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“Bang!”
Miyelin decisively unleashed Blood Magic, transforming his body into a mist of blood. But before the mist could drift away, it was forced to coalesce again. Miyelin's pale face flickered in and out of view, sometimes fierce, sometimes shrouded in mist, creating an eerie spectacle.
He looked down to see Garen’s palm radiating strands of golden light. Every time his blood mist spread outward, it was ruthlessly severed by the golden Fighting Spirit!
Level 9?! A chill ran through Miyelin's heart. He remembered that just two months ago, this guy was only at level 7! In such a short time, he had managed to rise two levels?
With a low growl, Miyelin abandoned any thought of retreat. His black wings unfurled behind him, shattering the ground beneath him as he launched the hooked tips of his wings toward Garen!
“I shall make Justice Punish All Beings!”
A greatsword appeared in Garen's hand, piercing through Miyelin's abdomen with a clang, pinning him to the ground! In the solemn white light, those black wings were reduced to ashes as if they were being burned away!
“White! What are you standing there for?!” Miyelin shrieked. Under the judgmental light, patches of skin on his face were scorched away, plunging him into extreme agony.
Yes, this warrior was too strong! Strong enough that he had no room for counterattack! The only one capable of defeating him was White. Over the years, White had trained alongside that woman, and in terms of strength, even the mid-tier vampires in the castle could not compare!
As long as White was willing to intervene, this warrior would be crushed in an instant—perhaps even killed outright!
“If he dies, I will have a hard time,” Pale Face said expressionlessly, gazing calmly at Garen.
Garen frowned slightly. This woman, who had briefly appeared at Black Dragon Mountain Range, exuded an aura of mystery. He could not see through her strength at all; if it came down to a fight, Garen had no confidence in winning.
She was like an envoy from the abyss; even her cold gaze sent shivers down one’s spine.
At that moment, White continued with her second sentence: “But I would be very pleased.”
“You filthy woman! Despicable Abandoned Slave! You traitor!”
Miyelin went into a frenzy, glaring at White with venomous eyes. “You will be punished... The Solomon Clan will never let you go for being a traitor! Bastard!! In the name of blood, I curse you to become Solomon's slave for all eternity, forever trapped in the shackles of blood!”
When the last word was spoken by Miyelin, Stormblade had already sliced through his throat.
The pure white light blazed like flames, and Miyelin screamed in terror as his body rapidly burned away, turning into sparkling ashes that scattered into the air.
Miyelin died just like that. At the moment of his annihilation, the Bronze Bell shattered as well.
"Next, it’s your turn?" Garen remained vigilant, gripping Stormblade tightly as he slowly rose. Although this mysterious woman was powerful, it could not be a reason for him to retreat.
A true warrior would never give up fighting simply because the enemy was strong.
"You can't defeat me," a cold voice said. "But I don't want to fight you."
Garen paused for a moment, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"My mission is to assist him, not to engage in combat," she said, pointing at the ashes on the ground. "Of course, if you insist on attacking, I will fight with all my strength."
"Are you human?" Garen stared at her, suddenly recalling that she seemed unaffected by the judgmental light just moments ago.
"Abandoned Slave."
She fell silent for a moment before walking straight toward the door, showing no concern that Garen might ambush her from behind.
As she descended the stairs, her cold voice drifted back to him.
"I don't dislike you, so I advise you to run away quickly."
...
Run away?
Garen was taken aback for a moment but soon calmed down. Although this woman had watched Miyelin be killed without intervening, it did not mean that this farce was over. Perhaps she would assist an even stronger enemy, or next time, she might be the enemy herself.
Of course, Garen had no intention of fleeing. Not to mention that the Watchtower was nearly complete; the word "escape" had never appeared in Garen's vocabulary.
When Garen returned to Rona Street, the Newbies gradually woke up. With the shattering of the Bronze Bell, the nightmares lost their direction, and in front of the Newbies stepping out of the shadows, their nightmares no longer posed a threat.
In the end, only Rody remained unconscious.
It was evident that the strange aura surrounding Rody had disappeared. Although his complexion was still somewhat pale, it was merely due to weakness; with a few days of rest, he would recover. In other words, as long as he wished, he could leave the Dark World at any time. Yet for some reason, he chose to stay a little longer.
Deep within the Dark World, the scene shifted once more.
Surrounded by a familiar manor and walking through a well-known corridor, Rody found himself in the living room where a middle-aged man with brown hair sat on the sofa, reading a newspaper.
His facial features were distinct, slightly plump yet unable to conceal the wisdom in his eyes. Upon closer inspection, one could see that Rody bore a striking resemblance to him.
"Are you not going to come out?" Huxiu Neier put down the newspaper, his expression somewhat surprised.
Rody remained silent, appearing hesitant.
"Well... you should know that everything here is an illusion, including me," Huxiu Neier said, gesturing to himself. "All these scenes are pieced together from your memories. Under the influence of fear and despair, there may be some changes. But I can see that you are no longer avoiding it; you are simply immersed in your memories."
"I know..." Rody's eyes reddened slightly. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"Alright then, let me... the version of me from your memories, say something to you." Huxiu Neier smiled helplessly and ran a hand through his hair.
"In the past, I always reprimanded you because you did something wrong. Of course, I bear part of the responsibility too. If I had taken some time to truly sit down with you as a father and have a chat, perhaps when I walked out that day, you wouldn't have deliberately hidden in your room..."
Rody shook his head repeatedly and began to choke back tears.
"When Yiqin passed away, I promised her that I would take good care of our child and raise him to be an excellent and happy person. Unfortunately, I failed to do so; that's my greatest regret... However, I still hope to share some words with you from the perspective of someone who has been through it all—as a father."
Huxiu Neier walked over and gently patted Rody's head, his stern face breaking into a warm smile.
"I hope you can make good friends—not too many—just those who can be there for you when you're feeling down. I hope your remaining days are lived with integrity; power isn't important as long as you can be at peace with yourself. I hope you take good care of yourself and find a wife who can look after you as well. Ha ha, I really wish I could see that."
Huxiu Neier's expression held a hint of regret; clearly, there were many words left unspoken and countless blessings yet to be conveyed.
"I know... I know everything..."
Rody's eyes were filled with tears as he watched the surroundings fade back into darkness. The man before him gradually melted into the depths of that darkness, and in the end, even that warm smile was nowhere to be found.
...
When Rody woke up, he was brought back to Eastern Suburb Manor by Dachi. There was a subtle change in his demeanor; if the upheaval in his family had made Rody become indifferent, then at this moment, he began to exude a mature aura.
Of course, maturity is not something that can be achieved overnight.
Only when he truly let go of the regrets in his heart and turned his gaze forward could he be said to have completed this transformation. Garen gazed at the departing carriage, thinking that Rody was not far from that day.
At that moment, a cold mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
[To eradicate darkness is the destiny of the righteous. Bestow Brave Soul upon more interesting souls. Congratulations, host, you have received Ability Skill reward—Justice!]
Garen was somewhat surprised and quickly glanced at the System Panel.
Justice: Second Rank skill. Summons Blade of Fearlessness and Bravery, ten times one's own strength, dispelling evil spirits.
...
Undeniably, the power of this new skill could be considered one of the strongest among all of Garen's skills; ten times his own strength equated to Garen delivering five consecutive Fatal Strikes in total!
Unfortunately, this was a Second Rank skill, just like Magic Armor. With Garen's current power, using it once would deplete all his Fighting Spirit.
As Garen observed, Tifet slowly approached.
"You might need this."
In Tifet's hand lay a black-purple staff about seventy centimeters long.
The Undead Staff!
Watchtower An important item for the balance of power!
Garen did not hold back with Tifet and accepted the Undead Staff. As he grasped the staff, an inexplicable chill swept over him, clearly indicating that it contained a vast number of Souls.
No one knew exactly how many Souls Mogao had infused into the staff. After all, with his strength as a First Level Necromancer, he was still unable to collect particularly powerful souls, so he relied on sheer quantity. In his necromantic principles, for a Soul to grow rapidly, it must devour other Souls, and those that endure until the end have undergone countless refinements in the process.
This was one of Mogao's methods for refining Souls.
Initially, Mogao believed that the strongest Souls among his collection would be those of fallen warriors, such as Baloo and Volikov. However, just recently, these warrior Souls were all defeated.
It was a wealthy merchant's Soul. When it was first collected, Mogao treated it merely as nourishment for the stronger Souls. Little did he expect that this merchant possessed an astonishing willpower; not only did he endure, but within just a few days, he conquered a large number of Souls...
Had he not intervened, even Baloo and the others might have been consumed whole.
At this moment, the wealthy merchant sat in a dark space, savoring yet another challenger’s Soul.
When Garen grasped the staff, the merchant suddenly paused his actions.
From Garen, he sensed a faint trace of familiarity.
To the other Souls, they could only watch in horror as this terrifying entity suddenly burst into tears, exuding an aura of profound sorrow.
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