When those three figures slowly walked down from the sky, there was no grand procession, no earth-shaking horns—they simply trod upon the void as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Yet, the entire Landia Continent fell into a sacred silence.
Countless living beings knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with faith and reverence.
All races, whether once hostile or friendly, were now immersed in the same devotion.
Divinity looked around, his face cold. “This should be the absolute end of it. There better not be any more dangerous things popping up.”
Rationality glanced at him. “Isn't the most dangerous existence right now you?”
A certain fellow who had wanted to destroy the world probably hadn't completely dismissed that thought yet.
Divinity said flatly, “I will heal my wounds in this world.”
After saying this, his figure vanished.
Rationality let out a soft chuckle. “This guy...”
How could this not be considered a disguised compromise?
Rationality turned his head to look at Ning Busan. Seeing his low spirits, he shook his head helplessly. After a brief pause, he asked:
“If I offered you a shoulder to lean on right now, would that make you feel any better?”
A vein throbbed on Ning Busan's temple. “Please vanish from my sight. Thank you!”
Rationality shrugged. “Well, all right then.”
It was a rare moment of sentimentality for him, yet he had been ruthlessly rejected.
Rationality left as well.
As for Ning Busan, he returned to the Dawn Empire.
It was where everything had begun.
Ning Busan went to see Novalia.
He nodded slightly. “Long time no see.”
“Has it been that long?” Novalia hesitated, then said softly, “I clearly remember that we just met not too long ago...”
Ning Busan pressed his hand to his forehead. “Perhaps because too many things happened during this period, it gave me the illusion that a long time has passed.”
Novalia said, “I know you must have gone through a lot.”
“I saw you among the three figures up in the void.”
“You are the savior of this world.”
Ning Busan smiled.
To be precise, he was merely a participant.
But the ending was quite good.
Ning Busan's gaze focused, locking onto the necklace around her neck.
Novalia took off the necklace and handed it to Ning Busan. “This is the item you asked me to keep safe for you.”
Ning Busan took it, remaining silent.
Back then, he had feared losing himself while absorbing the cards, so he had given Novalia this anchor that carried his memories and emotions.
Fortunately, he hadn't needed to use it at all.
Unfortunately, he would probably need to use this object in the future to constantly remind himself that he came from another world, lest he truly treat this place as his home one day.
Though, there wouldn't be anything wrong with the latter either.
Ning Busan smiled self-deprecatingly.
It turned out he was already starting to have such thoughts.
“If anyone comes looking for me, tell them to leave. I need to rest,” Ning Busan said. “You don't mind me staying here for a while, do you?”
“Of course not.” Novalia showed a look of worry. “But are you hurt?”
Ning Busan said, “Don't worry. I'm just a bit tired and need time to recover my strength.”
...
A year later.
Novalia said, “To be honest, when you slept for a month, I was really afraid you wouldn't wake up.”
Ning Busan asked, “How long did I sleep?”
“One year and three months.”
“That is indeed quite long.” Ning Busan stretched his arms. “Recess is over. Time to get down to business.”
Since he was awake, the other two fellows had likely recovered to a similar extent.
Ning Busan assumed an attentive posture. “I assume a lot of things must have happened over the past year. Do you mind telling me about it?”
Novalia laughed. “I'd be glad to.”
The Landia Continent was now completely free from the threat of the xenos.
Humans and elves lived as neighbors, and the two races had established a wonderful friendship. The Elven Mother Tree had also begun to glow with vitality once more, shielding the Elven Clan anew.
Lilian had become the Holy Maiden of the sea race, gaining the ability to control the seas.
The God of Light still ruled Heaven, while the God of Darkness returned to Hell. As for Lucifer...
Just as Ning Busan had expected, he took over the Undead Realm.
As for the Dragon Clan, they remained as they had always been, without any change.
“I almost forgot the most important thing...” Novalia said, emphasizing every word. “New gods have been born in this world!”
Ning Busan's expression finally shifted. “New gods?”
Novalia nodded. “Yes, new gods!”
“I've investigated. It's not a demonic conspiracy, but genuine divine miracles. They sometimes respond to the prayers of believers, and sometimes appear in their dreams, spreading their honorable names and faiths.”
“The Age of Gods is coming—”
Because of the reform of the magic cultivation system, Ning Busan knew the Age of Gods would eventually arrive, but he hadn't expected it to be this fast.
Novalia continued, “Even though these new gods have started spreading faith, the churches are firmly controlled by the legions, so there haven't been any major disruptions so far.”
“I must say, the idea of implementing the church system in advance was absolutely brilliant. I wonder who proposed it.”
Ning Busan was taken aback. “You don't know who proposed it?”
Novalia said, somewhat unsurely, “Probably some far-sighted mage. Does it matter?”
Ning Busan seemed to realize something and asked, “Has Leo ever returned?”
“Are you talking about Emperor Leo?” Novalia asked, surprised and bewildered. “Didn't he pass away from illness ten thousand years ago?”
Ning Busan remained silent for a long moment before slowly speaking, “He was an undead, a skeleton who liked to wear black robes, a chatterbox who was somewhat annoying. Oh, right, he even served as your teacher for a period of time.”
Novalia tilted her head. “I don't mean to doubt you, but in my memory, there is absolutely no impression of such a person ever existing.”
...
Ning Busan recalled the scene of Leo's sacrifice.
He had actually been naive enough to believe that there were no issues with that sacrifice.
A faint silver glow began to shimmer in Ning Busan's eyes as he observed the River of Destiny.
However, he discovered that the thread of destiny belonging to Leo was forever frozen ten thousand years in the past.
Ten thousand years later, while the traces of destiny's push were everywhere, there was no shadow of Leo.
It was as if every trace of his existence had been completely erased.
Was this the price of his sacrifice?
Novalia suddenly remembered something and said, “Oh, right, someone left a letter for you.”
Ning Busan's eyes returned to their normal black color. He asked, “What letter?”
Novalia retrieved a letter from a drawer. “This letter suddenly appeared while you were asleep.”
Ning Busan tore open the envelope.
The ink on the paper varied in intensity, sometimes pressing deeply through the page, sometimes sweeping lightly across it, showing not a hint of orderliness, only a wild and scribbled freedom.
To Ning Busan:
That's right, yours truly is leaving!
Leaving without saying goodbye isn't my style, so this letter is my explanation to you.
It all started ten thousand years ago.
After Louis vanished, I kept searching for a way to resurrect him.
I tried all kinds of forbidden arts. I don't know if it was good or bad luck, but I actually managed to summon the Silver-Crowned God—the same Silver-Crowned God who had fallen ten thousand years ago.
To be precise, he was the one who targeted me.
None of that matters. What matters is that the Silver-Crowned God told me the whole truth.
Back then, I knew that there was no possibility of Louis being resurrected.
But the Silver-Crowned God said that I could become destiny.
Not a god wielding the authority of destiny, but destiny itself.
As long as I fulfilled my promise to him and helped him eliminate the world devourers, I would be able to see the person I wanted to see.
The only price was that all traces of destiny's existence would be erased. In other words, I would no longer have a future.
I gambled my future. I gambled my everything.
Fortunately, I won the bet.
By the time you read this letter, perhaps I will be in some branch of destiny, reuniting with my true old friend and living a carefree, unrestrained life.
Finally, yours truly guarantees that you will definitely reunite with the person you want to see, too.
Because destiny will always favor you.
Take care of yourself~
Where the signature should be, the final stroke of the name "Leo" was drawn out extremely long, curling upward arrogantly at the end.
Ning Busan's fingers tightened slightly, and then he slowly let out a sigh of relief.
This fellow really left in a clean and swift manner.
At least he wasn't dead, and that was enough.
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