??Chapter 803: Chapter 792: Are You Worthy of Possessing It?
Chapter 803: Chapter 792: Are You Worthy of Possessing It?
What changes would happen in the outside world, how many people would be excited, and how many would be thrilled—Fage didn’t care. In his heart, he knew that his ti was limited, and when this battle ca to a close, it would be the end of his life. Thus, at this mont, all his energy was fully focused on the Dragon-Turtle Giant facing him.
He was now going to be the teor streaking across the sky, whose existence may be fleeting, but would leave behind a splendid trail in the sky, one that people would rember for a long ti.
Fage utilized all his strength, exerting all the combat techniques he had ever learned, with one goal in mind—to defeat, crush, and even kill the Superpower Beast before him.
“I am very strong now, stronger than this Superpower Beast.” Distracted for a mont, Fage glanced at the slowly increasing performance paraters on the ch, which bolstered his confidence in defeating the Superpower Beast even more.
Roar! After a fierce three-hour fight with the mutated Aurora, the Dragon-Turtle Giant let out an angry roar. It found that after its mutation, its power to manipulate wind and thunder was useless against the ch facing it. It seed immune to his powers. Now the only force that had any effect on the ch was his fist.
“Alright, kid, unleash all the light energy attacks you’ve got!” Suddenly, in the midst of the excited battle, Muria’s voice echoed once again in Fage’s mind, and this ti, Fage detected a hint of impatience in Muria’s tone.
“Devil Lord, will my weapons still be effective against the Disaster Beast?”
“If I tell you to attack, just do it; what’s with all the chatter? The power you have now was bestowed by , do you think you understand it better than I do?”
“I understand.” Fage, controlling Aurora, activated a total of seventeen light energy weapons mounted on his body, with all firepower aid at the Dragon-Turtle Giant before firing. An unimaginable light energy attack burst forth at that mont, covering the entire world in brightness. Even Fage himself could no longer see the outside world.
On the other side, the Dragon-Turtle Giant, seeing the light energy attack from Fage and whose facial features were not so different from humans now, showed a hint of scornful smile, then the giant wheel rotating behind him moved in front of him, shielding his body completely.
What baffled the Dragon-Turtle Giant was that before the attacks reached his body, a dense, spiderweb-like network of lines appeared around him and, without giving him a chance to react, began to expand, engulfing him.
…
“Where is this place?” The Dragon-Turtle Giant, who had a giant wheel still spinning behind him, stood in the vast wilderness, gazing around with a slightly dazed look. Those annoying chs and the cities shattered because of the battle had all disappeared.
“And what is that?” The Dragon-Turtle Giant looked up, gazing into the distance where a structure, incompatible with this barbaric scenery—a towering tower—stood, piercing the clouds.
“Let’s go take a look.” Completely clueless about what had befallen him, the Dragon-Turtle Giant rode the wind and flew up, heading toward the high tower with an Elental Vortex at its top.
…
“Devil Lord, you can take my soul now!” Having seen the Dragon-Turtle Giant vanish in his attack, Fage, piloting the Dawn cha, wore a relieved expression, and then he sat relaxed in the cockpit, quietly awaiting his “miserable” fate.
“Hmm? Oh, I forgot to tell you sothing, the Devil generally takes the soul after a creature dies, so you still have decades left.”
“Ah!” Hearing that he could still live, the ch Pilot Fage cried out in astonishnt, and then his face imdiately showed an unmistakable joy. After experiencing a brush with death under Muria’s intense pressure, he now had a profound love for life.
“Doesn’t it feel like a rebirth?” Muria’s voice, full of mirth, rang in the mind of the ch pilot willing to sacrifice his soul.
“Yes, Devil Lord.”
“Alright, it’s ti for you to embrace the glory that is rightfully yours, enjoy the rest of your life!”
“I…” Hearing Muria’s words, Fage’s lips moved slightly. He had a premonition of what was to co. Since the world had changed, until this day, not once in three thousand years had a Tidal Person been able to defeat a Disaster Beast head-on.
And now he had done just that, piloting a single ch to defeat the Superpower Beast—a feat unprecedented. This battle would surely be etched in the annals of the Tidal People’s history, and his na would be celebrated by all.
“This isn’t my glory, it is the power you, Devil Lord, bestowed on
that made this possible.”
“You really are…” Muria, floating in the sky, tugged at the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t expected the native to be so earnest, “This is your glory, the glory you exchanged for your soul.”
…
Just as Muria had predicted, Fage’s heroic deed of single-handedly slaying a Ferocious Beast with the mutated Dawn cha was massively publicized by the governnt.
And naturally, Fage beca a well-known hero in the Tide World, an idol for countless young people dreaming of becoming ch pilots. He was showered with nurous honors, accolades, flowers, applause, and reverent looks; all sorts of wonderful treatnts ca his way one after another.
However, Fage, who had achieved everything he had once only dread of, was displeased, even sowhat angry, for his very own ch, Aurora, had been taken away by his superiors for research, to fight against the Superpower Beast, in the na of the future of the race, and he had no right to refuse.
Now, he didn’t even have the qualification to glance at his own ch; he had beco a ch pilot without a ch, occupied all day with various social engagents and attending all sorts of banquets, exposed in front of caras.
“Those bastards, taking away my ch wasn’t enough, they even planned for
to beco a star prancing in front of the caras. These damn politicians dare to humiliate
like this.”
In public, he was a bright and dazzling world-level superstar, but after returning to his room, Fage would wildly punch at the dozen or so punching bags, venting the rage in his heart.
As a young man, Fage wanted his na to be known worldwide; he enjoyed being adored, but as soone who loved chs more, he did not like this way of becoming famous.
He wanted to be known worldwide as a ch pilot standing atop his ch, not just standing in front of caras, being a propaganda star who relied on his looks. He was a warrior, a warrior who slashed down Superpower Beasts to protect the world, not soone who sold his body.
“Isn’t this situation to be expected?” Suddenly, a casual voice echoed in the lavish room.
Barechested and wearing boxing gloves, his body drenched in sweat, Fage turned his head and saw a black-haired youth with golden pupils flipping through a newspaper at the room’s desk.
“Who are you?” Fage’s brown eyes contracted tightly as he involuntarily stepped back, glancing around the suite’s windows and doors, all of which were tightly sealed, leaving no gaps.
“What? You can’t recognize my voice when I am standing in front of you? How much ti has passed? Kid, you’re too forgetful,” said Muria, not lifting his head from the newspaper he was flipping through, speaking indifferently.
“Devil Lord, how did you co here?” Fage asked with the most respectful tone he could muster. The more he knew, the more awe he felt towards the being in front of him.
He knew that this being must have intervened because, after the battle when the search teams were cleaning up the battlefield, they didn’t find a single trace of the Dragon-Turtle Giant’s bodily tissues. Without a doubt, this situation was abnormal, as if the Dragon-Turtle Giant had vanished from the world.
“I heard a defeated dog whining, so I ca to see for myself,” Muria answered nonchalantly.
“Heh heh.” At Muria’s words, Fage laughed sheepishly, sowhat embarrassed.
“What? Are you dissatisfied with your current treatnt?”
“I’m very sa…”
“Kid, shut up. Even though I am a devil, I hate lies,” Muria’s gaze turned to him, and the stare from his Dazzling Golden Eyes made the young man step back once again,
“It seems you are not satisfied. Why not? The newspapers are filled with your photos and your presence everywhere,” Muria lifted the newspaper in his hand, waving it towards him, with the front page featuring an impressive image of this very young man.
“My ch was taken by the higher-ups under the pretext of research. Now I am a ch pilot without my own ch. Moreover, those damn politicians are even trying to make
out to be a propaganda star.”
“Is it not natural for a ch capable of combating and even killing Disaster Beasts to be taken away? What makes you think you have the right to own a weapon that could upend the entire world order?”
“…” Fage fell silent for a mont before weakly sitting down on a chair behind him, his head hanging low, “So you’re saying, from now on, I can only obediently accept the governnt’s arrangents and beco a star living under the caras?”
“Of course not. It shouldn’t take long for a ssage from the Research Institute to reach you.”
“Huh?” The young man looked at Muria with a puzzled expression.
“The evolved Dawn cha belongs only to you, and it recognizes only you. Aside from you, no one else can make Aurora move again. After all, it was bought with your soul,” Muria said with a slight smile.
“Really?” Fage lifted his head, eyes wide open and an unmistakable look of excitent on his face.
“Of course.”
“But why do you know so clearly?”
“Because I’ve been inside and seen it,” Muria said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
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