything (3) 2026-11-01
857 Chapter 857 The Awakening (1) 2026-11-01
858 Chapter 858 The Awakening (2) 2026-11-01
859 Chapter 859 Grace (1) 2026-11-01
860 Chapter 860 Grace (2) 2026-11-01
861 Chapter 861 Forced Hand (1) 2026-11-01
862 Chapter 862 Forced Hand (2) 2026-11-01
863 Chapter 863 A King’s Return (1) 2026-11-01
864 Chapter 864 A King’s Return (2) 2026-11-01
865 Chapter 865 Path of No Return 2026-11-01
866 Chapter 866 Devoured Hope (1) 2026-11-01
867 Chapter 867 Devoured Hope (2) 2026-11-01
868 Chapter 868 The Demon King’s Desire (1) 2026-11-01
869 Chapter 869 The Demon King’s Desire (2) 2026-11-01
870 Chapter 870 Circle of Eternal Life (1) 2026-11-01
871 Chapter 871: Circle of Eternal Life (2) 2026-11-01
872 Chapter 872: Circle of Eternal Life (3) 2026-11-01
873 Chapter 873: The Final Torch (1) 2026-11-01
874 Chapter 874: The Final Torch (2) 2026-11-01
875 Chapter 875: The End of an Era (1) 2026-11-01
876 Chapter 876: The End of an Era (2) 2026-11-01
877 Chapter 877: The End of an Era (3) 2026-11-01
878 Chapter 878: The End of an Era (4) 2026-11-01
879 Chapter 879: The Labyrinth of Blood 2026-11-01
880 Chapter 880: The Strongest Creation (1) 2026-11-01
881 Chapter 881: The Strongest Creation (2) 2026-11-01
882 Chapter 882: Odin’s Treasury 2026-11-01
883 Chapter 883: World Against World 2026-11-01
884 Chapter 884: Turning the Tables (1) 2026-11-01
885 Chapter 885: Turning the Tables (2) 2026-11-01
886 Chapter 886: Relic of the Past (1) 2026-11-01
887 Chapter 887: Relic of the Past (2) 2026-11-01
888 Chapter 888: Zahara 2026-11-01
889 Chapter 889: Massacre of Iron and Flesh 2026-11-01
890 Chapter 890: Disrespect 2026-11-01
891 Chapter 891: Absolute Hell Demon 2026-11-01
892 Chapter 892: The King Who Ruled Nothing 2026-11-01
893 Chapter 893: Against the Entire World (1) 2026-11-01
894 Chapter 894: Against the Entire World (2) 2026-11-01
895 Chapter 895: The Strongest Demon 2026-11-01
896 Chapter 896: Correction of Fate (1) 2026-11-01
897 Chapter 897: Correction of Fate (2) (End of volume 4) 2026-11-01
898 Chapter 898: Rise of Shadow Sect 2026-11-01
899 Chapter 899: Gift of Life and Death 2026-11-01
900 Chapter 900: Empire Built on Souls (1) 2026-11-01

Chapter 855 The Truth Behind Everything (2)

Even the past Nameless was not spared from this mental strain ... his condition was far worse.

He did not know Abraham… and Frey appeared to him as nothing more than a stranger who resembled him.

The past Nameless stepped closer, clutching his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat as emotions surged within him for the first time.

He tore off his metal mask, casting it aside… revealing a face nearly identical to Freyʼs.

Then he extended his hand toward the man and the youth… attempting to touch them.

But he froze at the last moment.

A voice echoed—deep… resonant… directly within his soul.

”Stop. Do not touch them… if you do, you will be expelled from this place.”

Her voice was soft… almost gentle ...yet cold, and strangely familiar at the same time.

A woman capable of stirring such overwhelming emotion… with nothing but her voice.

Frey and Nameless—past and present alike—lifted their heads simultaneously as she appeared above them.

She descended calmly along a spiraling staircase, her slender hand gliding along the golden railing.

She wore a black dress that seemed alive ... flowing around her like shadows themselves.

A dark, translucent veil concealed part of her hair, while the rest cascaded freely.

Hair as black as night… skin pale as snow… and eyes completely dark—devoid of any white.

Just like the Frey and Abraham seated below.

She was beautiful.

Cold.

Familiar.

And utterly terrifying.

Frey felt a storm erupt within his chest and mind, barely able to hold her gaze for even a few seconds.

Even the past Nameless ... despite his overwhelming presence ... lowered his head, unable to withstand her gaze.

”Who… are you?” he asked, his voice trembling in a way utterly foreign to him.

”You already know who I am,” she replied, continuing her descent until she reached them.

”You simply… forgot.”

”I… donʼt understand…” the past Nameless stepped back, trying to distance himself from her.

Because every part of his being screamed at him… not to get close.

A feeling he had never known before.

Fear.

”Donʼt run,” she said softly. ”You ran from me once… donʼt do it again.”

She extended her hand.

For a brief moment, she was far away.

And then ...

Her hand rested gently against his face.

Without realizing how, he was standing right before her.

The distance between them vanished completely ...

Even the Void could not perceive how it happened.

Her cold hand touched his cheek.

And her eyes—like endless black voids—devoured every part of his existence.

”I… donʼt understand…” Nameless whispered, his voice shaking.

”Of course you donʼt, my dear child…” she said softly.

”You are nothing more than a broken being… a fragmented existence.”

She withdrew her hand slowly… gently.

Then she pointed ... her slender finger directing his gaze toward the book that Freyʼs other self had touched.

”If you seek answers… if you seek the truth… then go. Touch that book, the one written by your own hands.”

”There… you will understand everything.”

Her words carried a strange enchantment—one that left Nameless unable to even consider disobeying her.

He steadied himself, gave a slight nod… then began walking forward, each step heavy with tension, toward the young man, the older figure… and the book.

Behind him, the present Frey and Nameless remained before the woman, their eyes stealing brief glances at her—only to drop back to the ground moments later, unable to endure her gaze.

”Calm down, Frey,” Nameless said, his hand tightening into a fist, the strain turning his knuckles pale.

”Calm down!” he repeated, his voice rising, as Frey beside him trembled violently, veins pulsing within his reddened eyes.

”How do you expect me to calm down?!” Frey snapped, his voice breaking.

”How the hell am I supposed to calm down?!”

He forced himself to look at her ... again and again ... ignoring the crushing pressure that made everyone else avert their eyes.

But Frey defied even that.

”Why… why the hell does she look like that?”

Something ignited within him—a wild, uncontrollable fire.

”Why… does she look exactly like her…?”

His eyes filled with longing… and something far heavier.

She was different ... what stood before him now felt beyond comprehension.

Yet that difference lay only in presence… in aura.

Her face—her features…

They were the same.

”Why… does she look exactly like my mother?”

”Why… does she look like the mother I lost… so long ago?”

Frey collapsed to the ground.

His heart pounded violently, his thoughts even more so.

This is impossible… These are Namelessʼs memories ... events from thousands of years ago… long before I was born… before she even existed.

It canʼt be her… it has to be someone else.

Clutching his chest, Frey denied everything.

Nameless reached out toward him… but froze halfway.

He felt it too ...the same storm Frey was drowning in—and for the first time, he hesitated.

As the past Nameless moved toward the book, the present Frey and Nameless remained there… collapsed before the woman who mirrored his mother perfectly.

Frey forced himself to rise again, gripping his chest, dragging himself to look at her once more ...

And froze.

Nameless did the same.

Because the woman… was looking at him.

Directly.

Her gaze locked onto Freyʼs eyes.

A sharp pain pierced Namelessʼs head as he struggled to comprehend what was happening.

ʼThis is just a memory… weʼre nothing but observers… is this a coincidence?ʼ

ʼHad she simply lowered her gaze… and Frey happened to be there?ʼ

ʼNo…ʼ

Nameless rejected that immediately.

Her eyes were fixed on him ... on Frey.