Capítulo 1114: Chapter 978: The Greatest Regret of This World
Divine World, Holy Sanctuary.
In this endless sea of flowers, the pure white Goddess who once lay here has vanished.
In her place is a girl.
A girl who appears to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with fair skin, a petite figure, golden waist-length hair, and an endearing appearance. She wears an extrely bold and revealing outfit, consisting of nothing more than a fur coat open at the front and leather clothing covering the necessary areas. On her head is a wide-brimd witch-like hat with a pointed tip, and a patch covers her right eye.
In one of the girl’s hands is a giant lance with a design resembling trees, made entirely of gold.
Evidently, she is the Goddess Shane t once before.
Ever since she transford into this appearance, the Goddess seems to have taken a liking to this look, or perhaps she has understood that Shane favors this form, maintaining this state ever since.
It’s not that she has co to like this form, it’s just that since Shane likes it and a Goddess, who shares her appearance, bears the na of her forr friend, she finds a little amusent in existing here in a different form.
Of course, very few are fortunate enough to see her in this form, so much so that only Shane and Nien have seen it.
Nevertheless, the Goddess doesn’t mind, standing at the center of the flower sea in this form of the Otherworld Demon God.
Upon closer inspection, the Goddess’s only visible left eye is also closed, seemingly ditating.
From ti to ti, a breeze would blow through the flower sea, causing the fur coat on the Goddess to sway in the wind, presenting a rather ethereal look.
Until a certain mont when the Goddess seed to have sensed sothing and suddenly opened her eyes.
She turned her gaze in one direction, as if she could see the situation in a faraway Otherworld, and murmured softly.
“Have you found the ‘key’ to retrieve the past?”
The Goddess murmured as if she had long anticipated this day.
“He must be in great pain now, right?”
“After all, the heroes summoned to this world after that child all have most of their mories of the Otherworld forcibly taken away by ‘her’ hidden chanism.”
“However, although ‘her’ power is strong, it is not as omnipotent as mine, only able to violently destroy mories. Once such mories are retrieved, it will inevitably bring imnse pain to those involved.”
“Even the Hero Summoning doesn’t know about this; he is probably in the dark too.”
But this is a trial he must endure.
Other heroes may lose their mories of the past life, but he cannot afford to.
Because his arrival in this world and his current power are not just due to being summoned here and becoming a Hero.
His order is reversed.
Others are summoned to this world, then awaken the concept of ‘Hero’, receive a Holy Sword and Unique Skill, and gain power.
He, however, due to a series of coincidences, was forced to beco a ‘Hero’ type of being from the mont of birth, acquiring the power of the three highest concepts, becoming the only individual in the Otherworld with power.
In so sense, his being summoned here can be seen as an inevitable result.
Therefore, if he doesn’t want to know all the truths, that’s fine, but if he wants to understand everything, he must retrieve those mories and the first half of his life.
After all, he is part of this intricate ga, not an outsider.
“Demon King.”
“Goddess.”
“Hero.”
These three concepts have always intertwined and entangled with each other.
If the child wishes to seek the truth of the past, he must truly partake in the ga himself.
The Goddess does not mind lending a helping hand, but that ruin has always been her forbidden zone.
There is ‘her’ power guarding it, and as soone restrained by it, she cannot enter, unable even to use her All-Knowing powers to glimpse inside, relying only on the Treasure Jade residing in the child to vaguely sense what occurs.
Hence, the Goddess can only remain here, offering that child so blessings.
“May you be able to make up for the regrets left behind by us three.”
The Goddess murmured, hoping so.
…
At the sa ti, just as the Goddess in the Holy Sanctuary declared, Shane was indeed enduring imnse pain.
In his mind, fragnts of mories surfaced amidst burning pain, making Shane feel tornted.
“What on earth is happening…!?”
Shane wished to scream, yet he sadly realized he couldn’t even manage that.
His current sensation was as if his head were forcibly thrust into a furnace, in agony, and burning to madness.
In such a state, fragnted images and sounds incessantly appeared in his mind.
———— “Why is this happening?”
———— “Why has that power transferred to this child?”
———— “Is it because I have been intensely rejecting this power, so it has moved onto my child?”
———— “Why is this happening? Why…!?”
This is the image of a young woman crying in a dim room as she holds her newborn child.
———— “Mom, I’m so hot.”
———— “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”
———— “Why does my whole body beco so hot at regular intervals? Do I have so illness?”
———— “Of course not, don’t let your imagination run wild, you’re perfectly healthy, you won’t get sick.”
———— “If it’s not an illness, then what is it?”
———— “… Perhaps it’s a curse.”
———— “A curse?”
———— “Yes, a curse, the curse left to you by your useless mother.”
This is an image of a young woman beside a little boy lying in bed, speaking in a sorrowful voice and expression while caring for him.
———— “Co over here!”
———— “No! I did nothing wrong!”
———— “You say you did nothing wrong? Look at what you did to that person!”
———— “I told you, I didn’t! I just gently pushed him and he flew away himself!”
———— “I’ve told you many tis, don’t play too rough with other kids, and certainly don’t fight!”
———— “Why? Is it true what they say about ? That I’m a monster?”
———— “… You’re not a monster.”
———— “What am I, really!?”
———— “You are my son! Always will be!”
This is the scene of a young woman admonishing her growing son, ending with her tearful face.
Accompanying these images, the words from the young woman’s admonitions since Shane’s childhood began to surface in his mind.
“Rember, you are different from others. Inside you lies sothing others don’t have. If you don’t handle it carefully, it won’t only hurt others but yourself too.”
“You might not be able to control this power now, but that’s okay. This power won’t harm you, so you mustn’t let it run wild but suppress it, reject it, and it will beco manageable.”
“Once you get used to it, the power will fall into deep sleep, just like mine did, and will be hard to awaken again.”
“If there ever cos a day when you do awaken this power, you must control it.”
“This is a world-shifting power. You must use it properly, understand?”
The young woman’s admonitions were so clear, so distinct.
At the ti, her expression was so serious, so earnest, that Shane finally rembered.
Why did he forget?
Such an important matter, why did he only rember it now?
Shane pounded his head, not out of regret, but because he had recalled sothing crucial.
It was.
It was!
That was my…mother!
It turns out she was…
It turns out I am…
The threads in his mind gradually connected, leading to a shocking and almost absurd truth that Shane discovered.
“Little Hui” ——— this na beca the key for Shane to retrieve the past, becoming the focal point of everything.
Then, the last image flashed across Shane’s mind.
It was a young woman beneath a starry sky, involuntarily voicing a wish one night.
———— “If there’s a chance, I’d really like to et those two once more.”
This wish, this image, beca the last mory flashing through Shane’s mind.
“————”
Unknowingly, Shane’s anguished cries ceased.
The magic power burning from him also gradually cald down.
The turbulence slowly faded away.
The interior of the ruins gradually beca tranquil.
“Huff… huff…”
Shane knelt in the center of the ruins, clutching his head, panting heavily, his eyes reflecting shock, silence, and complex emotions.
“Master…”
A figure staggered toward Shane’s direction.
Shane only then seed to rember sothing, hurriedly turned his head toward the source of the sound, and saw his little maid.
Lasha was covered in black ash, her form unstable, walking staggeringly, looking very disheveled.
“Lasha!”
Shane reacted, ignoring his not-yet settled heartbeat and slightly throbbing head, got up, and headed toward Lasha.
“Ugh…”
Lasha’s form quivered, her footsteps faltered, and her entire body fell forward.
Shane quickly stretched out his hand, just in ti to catch Lasha as she fell into his arms.
“[Celestial Breathe]!”
The next second, Shane used celestial magic for healing without hesitation, letting starlight radiate from himself, shining on Lasha.
“Are you okay?” Shane said guiltily as he healed Lasha, “Sorry, I got you involved.”
A bitter expression surfaced on Shane’s face.
Lasha slowly exhaled, seeming much better, raised her head, and looked at Shane.
“What happened?”
Lasha asked seriously.
But Shane’s expression was complex upon hearing this.
Recalling everything that had surfaced in his mind just now, Shane sighed.
“Nothing, I just rembered so past matters.”
Shane spoke this way.
“Past matters?”
Lasha was slightly stunned.
“Yes.” Shane nodded, his tone inexplicably emotional, “Although I haven’t rembered everything, the most important parts seem to have co back to .”
No, it’s not just rembering; it’s piecing together past and present matters, ultimately unveiling so truths.
Even the unresolved mysteries from a forgotten past that puzzled and confused his early life have been unlocked.
Hence, Shane felt his emotions were exceptionally complex.
“Let’s return for now.”
Shane shook his head at Lasha, who seed to have more to say, saying this.
“I need so ti to gather my thoughts too.”
No matter what, as things developed to this stage, the truths and answers obtained have largely exceeded Shane’s expectations.
What should I do about this?
Shane’s mind was still chaotic, unable to find an answer.
But he knew he had to think it through, organize his thoughts well.
To address the already glaringly obvious and soon-to-be-unhideable… greatest regret of this world.
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