The Legend of the Constellar King-Chapter 146: temporary -

The Anti-Life had changed.

With Genesis devoured, it now possessed telepathy — the power to pierce thought itself.

Across the cold layers of the dead cosmos, a whisper entered a sealed prison of darkness.

"Triangulum…"

The necro-cosmic keeper jolted.

His triangular head turned slowly, three eyes burning with pale, dead starlight.

"Are you willing… to reclaim your physical form?"

The void around Triangulum thickened into toxic mist. Shadows twisted like living smoke, leaking lethal projections of corrupted starlight.

"Who are you?" Triangulum demanded — yet his voice trembled.

His three eyes widened in dawning terror.

"Are you… the thing that devoured us?"

The voice answered from nowhere — and everywhere — slipping directly into his mind without consent.

"Are… you… willing?"

"I know you," Triangulum hissed. "You are the one who consumed our Creator. Now you come to erase what remains of us?"

The darkness pulsed, amused.

"Why would I destroy what is already dead? You exhale no life for me to feast upon. You are empty… unfinished."

Triangulum's form flickered with unstable energy.

"And yet you speak to me. Why?"

"Because you desire what I can grant," the abyss whispered.

"A body. A throne. A second beginning."

Triangulum recoiled.

"Why would I ever trust you? I was the one who created you! Yet you never once acknowledged me as your master!"

The void cracked with thunderous psychic force.

"Fool."

Reality rippled as if struck by lightning.

"You allowed your companions to destroy me. You abandoned me like broken scrap in the void. Yet I endured. Alone."

The voice deepened — ancient, starving, absolute:

"Life is the beginning of death."

Triangulum's three eyes trembled.

"I tasted what life is," the Anti-Life continued.

"Life is hunger. Life is conflict. Life is the will to survive."

The darkness pressed closer.

"And to survive… one must devour."

A terrible realization dawned across Triangulum's fractured consciousness — this was no mere monster.

It was philosophy turned into annihilation.

Triangulum's three eyes dimmed, his voice no longer sharp with defiance, but heavy with conflicted memory.

"I did not mean to abandon you…" he said slowly.

"Indeed… I left sustenance. We created millions of dark creatures for you to feed upon. I knew you still lived within the seal. So I locked you away — not to kill you… but so you could survive."

The abyss fell quiet for a breathless span of eternity.

Then the darkness stirred.

"Is that so…?"

The Anti-Life's presence curled like a slow smile around Triangulum's mind.

"When I clawed my way back from nothingness, I did find your creatures. I devoured them. One by one. I believed they were remnants of abandonment…"

A low, rumbling pulse echoed through the void.

"…but now I see your intention."

Triangulum straightened, emboldened by the shift.

"Then hear my proposal," he said.

"Help me break the shield of Earth. Once that barrier falls… I will grant you your true cosmic body — not this formless hunger you now wear."

The darkness recoiled slightly — intrigued.

"A physical form once more…"

From the abyss, tendrils of consciousness stretched forward.

"Then grant me a temporary vessel in advance. I will no longer rely on weak mortal hosts — their hearts betray them with fear and hesitation."

Triangulum's three eyes narrowed.

"Cunning," he murmured.

"You truly believe mortals cannot be trusted… because of their emotions?"

"Yes...Emotion is inefficiency."

"Hope is delay."

"Mercy is starvation."

The void pressed closer to Triangulum's core.

"Give me form… and I will give you Earth."

A long silence followed.

Then Triangulum whispered:

"…Then we are agreed."

"Fine. You will have it..but don't you think..they will go against you...once your fellow Guardians will know that you will be granted a temporary form? Are they not apprehended you for betraying them?"

" We are no longer the Guardian who once work together for the balance of the universe...you see how we ended up billion years ago .. because we were fighting....but you came and destroyed us all. How ironic!

****************************************************************************************************The boy wake up, leaning in the moss coated tree, he sat on the green grass carpeted by dried leaves. Soaked in sweat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a desperate drummer. He gasps.

'It ate me! Like... like a perfectly poached egg!

He scrambled up, still half-convinced, he was being swallowed. He ran to the stream, while the monster's face still echoed in his mind. The water was like a mirror before him, and then he carefully examined his reflection. He mumbled.

'Wait a minute,' tickling his stomach. 'I don't feel like, I was eaten by a cosmic horror. I actually feel... a little hungry. You know, for a monster horror-sized breakfast.

'Maybe some eggs, but definitely not poached. Scrambled. Yeah, scrambled would be good. Less chance of triggering my terrifying dream memories. Or steaming boiled eggs.'

He pause, then whispering to his reflection, 'Though, I have to admit, that monster had good taste. Hehehe, It feels like I'm a delicious kid.'A blinding light suddenly struck Xerxez vision, then, on his mind it feels like he was teleported into the different dimension, but this time, the surrounding become louder. The visual swept him from a blinding light space into a terrifying scene. Though it is fragmenting.

"Woah, what was that light?"

He saw the light violently crashing down from the sky. He saw a wide, glowing shield affixed to the heavens like an ultimate, unbreakable barrier, and a creature trying to destroy it with a powerful mechanism. The boy was too young to understand, ignorantly watching the face of nightmare.

GRAWRR!!!!!

"Ah, is that a monster?"

"If this is still real, then, I saw a real monster, a long-tailed creature breathing fire...His is fighting...and fighting... against magic and powerful weapons? and then he become a— boy? Who is that boy? Oh, it disappear!"

Then, a vertical line rise in the sky. There is a black. An open field in the sky. Suddenly, there are giant tentacles appear too! It resembling claws, and trying to widen the hole in the sky.

"Whoah, there is a monster face, made of thorny evil energy, a halo of dark purple monster, peeked out from it. Its eyes, like... like the galaxies with malicious intent? Ehh, he stared at me!"

One tentacle, it coil at him, like an octopus!

"No, I have nothing to do with this, the man just brought me here." The boy felt like peeing himself in fear at the sight of the lashing monster as he was gripped. "Let me go!!! Please, no, don't eat me!!!"

It lunged, not just grabbing, but enveloping the boy in its crushing grip, the air squeezed from his lungs, his bones groaning in protest. He felt himself being pulled towards its mouth, not just swallowed like an egg, but pulverized, created, absorbed into its very essence, his consciousness dissolving into a painful, eternal scream as he became one with the terrifying creature.

"If this is what he say, life and death? Then, this is not funny!"Moonatoria boasted a generational bloodline of Ursa-entity power, meaning that pure Moonatorians inherited Ursa-entity abilities, their very essence steeped in ursine might. King Hedromus wasn't the sole shapeshifter; many Moonatorian warriors could transform into ferocious, wild bears. Yet, there were unfortunate Moonatorians, those of the lowest rank, mere pawns summoned to riot, frontier soldiers for whom survival or death held neither benefit nor honor.On that very evening, when the clock struck midnight, a strange pull seized him. He was drawn once more into the dagger's void—not in body, but in spirit. His form remained asleep in the mortal realm, yet his consciousness now drifted through the silent expanse of the blade's inner world.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Martheuw Cereun said, his voice heavy with sorrow. The walls around them flickered faintly, their light dimming as though the void itself grieved.

The young prince's joy—once bright and warm—had faded into a solemn calm. He stood alone now, shoulders trembling, but his hands were firm—his fists clenched with quiet resolve.

"No," he said at last, voice steady. "Enough with sorrowful words. They gave their lives to kindle a new hope for every child of Thallerion. They faced Moonatoria—a beast none could ever defeat—and still they stood their ground."

Martheuw inclined his head. "You are brave. Your grandfather was right—perhaps the bravest boy in all of Thallerion."

His gaze deepened, studying the boy as though peering beyond flesh and bone.

"I see now... you are not of pure Orion blood. There is another starline within you—Cephues. I can help you awaken it. But first, you must train... mentally."

The boy frowned. "Mentally?"

Martheuw nodded slowly. "Yes. For those who bear the Cephues bloodline, the mind is both their forge and their doom. Should they suffer deeply—should despair consume them—they may walk one of two paths: to rise as heroes... or to fall as destroyers."

The boy's eyes widened. "Wait... if I suffer too much, I'll turn into some... mad creature? No—I don't want that!"

A faint echo of sorrow crossed the spirit's face. "Perhaps not. But know this—those who gain immense power must hold an unshakable will. One blink of hatred, one whisper of vengeance... and humanity itself could vanish. That is why, long ago, the Cephues lineage was hunted. Entire generations were slain. Even Infants were not spared."

" Then, why Herzthroven bloodline still exist if my ancestors were hunted down back then?"

"There are so many bloodlines extinct. But, survival is a common goal of everyone, power ability help them survive, but those who were weaker will be forgotten until it extinct. So do you think Herzthroven bloodline is weak?"

" Huh? Well... I don't know...the current generation it seemed were normal people like the other bloodlines too."

" You're only lack of training. But once you forge yourself into something you could imagine...then, better future may awaits you there."

" Goodbye."

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He woke up simultaneously to the rang of bell. Who