During the interval of their conversation, Ophelia had already tried countless thods, but she still couldn’t see through the Roger in front of her. The power seed to be soul power, yet it had transcended her comprehension.
When Roger’s palm descended, Ophelia realized she could not make any evasive moves.
"What power is this?"
She seed to have foreseen her own ending.
Roger did not respond, watching Ophelia slowly lt away under his palm with an expressionless face.
"There’s sothing you might not know. I am different from you. Only my soul ca to this world, no physical form."
"Therefore, the body you reforged for using the World Serpent’s body essentially has nothing to do with . Destroying it has instead liberated ."
"It allowed to see myself clearly and gain ultimate strength."
"So, was it all just redundant?" Ophelia seed to discover for the first ti that her logic didn’t hold. Her gaze flickered, but after a mont, she shook her head in despair.
"How strange, this was clearly the best option, I couldn’t have calculated wrong, but why has everything turned out this way?"
"Because while everything you assud was logical, it lacked emotional consideration."
Roger replied deeply, increasing the strength in his hands.
"But alas, without a soul, you probably cannot comprehend all this."
"As the Guardian of the entire plane, neutrality and rationality are the greatest qualities, yet your failure is precisely due to these so-called corrections."
"Perhaps Nassero recognized this point and hence dared to gamble his own life, and if you had been more patient with ..."
"If we could have beco true friends..."
"Friends?"
"What is that?" Ophelia shook her head.
"I lost, you won, it’s as simple as that."
"Heh." Roger snorted coldly.
"Did I win?"
"Nassero lost his life, you lost the order of the plane, and I... have to leave."
Ophelia said no more, as her figure grew increasingly faint, the plane’s rules gradually stripped away.
Until the last mont before disappearing, she seed to have a montary clarity.
"If there’s a chance, I beg you to go..."
Saying this, her voice abruptly stopped, Ophelia’s body completely collapsed, while simultaneously, countless powers of rules drilled into Roger’s body.
Roger frantically rejected all of it, but unfortunately, it’s not him absorbing these powers...
The Hunter’s Cabin appeared out of thin air, and under Roger’s careful managent, it had beco a livable backyard. At this mont the doors were wide open, and the Light Gate deep within the cabin suddenly expanded.
Dazzling light drilled in, an irresistible pull attacked.
When first facing this door, Roger knew that once his strength grew to a certain degree, perhaps it would forcibly transport him back.
So even after the Lord of the Mist’s death left all his soul power, Roger still tried hard to reject touching it.
But just as Nassero guessed, for the sake of the entire plane, Ophelia finally acted against Roger.
She was a person without a soul, who did not believe in emotion but only her own logic, thus Ophelia’s choice beca a deadlock.
If she acted against Roger, then for self-preservation, Roger had no choice but to absorb Nassero’s power.
In Roger, the Lord of the Mist saw the potential completely different from him and Ophelia, he knew that as long as the timing was right, the young man would explode with unimaginable power.
Thus he took the initiative to ignite the fuse.
In his plan, Roger would take initiative for self-preservation to rge with his power, thereby advancing to far beyond Ophelia’s imagination.
By then Roger would surely win the final battle.
He only sensed the existence of the door, unaware of the restraint and allure it had on Roger.
Yet, out of sheer judgnt based on his own experiences, the Lord of the Mist knew, being the ultimate victor.
Even if Roger did not wish to leave, the long years would fade emotion, and the people he cared for would die one by one.
At that ti, returning might be Roger’s only remaining goal.
So he knew from the mont he chose death, Roger would surely return to his holand.
And Roger?
He too had no choice. Not accepting, he would wake after long years and face an unfamiliar world.
Accepting.
Just like now, rging the power to kill Ophelia, and then... returning.
Nassero’s only mistake was misjudging the timing of Roger’s return.
The pull grew stronger, this was power from Roger’s origin, sothing he couldn’t resist.
Because it was his origin, the fundantal reason for his existence.
The only thing he could do was to try his best to repel the rule power surrounding him, preventing these powers from being taken away due to his return.
Only in this way could he maximize the preservation of this world’s integrity, leaving them with a stable plane.
"I’m sorry Jora, I’m afraid I can’t fulfill my previous promise."
Roger sent his voice out.
Jora first frowned, but inexplicably felt a turmoil in her heart, the anger that should have arisen vanished without a trace, her whole heart filled with inexplicable panic.
"You... huh! I knew your words couldn’t be trusted!" Jora feigned calmness, but her voice trembled.
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