"Absolutely true." Roger nodded, and only then, with his mind relaxed, did he feel a chill all over his body.
He gestured, and a robe hanging not far away draped over his body.
"What are you doing here?"
"Or rather, what have you done to my body?"
There was a peculiar suspicion in his mind, but given the situation, Roger naturally couldn’t ask directly, so he had to probe indirectly.
"I have not broken our promise. Your friends are doing well, much better than most people outside."
"After all, although Nassero has disappeared, the ss he left behind urgently needs cleaning up, the rules are disordered, and too many worlds are in turmoil."
"Moreover, I need to strengthen and fortify your body. Since your consciousness cannot be the main guide, only I can lead it to function as a soul seal."
"You’ll lead?" Roger frowned, beginning to understand what he had felt earlier; perhaps it really wasn’t an illusion.
Of course, in Ophelia’s mind, such a thing was rely a ans and a ritual, without any other significance.
"That was ant to seal Nassero, but now that I’m awake, there’s no need for the so-called seal."
"Since everything has ended, let’s say goodbye here." With those words, Roger intended to break through the void and leave.
"You cannot leave yet." Ophelia reached out to stop Roger.
"I must ensure that Nassero is truly dead, so you need to stay here for a while to assist with so checks."
"Checks?" Roger looked perplexed.
Ophelia earnestly said the word, but Roger had a particular understanding of "checks."
Though eager to return, when he noticed Ophelia’s gaze, Roger could only nod helplessly.
"Alright, I promise you."
He then added, "But the condition is that it must not go against my will."
"I’ll do my best." Ophelia replied expressionlessly.
Thus, Roger began a life akin to that of a guinea pig.
But this period was much shorter than expected, and during the ti, nothing strange happened. It seed Ophelia was indeed just performing routine checks.
Initially, Roger was a bit worried, as the words of the Lord of the Mist kept echoing in his ears, but throughout the checkup, nothing unusual was found, and he gradually relaxed.
Until one day, Ophelia solemnly bid farewell to Roger.
"It’s done. The Sea of Souls has dispersed, and your body is perfectly normal. Now you may leave."
"Control your power, don’t affect other worlds. Next, I need to address the devastation caused by Nassero."
"In the future, I might need your help."
"Let rest for a while first." Roger exhaled deeply.
He didn’t give Ophelia a definite answer, but he nodded, "For the stability of this plane, I’m willing to help."
Ophelia’s expression softened slightly, watching Roger as he broke through the void.
She stood alone on the spot, her expression complex.
Sorrow, reminiscence, gratitude.
Finally, all emotions faded away, returning to the initial calmness.
"Without Ophelia, I am the dragon, the source of so bloodlines of the entire plane."
"Stability, stability..."
After speaking, she too broke through the void and vanished.
Roger’s return was uneventful.
To the people living in Kaer Morhen, Roger’s recent departure seed no different from any other.
It was even shorter this ti.
But what no one knew was that during Roger’s absence, the entire plane underwent earth-shattering changes.
The combat power above the Third Ring was almost wiped out, and even those of the Second Ring beca as rare as hen’s teeth.
This wasn’t just an energy level decrease in one or two worlds, but sothing that affected the entire plane.
Although it seed like a catastrophe at first, in the long run, it was imnsely necessary for the stability of the entire plane.
Roger even considered it a good beginning, a start to maintaining the Transcendent power across the whole plane at a lower level.
He no longer bore heavy burdens as before; instead, he actively engaged with his life.
Riding horses, hunting, drinking.
He even led the people from Kaer Morhen to travel through several worlds.
He began to have more expectations in his heart; a girl was waiting to play with him in the distance, and a group of friends in the castle accompanied him in drinking and chatting.
He fully embraced this world and himself.
It’s just that occasionally, when waking up startled at midnight, he would suddenly rember the bet he made with the Lord of the Mist.
"He’s already gone mad; why should you care?"
Roger chuckled, casting all his troubles away into the night breeze.
This is life.
One day, he received a ssage from afar.
"She’s about to wake up. If your previous promise... forget it, co if you want!" Naturally, it was Jora speaking.
Roger just smiled, not minding. Although Jora’s tone was full of gunpowder, Roger could hear her subtle expectancy.
"Don’t worry, I’ll be there on ti, and I also have a gift prepared."
"Huh."
Jora snorted coldly and said no more.
No need for farewell, Erode was but a fleeting glance for Roger now; he stepped forward while tearing open the space before him.
But in the next mont, as the scene before him changed, Roger’s heart sank abruptly.
He had not entered Erode’s world; the view before him was pleasant, and Roger’s eyes fell on that silhouette.
"Ophelia, long ti no see."
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