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Demonic and divine energy could not exist with each other. Evan knew this well and never allowed them to meet each other in the same body. In his past world, most light mages used spells based on divine energy. In contrast, there were demonologists and dark mages.

There was no way Evan would expect this spell to contain both demonic and divine power. Only demon spells and forbidden dark magic spells contained demonic energy. Evan was sure he could easily sense its presence in another spell, but he didn't notice anything. At the last second of his life, he realized why this had happened.

The demonic and divine energies suppressed each other, causing Evan not to notice their presence in the spell. Moreover, the spell itself was not ordinary at all. Evan assumed that only spells used by members of light organizations would have divine energy. They must have had their own secret techniques and unique spells.

Evan died within seconds. His body couldn't take it, and it was his heart that took the brunt of it. It just burst because of the overload. Evan's blood slowly spilled over the stone floor. From the outside, it might have looked as if someone had killed Evan.

A crackle.

A crackling sound was heard. It came from Evan's Warp. When the mage died, "Nirvana" did not disappear immediately. It gradually disintegrated, just as the Warp did.

With each passing second, the cracks in the crimson sphere grew larger and larger, and very soon, it would collapse completely.

Crack.

When "Warp" should have broken into small pieces, the scythe inside the sphere suddenly came into motion. It had only activated once during the entire time, during a test at the academy, the rest of the time, it just hovered inside Evan's Warp.

He knew nothing of the power or nature of this scythe. Last time it had somehow strangely altered the purple spirit, causing it to transmit the wrong information.

Whoosh.

A dark energy began to emanate from the scythe. More and more of it came out with each passing second. As cracks formed in the Warp, this darkness was able to escape its limits. It simultaneously held "Warp" back from destruction and slowly consumed the entire space.

"Nirvana" was an infinite space, but the darkness emitted by the slash could spread over very far distances.

...

Since Nirvana and Warp were still intact, Evan's consciousness still existed in this world. If not for the strange scythe, he would have died long ago.

"А? Where am I?" Evan muttered, puzzled. He was sure that the contact of the two energies had caused him to be killed, but now he was in some strange place.

<Hmm, it's only my consciousness. My real body is already dead. But, why do I still exist and can even think? It looks like I have a chance to get out of this mess.>

Evan thought, looking at the two doors in front of him. They stood in the middle of space. One of them was white and crystal clear. There was a pleasant and soothing aura about it, like a gateway to heaven.

The second door was very different. It was not a gate to hell. It didn't burn brightly, and there was no lava spreading out beside it. It would be more accurate to say that the second door was like a gate to the abyss.

It was as black as pitch-black. It gave off a calm but oppressive and desolate aura. If heaven was like good and hell like evil, then the abyss was the third side. There was nothing but emptiness and the lost souls of the long dead.

Evan had to decide which door to walk through, and he immediately decided on his choice.

Click.

Evan opened the dark door, and as he walked on, there was a long path of stone slabs in front of him. He walked leisurely forward. Evan didn't know if his choice was right, but he wouldn't even consider the white door an option. The very thought of touching something so light, bright, and supposedly beautiful disgusted him.

Step. Step. Step.

He walked slowly forward. There was nothing around him, only stone slabs appearing in front of him, keeping him from falling into this impenetrable emptiness.

<It looks like I'm here. Evan thought, looking at the shards that appeared in the distance.>

As he got closer, Evan realized what it was.

<My memories from a past life? Why are they here, and it doesn't seem to be all of them, just certain ones...>.

With each passing second, more and more shards of his memories appeared next to Evan. They all referred to only one subject: the murders.

These were all murders and atrocities Evan had committed in a past life. Millions of people were killed by him, hundreds of thousands of villages and cities were destroyed. Hundreds of counties and dozens of kingdoms were destroyed at his whim.

Many great mages and organizations fell at his hands. During some battles, Evan accidentally destroyed entire settlements, those memories were here as well.

Evan was not surprised, and he did not feel any emotion. After he was reborn, these memories left him only for a short period of time. During the fight with Abigail, he remembered everything. He did not regret the killing and destruction. That was not his concern, he was only moving toward his goal. The lives of strangers and their fates were of no importance to him.

After an unknown amount of time, an exceptionally bright shard appeared on the horizon. It was the greatest murder Evan had ever committed.

"Emperor..." Evan muttered slowly.

When Evan fought the emperor, their attacks destroyed the throne room and half the entire empire. It was a battle that changed Evan's former world forever. On that day, he killed the one whom many believed to be a god.

Evan headed onward with a calm face. He felt like he had been walking for a very long time, and he had already seen all his memories associated with killing anyone but one.

<This must be the key to getting out of here. Evan thought as he watched a small splinter appear on the last stone slab.>

Unlike all the others, it was dark and frightening. It looked like a shard from a cursed mirror.

The emperor's murder was Evan's last and greatest murder, but the most important murder was another. It changed his whole life and led to the path he's been on ever since.

"My very first murder...the first person I killed was my father," Evan muttered coldly as he looked at the small shard.

He remembered that picture clearly. Evan regretted, he regretted that he was too weak and didn't kill this man much sooner. His father was far from a good man, and at one point, Evan decided he couldn't take it anymore. One night he stuck a knife through his father's heart and went his own way.

"Eh, too bad I was a kid then, and it took me quite a while to figure out how to act to survive in this world."

Whooosh.

Suddenly an enormous amount of memories headed toward that black shard. Evan didn't understand what was happening, in an instant, all these memories began to merge into one.

After a while, it was complete.

<What is this...?>

Evan thought to himself, looking at the result of this procedure. All his memories had turned into a gray blob.. Millions of lives and an infinite amount of agony and suffering were inserted into that blob.