"That's unbelievable, I never heard of a single person who could control the two powers before," Ricaro suddenly said with a shocked tone, "You can't be real, you are risking your life here. we need to leave, now."

The tone of Ricaro changed from astonishment to fear, he was afraid. James didn't bother with him as he suddenly felt some heat originating from him. He tried to locate its source, but he failed.

'Don't bother, this is the merge process being born. Just sit tight and wait like us for the final result, and also pray if you have anything to pray to,' the first scepter said to James, who was yet unaware of the scale of things he was doing here.

He was trying to survive, but he didn't imagine he would end up breaking all the rules and creating his own legend.

No one here who was aware of what was going on saw a single chance for him to survive, not even Rigo. The three enemies were sure he would explode, as no one ever tried to merge the two opposing powers and survived.

They were all ended by a huge BANG, a one that was enough to create a black hole on its own.

Greed wasn't new to the living sentient being here in this cosmo, in fact many tried to merge the two powers before. After so many trials, and a lot of bangs and destruction, unspoken rule was written among those who sought to harvest the two powers.

Never merge the two powers inside your body, always aim for the kind of power that matched yours. Any deviation from this rule ended up rdangering not only your life, but everyone's life around you as well.

So, the three began to struggle with all their might, in a try to escape here. staying here equalled death, and so they had to leave here and find another cruiser to control and then leave here.

Approximately half an hour would separate between the beginning of the merge and the big explosion that would follow, so they had a tight time schedule. As for the scepters, they had to forget any idea about gaining them.

Their life was way more important than anything else right now.

As for the scepters, the first and smaller scepter of the two hoped James would be alive at the end of this. The second and bigger scepter didn't share this optimism like its younger brother.

The large scepter knew what would end up after merging the two powers together, so it was pinning every hope it had over consuming its younger brother and the soul of James and end up being the sole controller of this mortal body of James.

This was the only way it had to live, as the three enemies, the scepters had their plans as well. As for Dora, she was oblivious to all of this. For her, James was trying his best to free her, and she was trying to help him after one hand of her was freed at last.

Rigo, on the distant small cruiser, was eyeing his leader with utmost care and regret. He knew the end result of this, however he couldn't disobey his leader's orders.

He thought James intended to put the second scepter inside the body of Dora, however when the second scepter took away the four weapons he understood everything.

However it was too late for him to act, as in a blink of an eye the second scepter went inside James body. it was over, that was what he was thinking right now.

Inside this commanding deck of the burning large cruiser inside this part of space where a fierce brutal battle was raging without mercy, everyone had his plans about surviving this threat, all except one.

James himself.

James wasn't feeling that fear or stress as the others felt, in fact once the heat emerged in him he didn't feel anything at all. His mind was paralyzed as his whole body began to be stiff again.

He was still helping Dora in freeing herself from the restraints, however he was doing this automatically without any sign of control over his body.

He lost all the control over everything, at this precise delicate complicated moment, James felt like diving suddenly inside freezing waters. His body began to be numb and his mind felt like it was separating from his body.

Or his soul began to be separated from his body. He felt like floating in space, without any restrictions of his body he felt he had no weight at all. There was nothing that made him feel a single weight, not a burden, not a responsibility, not love.

At this moment he felt hollow, empty from inside. He was just starting to escape from his fate and begin a new life, however right now at this precise moment he felt he never had a life to begin with.

No family to mourn him, no friends to speak about his memory,nor a girl who would weep over his departure.

He knew he was dying, and this way of death was really bad, as he felt like a trash, nothing in this big cosmo that would disappear without leaving a trace.

A trash like him was aiming to have a good life, how hilarious it was. That is what he thought when he remembered his dreams and goals he fought hard for.

What dreams? All he dreamed of was to have a life, which was basically the simplest and most rudimentary right for any living being in this cosmos.

He was fighting to be equal with the lowest rights anyone would be born with, what made him be? A trash? That was even an optimistic way to describe himself.

Suddenly he felt anger, all that hollow and emptiness inside him began to shift towards one single point, one idea that controlled his whole soul… anger.

He was angry at everyone he met so far, every single bastard that helped to put him in this situation in the first place. He shouldn't feel like this, no one should.

He gazed at Dora. At this specific moment, everything around him was still, like a picture that was frozen at this single moment, however he was the only motion in it.