Crown of Evil

Chapter 26 Toothpicks
Rocky wrote and drew with branches in the cell, outlining a slightly rough pattern on the ground.

This is the upside-down spire structure dictated by Cicada.

"I can't remember many details, but it's probably like this."

Cicada's tone seemed to say 'don't blame me if you die'.

"It's been a long, long time since I last saw this thing."

Lodge needs to know the structure of the building, which is at the heart of the escape plan.

But now an important question lay before his eyes.

"What about after going out from here?" Cicada still didn't feel any nervousness when she spoke, and the question she asked was still vague, but Rocky understood what she was asking.

He is now a tribute to the natural disaster, a captive of the high-level theoremist, a theoremist limited by the energy of the natural disaster, and Betty who is handicapped by his side.

The situation is more dire than ever.

"Is there a way to deal with the natural disaster energy in my body?" Rocky kept beating the ground with branches when he asked the cicada, looking thoughtful.

"I personally have nothing to do." Cicada's answer was very bachelor, but she didn't stop the conversation: "But why don't you ask about the miraculous Apocalypse?"

Lodge paused, and suddenly realized the problem.

Since he pushed the door open, he has never been in contact with Apocalypse, as if subconsciously rejecting this behavior.

But now the situation is special, he can't allow his subconscious to continue to be willful.

Rocky closed his eyes, and in the next moment, the door of truth that reaches the sky appeared in front of him.

Cicada, whom I haven't seen for a long time, is still wearing that dress, but now she has eyes.

"Go in and have a look." Cicada pointed to the door of truth: "After all, it chose you, maybe you two will kowtow to you when you see each other."

The Apocalypse is alive, and Cicada has said this from the very beginning.

Rocky walked into the door, and the black and white flames opened up a path for him to the center, and the apocalypse continued to rotate slowly at the end.

The orange lightning in the sky was still flashing, and with a muffled sound, the door behind Rocky slammed shut, and the Apocalypse stopped spinning.

Well, the door to the truth has been shut.

The surrounding black and white flames began to gather on the Apocalypse, and gradually condensed into a human form.

It wobbled forward and then stopped in place.

But Rocky was keenly aware of something it wanted to hide.

"Are you afraid of falling? So you stood where you were?"

Revelation scratched his head a little dullly: "Yes."

Its voice is as distant as if it came from the sky, and as clear as it is whispering in the ear.

"Then why, you want to become like this?" Rocky pointed to it, expressing his doubts.

Although the phrase 'ask it the point' kept repeating in his mind, his instinct drove Rocky to keep asking questions.

As if trying to understand it better.

"Because it's strange to talk to a book." Revelation didn't know what to do, and simply shook his arms up and down: "At least from your perspective."

"It's also the first time I've spoken to a person, so I wanted to be as formal as possible,"

There are many questions popping up in Rocky's mind, and he wants to ask but is interrupted by Revelation.

"You and I are one whole."

"Your doubts are my doubts." The words of Revelation directly solved all of Rocky's problems.

It doesn't know who created itself, nor why it chose Rocky.

But Rocky didn't believe in this evil, and more outrageous questions emerged in his mind.

Apocalypse 'patted' itself on the head as a sign of displeasure.

"Listen, don't think about those outlandish questions."

"I don't know what color socks Ethan is wearing today, and I don't know why the girl outside the door only has eyes."

"I don't have a degree!"

"And I don't know where the end of the universe is!"

It wobbled and walked in front of Rocky, and slapped him lightly.

It was like being blown by a breeze.

Rocky thought to himself: 'It's quite comfortable. '

"Think about business!"

Fortunately, it knew what was going on in Rocky's mind, otherwise it would definitely be overwhelmed by endless questions.

Revelation pointed to Rocky's chest: "That energy is essentially a variant of ether."

"So 'black light' should be able to destroy, and then use 'incandescent' to assimilate the residue."

Looking at Rocky in the mist, Revelation suddenly came to his senses, and then explained: "Black light and incandescence is the name of your ether."

It 'looked' at Rocky, with an unusually serious tone: "These are the two ethers that were born when the world was first born. If you die, they will cease to exist."

"So please live well."

Rocky was a little surprised when he heard this.

It turns out that the aether I was using was a rare antique.

But Rocky was still a little frustrated after being surprised: "I have tried to use black ether. Black light to destroy the blockage, but it has no effect."

Revelation looked at him with his arms crossed: "How do you say something to describe others?"

It thought hard for a while, and finally gave the answer: "Are you a pig?"

"Is using your tongue the same as using a toothpick?"

It's a wonderful metaphor, but Rocky understood it unexpectedly.

Just like a chili seed stuck in the back molar, no matter how much you lick it with your tongue without a toothpick, it is useless.

"But I don't have a toothpick." Rocky shrugged: "Or I don't know what a toothpick is."

Revelation shook its head, as if to say 'what a useless boy', then it pointed to the sky.

"Your own ether is the toothpick."

"My own?" Rocky's expression was indescribably distorted: "Isn't the black light and incandescence mine?"

Revelation pointed to himself: "That's mine, because you are a member of the 'Family Sharing Group', so it belongs to you too."

"But you've never used your own ether, and now it looks like you don't even know it exists."

The thunder in the sky suddenly had a tone, the voice was like a wronged child crying.

Then a thick thunderbolt directly hit Rocky's body.

"Pick out the dirt with your own toothpick."

The black light turned into a blade and violently hit the blockage formed by the natural disaster energy, and then the thunder light struck and slashed fiercely at the tail of the blade.

The blockage began to crack and turned into clusters of residue, which were then devoured by the swarming incandescence.

Rocky opened his eyes, it was still the same cage.

There were orange lightning flashes in his eyes, and three kinds of ethers were rushing in his body.

"How do you feel?" Cicada's voice was expectant.

Rocky looked at the thunder light dancing on his fingertips, and the smile on his face gradually became presumptuous.

"It feels great."

He stood up and moved around: "It's time to settle the old score."

Betty on the side felt very strange.

This person closed his eyes and squinted for a while, and then turned on the electricity?
What she couldn't understand the most was, why did he pretend?
　Speaking big, the speed is still much slower than before.

　　The state is not very good recently and I am trying to adjust it. If there is any impact on the content, please let me know in time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)