"Kaito, you cannot control your threads now.
We, the 12 Gods, have sealed your karma thread.
You must die before you ascend to godhood."
"You sick bastard, you'll finally die after killing my sons and daughters.
My beloved children will be watching you in hell, laughing."
Kaito was naked, his body exposed, full of blood and holes,
and he was still resisting the gods' attacks.
The blood was gushing out of his wounds like a waterfall;
the area was full of blood, but he was calm as ice,
as the gods watched him with pity.
"He sought to claim the Karma Thread for himself, aiming to control the destiny of all beings," a god sighed, "His ambition was a threat to the natural order, and we couldn't allow it to come to pass."
So many memories that were buried deep in his heart
began to relive themselves, sprouting into life before his eyes.
"I failed in the end," Kaito sighed in his heart, emotionally,
yet there were no regrets. This end result was something he had foreseen.
When he made his decision in the beginning, he had prepared himself for this.
To be a vice weaver is to be merciless and cruel, a murderer and destroyer.
There is no place in heaven or earth for such a thing –
turning into an enemy of the world, still having to face the consequences.
"If this Reverse Time Thread is effective, I shall ascend to be a god in this next life!"
With this thought, Kaito couldn't help but let out a big laugh.
"Wicked demon, what are you laughing about?"
At this moment, the gods were about to kill him,
and then, with a loud bang, Kaito was engulfed in super bright lights....
The snow fell quietly on a mid-sized tavern.
Inside, a newborn baby's cry echoed through the air.
The mother, Luo Wei, looked at her baby and smiled, naming him Kaito.
The father, Feng Huang, stood beside her, his eyes welling up with tears
as he gazed at his child. "A son," he whispered, his voice trembling with joy.
"We have a son."
Luo Wei reached out, handing the baby to Feng Huang.
He cradled Kaito in his arms, feeling a sense of wonder
and responsibility wash over him. "He's so small," Feng Huang said,
his voice filled with awe. Luo Wei smiled, her eyes shining with happiness.
"He's perfect."
Kaito's cry was not a loud, healthy wail, but a quiet,
almost calculating mewling. His eyes, though unfocused,
seemed to hold a hint of intensity, as if he was already observing
the world around him. Luo Wei and Feng Huang exchanged a glance,
sensing something unusual about their child.
"The cycle begins anew. Time to rewrite my destiny."
Kaito let out a soft, raspy sigh, his tiny chest rising
and falling with a quiet intensity.
As Luo Wei and Feng Huang gazed at their son,
they couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and trepidation.
Little did they know, their child's fate was already intertwined
with the threads of destiny, waiting to be unraveled.
The tavern, nestled in a remote corner of the realm,
was a humble abode, but its significance would soon become apparent.
The snow continued to fall, casting a serene silence over the scene,
as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.