The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

Chapter 79 81:Celestial Guidance[II]

And the man floating before him was called The Observer.

The Observer studied me with an amused expression, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. Then he spoke, his tone sharp but playful.

"You're here to own it. Did I hear that right?"

"Yes!" I answered firmly, my voice steady and unwavering.

For a moment, silence filled the space. Then, out of nowhere, the Observer burst into laughter, the sound echoing around us like a thunderclap in the vast emptiness.

"PFFFFFTTTTFFFF!" he snorted, holding his stomach as his laughter sent him spinning mid-air. "Oh, this is priceless! The funniest thing I've heard in eons!"

As his laughter died down, he straightened his posture, dusting off his white hat with a theatrical cough. His tone shifted, becoming serious.

"The Great Arcanist Moroni crafted many copies of Celestial Guidance and scattered them across the world. You're not the only one with access to this knowledge. So, tell me, what makes you think you deserve to own it?"

The Celestial Guidance.

A book crafted by an Arcanist at the end of his hopes.

A person aims to transcend to Godhood and fight the Gods to enact his revenge for the misery and sufferings of his childhood days yet only to realize the vast gap between the mortal and Gods.

Before dying, he left all the knowledge he accumulated in crafted artifacts in the form of the book Celestial Guidance.

Gaining entrance was just the first thing.The real thing was gaining sole control of this mini world.

I looked up at him, confidence blazing in my eyes. Without hesitation, I answered, my voice strong and resolute.

"Huh?!"

The sound of my own startled reaction escaped before I could stop it. Strangely, the goddess mirrored my confusion, her glowing form tilting slightly as if caught off guard.

Suddenly, an unseen force took hold of my body. My knees lifted from the icy starlight floor, and against my will, I rose to my feet. My mouth moved, yet it wasn't my voice speaking—it was something else entirely, something ancient and wrathful.

"You..." the words spilled out, sharp and defiant. "Each one of you crawled from places similar to ours. You started in darkness, in frailty, in desperation—just like us. And yet, you sit there on your throne, acting as if you're different. Why can't I rise? Why can't we rise?"

"You feed on our beliefs and our worships gave you the power of faith.You are nothing without us so why can't we rise to the very place you sit."

The goddess shifted slightly, her radiant light pulsing like a flickering heartbeat. She looked down at me, her laugh soft but cutting, echoing endlessly in the celestial void.

"That's because," she said, her voice growing icy, "you are an insect in our eyes—something so insignificant that I could crush you with a single thought."

The moment her words reached me, something inside me shattered. It was as if her voice didn't just speak to me but to every fiber of my existence. My sanity began slipping away, unraveling like frayed threads in a storm. A crushing weight bore down on me, and suddenly, I felt my very being pulled apart.

It wasn't just physical pain; it was far beyond that. My mind burned, as if ancient knowledge and incomprehensible truths were being forced into it. Fragments of alien concepts and impossible realities tore through me. My past, my memories—all the moments that made me me—splintered into pieces.

I felt my identity dissolve, my sense of self scattering into dust. I couldn't remember my name, my purpose, or even what I was. My body no longer felt human. Instead, it was as if I was being stretched across realms, my soul exposed to countless dimensions, each one incomprehensibly vast and merciless. I glimpsed things no mortal should ever see—shapes that didn't belong, sounds that twisted into colors, and the crushing realization of my own insignificance in the infinite expanse of existence.

The pain was unlike anything I had ever known, sharp yet suffocating, tearing apart my spirit while leaving my body intact. It was endless, timeless—a torment that couldn't be measured or comprehended.

Unable to endure it, I screamed.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

The sound tore through the void, my anguish reverberating into nothingness.

And then...BOOM.