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”This world with grooves, what the hell!”

The young man let out a heart-rending roar, the string of reason completely snapped.

He charged like a beast cornered to the brink of destruction, ignoring the body’s intense pain and near-death weakness, burning the last platinum flames, launching a frenzied attack on the burly bandit!

He didn’t even have time to notice that his body had been reinvigorated by the Lord of Light and Shadow, granting him the power of a second blessing.

In an instant, blade lights intertwined with golden flames, the young man’s seemingly crazed fighting style unexpectedly forced the robust bandit leader into a frantic retreat.

What further terrified the bandit was watching, with wide eyes, as the young man’s frail body gradually filled out, seemingly re-infused with Life.

Meanwhile, the light around the young man grew ever more intense, his aura climbing steadily in battle!

”Exploding... Exploding species?!”

”And there’s this aura of Light...”

”Isn’t this supposed to be the stuff only heroes from storybooks have?!”

The burly bandit leader’s mind buzzed as he recalled those tales sung by minstrels in the taverns, of heroes in dire straits exploding with potential, their power rapidly soaring, defeating formidable foes.

He used to think those were just stories to fool kids, but now this incredible scene was unfolding right before his very eyes!

Fear, like a cold serpent, coiled tightly around his heart. He realized one thing—if the storybook tales were true, this young man’s strength would soon surpass him and even crush him!

”Damn it, unlucky!”

The burly man immediately felt an urge to retreat, blocking the increasingly heavy attacks while trying to withdraw from the small house.

However, as he took just a few steps back, his back collided with a chest as solid as a mountain.

”Who the hell is blocking my way?!”

He turned his head to curse, both shocked and angry.

He was met with the sight of a tall, weathered-faced middle-aged man.

The man’s aura was calm, like a majestic mountain, those deep eyes quietly watching the seemingly crazed young man, without even glancing at him.

”You... You really are...”

Modus slowly opened his mouth, his voice deep, eyes flashing, as if recalling past events.

”Swish!”

At the same moment, he casually swung the Holy Sword, the weighty Great Sword instantly cutting a simple arc. In the next moment, the robust bandit and his wolf fang club were cleaved in two by an irresistible giant force, blood and innards splattered all over the ground.

The young man clenched his weapon, eyes fixed unwaveringly on the man before him, his battle intent not shaken in the slightest by the disparity in strength at this moment.

This sense of Will and character...

Could not be mistaken, absolutely could not be mistaken!

Modus sighed deeply, then put down the Holy Sword, and spoke in a calm and steady voice: ”Your mother can still be saved, don’t let anger cloud your judgment, causing you to do something you’ll regret.”

”....”

The young man’s expression changed, the middle-aged man’s voice like a dusk drum morning bell, quelling his inner rage, the platinum color in his eyes gradually faded.

As the madness obscuring everything receded, fatigue and pain surged like a tide, the price of using power excessively.

But what shocked the young man even more...

Was that he didn’t die!

Before his last burst, his Life was like a candle in the wind, always on the verge of extinguishing completely.

Normally, after expending all his Power, his state would only worsen, not improve, transforming from near-death to severely injured weakness. What stunned him even more remarkably was that the Power flowing within seemed even stronger than before, and his body was naturally recovering.

Could it be... the Lord of Light and Shadow?

Did he bestow a third gaze?

Great and benevolent Lord, granting me a second and even third Life, such a grace, such a gift, how can I ever repay Him?

The young man’s heart was both anxious and filled with warmth.

Before, he never believed in God, thinking Divinity was intangible, without any effect.

But the Lord of Light and Shadow, He is different, He is truly willing to grant Power and rescue believers, without any cost or plot, for the young man could not think of anything worthy of the other’s plot.

A rundown little house? Clothes patched together? A soul ravaged by reality? Or an ordinary but diligent mother?

None of these seem to be of value to Him.

Such a selfless and great Lord, how should I repay Him in the future...

Right!

Faith in resistance and Will!

As long as there is strong enough faith, the Lord of Light and Shadow will cast His gaze, so He hopes to see, hopes for more people like me to awaken their Will, He wants us to use our Power to change this world!

I must help Him accomplish this grand endeavor!

While sorting out his thoughts, he had already moved the debris and images off his mother, both thinking and rescuing were extremely important to him, so both must be done, neither can be abandoned.

”Healing.”

The young man took a deep breath, his hands once again radiating warm golden light, covering his mother’s injured body, concentrating fully, even without noticing his own recently healed wounds tearing open again due to exertion, blood flowing down his calf.

’Such a good child.’

Modus watched quietly, eyes flashing, seeing in the young man the fervent and pure persistence he had long lost.

That was the most important treasure

Once upon a time, he too was willing to do whatever it took to protect his family... But in the end, he lost everything. Now, watching the young man grasp the miracle’s tail in a desperate situation, his heart was both grateful and indescribably poignant.