Chapter 366: In the Name of Saving the World

Sevia was a fake without talent.

She knew it.

She had always known this.

No matter how brightly the emerald of Claufeel shone, it was limited to the land of Claufeel.

She was not the darling of the world.

Nor was she favored by fate.

Surviving amidst destruction, wandering in loneliness, she lingered on the earth in a wretched state, trapped within a skeleton body of suffering and misfortune.

It was not until she met Xu Xi that she ignorantly embarked on the path of a wizard.

Such was Sevia.

Never knowing where her own path lay, she only knew how to seek the light, becoming a moth chasing the glow, stumbling as she followed behind Xu Xi.

She listened to Xu Xi's teachings and learned Xu Xi's wizardry.

Sevia wanted to continue like this forever, but she couldn't; the light that would gently lead her had long since silently vanished.

The remaining path.

Sevia had to walk it herself.

At the moment of ascending to the Fifth Ring, Sevia chose and walked her own path.

No life, because she was a departed Soul.

No death, because she was a survivor living on.

Sevia's path rejected both the beauty of life and the ugliness of death.

It contained only the pure [Soul].

"Sevia, wanting to regain the light requires more courage than enduring the darkness."

"I saw that kind of courage in your Soul."

"It is very beautiful, and I like it very much."

Sevia had nothing.

But someone affirmed Sevia's Soul, calling it a holy Soul more remarkable than any found in novels or biographies.

Celebrating courage, kindness, and resilience.

Thus, Sevia walked her own path.

It was a mixture of courage and belief, mixed with cowardice and fear.

It was a path of salvation that belonged solely to Hero Sevia, rugged, difficult, and painful, where she carried out her beliefs with a thin Soul.

In the Chaos, numerous planar worlds were like stars, dotting the gray, undulating, and disorderly space-time, causing all things to fall silent and all phenomena to rotate.

That scene was pitch-black and gloomy.

There were the living sinking into despair, and the dead unable to pass on.

But the fake Hero held her blade high, releasing a "Holy Light" more intense than the real thing.

Warm and bright.

Slashing away all the suffering of the world that she saw.

"Lord Wizard, I will not let you down…"

In the world of darkness and pain, Sevia could not see a glimmer of light, so she chose to become the new light.

One person, one sword, one tower.

While pursuing the Endless Netherworld, she also saved those who were suffering, just as the people of the former Wizard World had been tortured.

Gradually, Sevia saved countless worlds.

Gradually, Sevia's strength grew ever more powerful.

Long, long time.

The accumulation of years.

That thin Soul appeared even more noble.

She reached the end of miracles, synthesized the dual concepts of life and death, and ascended to the Seventh Ring Realm that countless people dreamed of.

Holding the "Holy Sword" gifted by Xu Xi.

Blooming with the "Holy Light" manifested from her Soul.

She entered the Endless Netherworld all alone.

…

Inside the Endless Netherworld.

It encompassed vast Soul planes.

Every layer, every one of them, was comparable to the scale of a real world of the living.

Chaotic and complex, intertwined with one another.

Sevia's goal was clear; after entering the Endless Netherworld, she followed the familiar aura of the Wizard World, constantly tearing through space toward it.

Finally.

Sevia saw her homeland, which had become strange yet still retained many familiar features.

The past, beautiful memories, kept emerging, stimulating her stagnant thoughts.

"Father, Mother…"

"Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena…"

"Lord Wizard…"

Tears slid down silently.

The Hero who had saved countless worlds could only stare at the wreckage of her homeland, unable to change a single thing.

But there was still something she could do.

It was something that only she, who had survived, could do.

In the silent, dark old Wizard World, a clear chime of a sword being drawn rang out, and in an instant, the order of Law was thrown into Chaos and overturned, torn apart and extinguished by the Holy Sword.

The great power of salvation.

Undying courage.

Pushing and lifting, allowing that holy and exalted Soul to ascend to a status that transcended all miracles in the world.

"The aura of the Mother World? How is this possible!"

Before Sevia, the Void Realm distorted into a vague human shape, speaking in an incredulous tone, revealing Sevia's true origin.

"No, this is impossible!"

"The Mother World has already become my plane; how could there be—"

The shrill voice stopped abruptly.

As if thinking of something.

The Immortal's movements froze for a moment, and that status built from countless truths began to think and recall in a state that ordinary beings could not comprehend.

That simple action directly caused vast swathes of space to collapse.

"So that's it, is it one of those who escaped back then?"

"Is it a relative of those old things?"

"Or could it be—"

Feigning sudden realization, with a look of sarcasm and mockery on its face: "It is one of the bugs that the idiot sacrificed its life to protect."

Bang!!

The sky fell, and the earth cracked.

The trembling of the world conveyed the Hero's anger.

With a single knight's sword, Sevia pressed the Immortal back heavily, driving it into the infinitely distant end of the world.

"Hehehe…"

"Hehehehe…"

The sword pressure was heavy, the status terrifying.

The Immortal was being suppressed firmly, yet it still wore a mocking expression, parrying the Hero's strikes while recounting the past.

"Siblings?"

"Best friends?"

"Or perhaps, husband and wife?"

"I miscalculated."

"I didn't expect that a bug I pinched to death casually would attract a newly promoted Seventh Ring."

"It's a real pity that you didn't get to see how painful it was when he died."

The great power dominated by the Laws of the Netherworld began to counter-suppress the Hero's light; heaven and earth lost their color, space-time shattered, and storms strangled everything within the Realm.

That was the power of fated death.

It could bring the end of existence to the departed.

Even an Immortal Seventh Ring powerhouse would be in danger of falling before such an attack.

The Immortal's sarcasm grew even more intense; how could a mere newly promoted Seventh Ring compare to it, which had been settled for many years?

This was the gap!

The Immortal demon sneered, and while suppressing and beating Sevia, it talked happily about the thrill of destroying the world, calling it a worthwhile trade to exchange the fate of billions of lives for its own promotion.

With every thing it said, Sevia's blade trembled a little more.

"I will kill you, I must kill you!"

"No matter what the price, I must kill you!!!"

A hoarse throat.

Shouting the angriest voice.

Sevia's expression was miserable, but the anger in her eyes, her blood-stained body, and her clenched teeth all reflected the rage rising in her heart.

The voices of the departed echoed in her ears.

Every sentence.

Every word.

Turned into heavy firewood for her burning Soul.

Father and Mother: "Kill you… kill you… protect… Sevia."

The Hansens: "Young Miss Sevia, you are truly a good person."

Lord Wizard: "Sevia, you are my Hero."

The dead could not sleep in peace, the living lived in fear.

The culprit who caused all of that was right in front of her, mocking and laughing at how unpleasant people's wails were.

Describing the misery of Xu Xi being burned by fire, with body and Soul annihilated together.

Pain.

Ripping heartache.

Sadness and anger, at this moment, turned into the heaviest cornerstone, paving the path for the Hero's advance.

"I must, I must kill you!!!"

Blood-oozing eyes, a tearing voice.

And the brilliant edge that slashed through the entire old Wizard World echoed within the battlefield that was on the verge of collapse.