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If I could be so lucky back then...

Sigh!

After a helpless sigh, he stepped forward, came to the boy’s side, raised his hand to release a gentle and life-filled sacred light, completely healing all the wounds on the boy’s body, including the leg injury that had split open again.

He looked into the boy’s eyes, still fixed on his mother, full of worry and determination, and solemnly asked, ”Child, are you interested in becoming a Hero?”

The boy shook his head without hesitation, his voice hoarse yet clear: ”No, I only want to protect everything dear to me. Aside from that, I don’t care about anything else.”

”But without the power of a Hero, if this world is ultimately destroyed by the Black Tide, everything you cherish will vanish as well,” said Modus.

The boy suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bursting with astonishing light again: ”Then I’ll crush the Black Tide!”

”If becoming a Hero is the only way to gain the power of salvation, then I’ll become a Hero!”

”Good.”

A complex emotion flashed subtly in Modus’s eyes, and then he ”clang” inserted the Holy Sword, which emitted a faint glow, into the ground in front of the boy, and said:

”Come on, try to pull up the sword.”

”Pull it out, and you will be the new Hero, bearing the corresponding responsibility and power.”

”As for your mother, I will heal her for you, ensuring she’s unharmed.”

”Alright!”

The boy saw the richer, sacred golden light illuminate once again in Modus’s hand and envelop his mother. As he felt his mother’s breath become increasingly calm and strong, he finally felt relieved.

Then, his gaze turned to the Holy Sword.

The sword blade was ancient and thick, inscribed with ancient runes, containing unimaginable power.

He took a deep breath, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and tried his utmost to pull it up.

However, the Holy Sword remained unmoved.

The boy furrowed his brow, shouted lowly, and the golden power within him surged, channeling up his arms into the hilt, pulling upwards with more strength.

Yet, the Holy Sword was still as if rooted, showing no reaction.

”Hmm?”

”What’s happening?”

On the other side, Modus, maintaining the Healing Skill, furrowed his brows tightly, his gaze increasingly flashing.

”Can’t lift it? He actually can’t lift it? How is that possible! If he’s not a Hero, where does the exploding power within him come from?”

”Where is that dazzling golden light from? Who granted him such powerful force? Who can do it?”

”Unless...”

”The Lord of Light and Shadow really exists!”

”He not only exists but truly possesses the ability to grant power by casting His gaze!”

Absurd! How absurd!

This conclusion shook him greatly, an unimaginable sense of anomaly engulfing him.

Modus always thought that the Lord of Light and Shadow was just an imaginary divinity created by Ye Mingqiu to beguile people’s hearts, and the power within the boy was merely from the light he gave, or perhaps the boy himself was a Hero, simply exploding after the Awakening of potential.

But everything happening at this moment seems to point the facts in another direction.

The Lord of Light and Shadow really exists!

Afterwards, the boy tried several more times, even changing various angles, invoking all attainable Power of Light, yet the Holy Sword remained silent.

Eventually, the boy let go of the sword, furrowing his brows and saying disappointedly: ”Sorry, I can’t pull it out. I lack the qualifications to become a Hero... it’s just as well, I only want to protect those around me; such grand aspirations as protecting the world aren’t suited for me.”

Modus snapped back from his shock, looking at the boy’s sincere and determined eyes, calming the waves in his heart and gently consoling: ”It’s okay, you’ve done well already; you resemble more a Guardian than many who claim to be Heroes.”

He pulled out the Holy Sword, strapping it back behind him.

No way, the burden of being a Hero seems difficult to shed for now. Actually, Modus quite hoped this boy could become a Hero, take up his Holy Sword, so that he could rightfully bail.

Unfortunately...

He lacks the traits of a Hero.

Previously, Ye Mingqiu could use the Holy Sword not because he was a Hero, but because he fulfilled the requirements for using the Holy Sword; a person with Hero traits can directly ignore the usage requirements.

”Wrong order.”

A cold, calm voice rang out not far away. The man hailed as the Blood Erosion Tyrant dragged the Blood Spear forward with him, behind him lay a sea of flames and ruins, uncountable shriveled corpses hanging in all directions.

”What... wrong order.”

Modus asked perplexedly.

Ye Mingqiu didn’t answer, just walked directly to the boy’s side, and bluntly asked:

”What’s your name?”

”I don’t have one.”

”Why?”

”The Lord doesn’t allow it; people who dare name themselves are caught and killed, only high-ranking nobles have the right to a name.”

”....”

Ye Mingqiu furrowed his brows and asked: ”Wouldn’t it be more troublesome to manage without a name? Doing such things for the sake of identity-derived nobility... is this Lord insane?”

”It’s always the same, he doesn’t care, a lord devoid of conscience doesn’t care about profits, anyway his family fortune and funds are enough for pleasure, commoners are merely his toys, the people here are just unlucky.”

Adira appeared just in time, actively explaining to Ye Mingqiu with a smile.

”A pig.”

Ye Mingqiu commented casually.

In his view, the malice in this world can be divided into three types: Lawful Evil, Neutral Evil, Chaotic Evil.

Lawful Evil is centered around order, fulfilling self-needs from that. Neutral Evil is centered around oneself, meeting one’s needs.