Chapter 717: The Opposite


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    Ss hurriedly wiped his face, not having time to care that this blood showed no signs of evaporating beneath the oppressive heat. In fact, he found that the empty space at the bottom of the volcano had grownrger.


    Thanks to the cubes of Metarock, there was some reprieve from the constant oppression of theva. But it was still in a rtively small region.


    Now, however, it was evenrger. There was a great pressure pushing out, and it only took Ss a moment to realize that it...


    ''Telekinesis!''


    Ss'' pupils trembled.


    Just how strong did one''s telekinesis have to be to push away this muchva? You didn''t just have to carry the weight of the surroundingva, but all of theva above as well. To say it was millions upon millions of kilograms of weight didn''t do it justice.


    However, Ss barely had time to dwell on this before he locked eyes on the current state of the Basilisk King.


    If it wasn''t for the fact Ss could feel their connection, he wouldn''t have thought that this was his contract at all.


    The Basilisk King didn''t have more than a few sparse scales remaining on its body. The rest of it was a mass of flesh with bone sticking out in several locations.


    It writhed there on top of the Aether Stone Mine, its skin bubbling up and even foaming in some locations as though blood far too hot for it to manage was rushing through its veins.


    When Ss saw this, his expression sank.


    Much like with all things rted to his Serpentes Contracts, he knew exactly what was happening.


    The evolution hadn''t failed, it had seeded. But the Basilisk King still wasn''t able to take that final step, not because there weren''t enough resources, but because its mind wasn''t strong enough.


    Its Will was too weak.


    Ss stood there, watching in silence as the Basilisk King struggled. He could feel that its zing motivation from earlier had already dulled to a barely perceptible ember.


    It was easy to have motivation before rubber met road. But many shied away when they realized just how difficult things were.


    This time, however, Ss wasn''t even sure he could me the Basilisk King.


    Was this even something that he could deal with?


    Not only had the Basilisk King basically had all its skin peeled away in such a forceful manner, but it felt like it was burning from the inside out.


    Ss was about to reach out to put the Basilisk King in the Hibernation Realm to save it, but then he hesitated.


    If he did that, the Basilisk King would be healed, but would that fix anything?


    No.


    There was no sense of awareness in the Hibernation Realm, which was why Ss wasn''t sure if Nosphaleen could both be inside of it and take part in her Trial.


    This was to say that if the Basilisk King was suffering because of a mental block, it wouldn''t be able to fix it in the Hibernation Realm. If anything, it would be entirely useless because Ss would never be able to take it out to battle again.


    Ss hesitated again.


    He might not be able to take it out to battle, but he would still be able to fuse with it, probably. He could probably also level it up from there if he ran into more Mature Aether as well.


    All things considered, that was a better oue than the Basilisk King dying right here and now. The losses would be too great.


    After all, Ss had just spent a Silver Grade Treasure and an outer-world FFF - Gene Core. If the Basilisk King just died, then his losses wouldn''t be small.


    As great as the gains here were, Legendary Path Treasures weren''t things that you could just buy on the outside market. It was no less difficult to find on the open market than Metarock.


    The mournful cries of the Basilisk King continued to echo and it seemed like it would run to the end of its life very soon.


    Ss was about to make a move when a sh of inspiration hit him.


    His Beast Totem appeared high above his head once again, but this time, instead of buffing the Basilisk King, he used Beacon.


    At that moment, something inside the Basilisk King stirred.


    The call of a master spread across a six-kilometer range, and the Basilisk King was obviously no different. It could sense an arrogant gaze looking down on it from above, presenting it with a suffocating presence that beckoned it forward.


    For some reason... that feeling pissed the Basilisk King off.


    It was in so much pain. Who was calling it now? And why was the presence so powerful?


    The Basilisk King reached out to Ss, seemingly wanting some help. It was trying to focus on saving itself, but now so much of its mind was upied with fighting off this call. How could it fight against it and save itself at the same time?


    It was impossible.


    But it was coldly rebuffed by Ss.


    The Basilisk King was struck with terror. It couldn''t open its eyes or even control its body very much, but it could still see the vision of Ss very well...


    Because it had seen it before.


    That single nce before Ss turned his back on it, leaving it to.


    The mind of the Basilisk King returned to that day it was left with Grin... how that knife felt slicing into the gaps between its scales, that light smile as he carved it up as though it was already meat on his tter.


    The anger the Basilisk King had forgotten bubbled back up.


    This wasn''t the first time it had suffered such humiliation, it wasn''t the second time either, it wasn''t even the third.


    Time and time again. The same weakness, the same loss of face, the same humiliating dereliction of duty to the blood running through its veins.


    That was when the Basilisk King felt it.


    Rage.


    It wasn''t rageing from him, but rather his bloodline.


    The bubbling blood within him finally seemed to pierce through the veil separating them.


    At that moment, the Basilisk King could hear the fury of its Ancestors. It was still faint, and most of it was muffled through countlessyers ofplexities and seals...


    But it finally heard it.


    And that fury wasn''t toward the humiliation the Basilisk King had faced, or toward the voicen/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    distracting it from saving itself...


    But rather aimed toward it.


    Its Ancestors were furious with him.


    The Basilisk King shook from head to tail, a radiant light suddenly pulsing out from its body.


    It was the feeling of expectations being let down, the feelings of the weight of a Lineage being ced on his shoulders, and yet having been ignored for so long.


    Suddenly, the Basilisk King couldn''t hear the call of Beacon anymore, or even his own memories. It could only hear the cry of his Ancestors...


    Tears brimmed in the Basilisk King''s eyes.


    He had a thought at that moment that he couldn''t recall thest time he had had...


    What was his name?


    He didn''t even remember...


    At that moment, the Basilisk King made a choice directly opposing Ss.


    He couldn''t fall here.


    Not for himself...


    But rather his Race.


    A radiant golden light spread out in all directions.