The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Millions of years ago, a beautiful snake came up with a crazy idea.

“Big Brother, I think the only way to ensure the heavens truly bleed is by taking their most prized possession. They took your mother from you, and though you claim you’re fine, I know you aren’t.

So why don’t we take something from them?”

“That will be a suicide mission, you know that, right?”

“I know, Big Brother, but you also said one day, the happiness we so very much crave must be protected, and from my calculations, entering the Pool of Secrets is the only way.

From what I know of the Void, anything it spawns comes in one. Meaning there wouldn’t be a second one out there.

If we allow the heavens to succeed, giving this heaven-defying physique, universe-shattering Body Constitution, and such terrifying techniques to their minions wouldn’t be easy for us.

So we might fail, but our chances of winning are also very high.

You have me, and we have the thousands of transformed heavens’ chosen and even the Paragon guards. I say we have a shot at winning.

I might not appear in your next incarnation, but before the ultimate is born, I will be out, and that is when we will make the heavens truly bleed.”

“The future me is going to be pissed if he finds out I won’t be leaving my memories behind.”

“No need to look down, Big Brother. I saw your life, know all your techniques and secrets. Since your memories are getting wiped out, I will become your memories, and when I awaken, you can have them back.”

“You really have everything figured out?”

“I do, Big Brother. Without me, you would’ve been long dead.”

“That is true, but no need to be smug about it.”

“I must send my ladies off to reincarnate on the Paragon Star before this mission. I don’t want the heavens interfering with their reincarnations after I am gone.”

“They will be pissed.”

“They’ll have their chance in the future. Plus, if we succeed, their future will be terrifying. Imagine giving the additional class, constitution, and many more.”

“That will depend on your next incarnation and my succeeding. But in the end, we can only try and succeed.”

“Very well. Let’s do it.”

“To the future then.”

The beautiful snake laughed, raising her wine glass. Years later, the heaven door, said to be guarded by a celestial beast, broke down. Legends have it that when the gate came down, the heavens shook.

Then they started to cry blood, for their most prized possession was taken from them when Pickle Berry took a dive into the Pool of Secrets.

Now, standing before Klaus is the same snake, but very young yet incredibly intelligent. Her smile says it all.

“You are evil, Pickle Berry, but I love evil,” Klaus laughed.

“That you do, Big Brother. If you didn’t love evil, you wouldn’t have that wind girl in your harem,” Pickle Berry laughed.

“Who are you talking about? Lily? She is actually very sweet,” Klaus raised his brow.

“I guess we shall see,” Pickle Berry laughed.

Klaus wanted to ask more, but he knew the first rule of reincarnation: never ask someone about your past if you don’t want to die hearing it.

So he dropped it, and thus he started talking about the main subject.

“So this was what you managed to steal from them,” Klaus asked, and Pickle Berry nodded.

“These were the only ones I managed to take before the heavens intervened. That was when I executed the plan and wiped the Pool out of existence.”

“That is great then. I guess they wouldn’t be happy teaching them to the Earthlings,” Klaus smiled.

“Indeed. But there is also nothing they can do. I may have found a way to help the humans learn anything you want them to, and the heavens wouldn’t be able to do anything.”

“How so?”

Pickle Berry waved her hand, and a stone tablet moved and appeared before them.

“This is the Supreme Sculpting Art. It’s one of the most profound techniques I managed to take from the pool. Basically, it allows you to sculpt these stone tablets with the writings on them.

But what makes it even more profound is that the carving will contain the true essence of the technique, meaning comprehending it will have meaning.

It wouldn’t be any random sculpture. No, this carving will hold the essence of the technique, and the best part is it will be imbued with the Paragon Star energy, meaning the heavens wouldn’t have control over it.”

Pickle Berry smirks.

“But this technique is more than that, and after you are done learning it, you will come to understand that merely sculpting a sculpture of, let’s say, a demi-god can harness such power of such a demi-god, provided you can withstand the backlash from the sculpting.”

“I see. Then this is going to be a good one,” Klaus laughed. “However, I now have the Star Monarch bloodline, and its effect is very powerful. It basically gives them a second class.”

“Then this will even be overly great. Making them learn a new Physique or constitution would not only improve upon their past selves, but with your blood, they would have more than one strength to fight.

Imagine having a Titan and a Stone Demon in the same body or merging the two into one, making it a Stone Titan. There are so many ways this can be utilized.

We just have to plan it well. But before that, you must learn the Supreme Sculpting Art.”

“Okay. But would you stay here and keep staring at me?” Klaus asked, knowing even with his hivemind, it would take a couple of days to master the technique.

“Who wants to stare at you for days?” Pickle Berry laughed. “I will be on the outside having fun with my mothers. They are obsessed with me.”

“Just don’t let them spoil you. I don’t want you to become lazy anytime soon,” Klaus laughed.

“I am a five-year-old with memories of a Sage Immortal; spoiling me is the last thing you should worry about. They need me.”

“You do you. I will focus here first.”

“Then good luck, Big Brother.” Pickle Berry left her soul space and went back to the real world, where she would become the young, incredibly old little girl everyone would come to love.