Cursed by Randomness

Ch.70 [ -Fire ]

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The realization washed over William like a tidal wave, leaving him momentarily stunned as he grappled with the implications of his encounter with his doppelgänger. As the other version of himself spoke, a sense of understanding dawned within him, piecing together the fragments of his fractured consciousness.

"I am you, and you are me," the words echoed in his mind, resonating with a truth that transcended the boundaries of time and space. He was not alone in this vast, mysterious realm—he was connected to a version of himself that existed beyond the confines of his physical form.

But as the darkness began to close in around him, William felt a surge of determination rising within him. He may be a mere backup, a shadow of his true self, but he refused to fade into oblivion without a fight.

With one final glance at his counterpart, William steeled himself for what lay ahead. Though his consciousness may be fading, his spirit burned bright with the resolve to overcome whatever challenges awaited him on this strange and perilous journey.

And as the darkness swallowed him whole, he embraced the unknown with open arms, ready to confront his destiny head-on and emerge stronger than ever before. For he was William, and his story was far from over.

As the original William emerged from the depths of his unconsciousness, a sense of purpose burned within him, fueled by the knowledge of his doppelgänger's sacrifice. Though his memories of the encounter with his other self remained hazy, a newfound determination surged through his veins, driving him forward with a sense of clarity and resolve.

With silent determination, William watched from the shadows as his friends battled against Cocolia, their courage and strength shining brightly amidst the chaos of battle. Stelle's unexpected return, wielding a flaming lance with renewed vigor, filled him with both relief and admiration.

Though he longed to join them in their fight, he knew that his role lay elsewhere—for now, at least. With a heavy heart and unwavering determination, he made a silent vow to honor the sacrifice of his other self by ensuring that their mission succeeded, no matter the cost.

And so, with a watchful eye and a steadfast resolve, William remained on the sidelines, ready to lend his support when the time was right. For though the road ahead was fraught with peril and uncertainty, he knew that as long as they stood united, they would emerge victorious against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

As William's hand touched the once-gaping wound on his stomach, a surge of energy pulsed through him, setting off a rapid regeneration process that left even him momentarily stunned. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a tangible reminder of the depths of power lying dormant within him.

'Missed this. Thanks Queresha.' He thanked the Insect Monarch who laid foundation of his regenerative prowess.

'Last piece.' He thought, giving a last Glance towards his last piece of humanity. Knowing this was his last strand, connecting him back to his... Humane and Mundane nature. One which he will choose to let go after finishing this business. But as he spoke of the death of his last strand of humanity, a sense of cold determination settled over him, replacing the warmth of empathy with the steely resolve of a warrior born anew. There was no turning back now—his path was clear, his purpose unwavering.

With a determined stride, William stepped past his companions, their eyes widening in surprise at the transformation that had taken place within him.

But there was no time for explanations or hesitation. With a primal roar, he unleashed the full extent of his old power, waves of wreaking black lightning crackling around him like a tempest unleashed.