Chapter 915: Chapter 829: Chafne Appears!
At this mont, only a few minutes had passed since Shane’s announcent of the one-hour proclamation.
In just those few minutes, not only had top-tier legendary figures like Lord Mordo, Joseph, Nobu, and others fallen to the ground, groaning in apparent agony, but even the heads of other legendary entities and factions had succumbed.
Shane stood among the fallen warriors of the Human Race, like a sovereign towering amidst a sea of corpses and blood. Though not imposing, he exuded an undeniable dominance.
The onlookers gazed at this spectacle, their initial shock turning into numbing stupor, staring at Shane in awe, unable to regain their composure for a long ti.
Even those drawn by the commotion, watching the situation unfold from the shadows, shared the sa sentint.
“Is this what a Hero truly is?”
“Is this the true strength of Shane Beizitu?”
“He’s yet to even draw the Holy Sword.”
“He’s been here rely a little over half a year now; how has he grown so rapidly?”
Such thoughts filled people’s minds, unable to fathom any answers despite their deep contemplation and distress.
However, there was one thing everyone understood.
That was, although Shane was young and had not been in this world for long, he was definitely not soone to be trampled on.
Not only was he no pushover, but this Hero differed fundantally from previous Heroes and could not be judged by conventional standards.
At least, no Hero in history had been as assertive as Shane, nor had any been so reckless in disregarding their own kin to act impetuously.
“This Hero is not one to provoke.”
This notion beca unanimous among everyone present, whether openly or covertly.
Through his actions, Shane conveyed to all that he was no rule-abiding, rigid Hero.
On the contrary, he had a temper, with emotional fluctuations stronger than anyone else’s. Although he wouldn’t allow a speck of sand in his eyes, he was certainly not one to suffer even the slightest disadvantage.
In his own words, that would be…
“Being servile despite having crossed worlds, that would be utterly shaful.”
So, even when facing Yule, with whom he previously had so acquaintance, Shane’s deanor remained unwaveringly firm.
The sa applied now.
“Since none of you can cross this line, kindly exit from here.”
Shane tossed out these words, his tone leaving no room for dispute.
For many, it was heart-sinking.
“…We rely wish to see Lady Xiafunie once. Can’t you make an exception?”
Misji spoke with a bitter, distressed expression.
He was genuinely reluctant to withdraw just like that.
For over twenty years, the image of Xiafunie had appeared in his dreams countless tis, leaving him feeling indescribably desolate upon waking each ti.
Clearly, he was the King of one of the preeminent nations of the Human Race, enjoying prosperity and a life of luxury. Whatever he desired, he obtained, never encountering anything beyond his reach—except when it ca to Xiafunie, Misji’s every plea was in vain.
He did not foolishly hope to attain sothing intimate with Xiafunie.
He understood that while he stood as one of the pinnacles of the Human Race, there remained a vast gulf between him and Xiafunie.
Therefore, he rely wished to see Xiafunie once more and have Xiafunie acknowledge him, exchange a few words, and he would be content.
It wasn’t only Misji; everyone present felt the sa.
They dared not fantasize about anything happening with the Enchanting Demon; they rely wished to soothe the aching longing in their hearts.
To confess, Xiafunie was truly a devastating presence in every sense, having beco the object of countless people’s longing without even trying, which was indeed exaggerated.
Even more astonishing was that such allure ca from Xiafunie’s inherent qualities, not from so mysterious power.
She simply captured countless hearts through her beauty, deanor, every posture, and every smile, and the exceedingly natural expression of her true feelings.
Despite being utterly aloof, showing no interest in anyone, never offering even a decent conversation or proper acknowledgnt, those who t her remained profoundly enchanted.
Thus, she earned the title of “Enchanting Demon.”
The rest of the Demons earned titles matching their inherent powers, yet Xiafunie’s title had nothing to do with her abilities, rely testant to her pure allure attracting others, illustrating her exceptional nature.
Shane was not immune to understanding these people’s thoughts.
After all, even he struggled against the temptation Xiafunie brought, having endured it countless tis. Naturally, others wouldn’t be exempt.
Yet…
“I say, what’s the point in all this?” Shane remarked bluntly in front of everyone present: “I can’t believe you don’t realize, Xiafunie truly doesn’t wish to see you, nor has she ever focused on you. Why must you cling stubbornly to this one-sided obsession?”
Upon these words, silence enveloped the crowd.
Even Misji and Yule shared in this, expressions wrought with bitterness and heaviness, sinking into silence.
Joseph, limping back from afar, halted, staying silent.
Nobu likewise brushed off the debris covering him, clutching his abdon, covered in wounds, wordlessly.
All those present, either fell into silence or wept in anguish, enveloping the air in a faint sorrow.
Shane’s frankness had torn open the reality they all hoped to avoid.
They knew, Shane was right.
Chafne indeed never looked at them squarely, let alone wanted to see them.
More than twenty years ago, those present here because of Chafne were just a small part of the countless people who fell into a trance from afar, rely watching the figure of that Enchanting Demon.
So small.
So insignificant.
So distant.
Out of reach.
They were like ordinary people watching a celebrity, no matter how crazily they shouted or how enthusiastically they cheered, in the end, they could never earn a glance from that figure bathed in the spotlight and admired by all.
In the end, they could only watch her gradually disappear into the distance, feeling lancholic and lost, their souls adrift.
Even today, what does it matter if they have co here?
To the Enchanting Demon Lord, they are still just one insignificant admirer among the crowd around her, aren’t they?
Their identities, their strength, their status, their power, though they may seem dazzling in the eyes of others, are rely so-so in the eyes of that person.
In that case, what qualifications do they have to attract her attention?
“There’s really no need for this.”
Shane then openly expressed his thoughts.
“With your identities and status in the Human Realm, you could practically have whatever you want, so why humble yourselves for an unrequited Enchanting Demon and live so pathetically?”
This is the only difference between Shane and the others present.
Though he also finds it hard to resist Chafne’s allure, he refuses to humiliate himself because of it.
Throwing oneself at soone who shows no interest?
Persistently pursuing soone?
Trying to cajole even when coldly treated?
Unfortunately, Shane isn’t one for taking such losses.
What’s more, though Chafne is in many ways the best woman, doesn’t he have good won around him as well?
Isn’t having the most beautiful woman of the Human Race, whom he can tease at his leisure, quite delightful?
Isn’t having a proactive and straightforward little wife who sends you benefits every day, bathes with you, and always asks to “play with ” quite delightful?
Isn’t an obedient and well-behaved, ek and compliant Elf maiden, who would rather love you silently from the shadows, never wanting to see you unhappy, blushes shyly, and worries over your every word and action quite delightful?
Now, there’s even a Dragon Demon to join in, not to ntion a Goddess who tries every trick in the book to win you over every day. Shane can be considered a winner in life in many respects, even having a daughter (Lilith) and a pet (You Lin).
Are these won not extraordinary? Not beautiful?
Yet, for one tree, to give up the entire forest, moreover, a tree that is so aloof, doesn’t even spare you a glance?
How foolish to think that way!
Therefore, although Shane has often been teased by Chafne into a state of turmoil, his determination never fails him, and he maintains a respectful distance.
It’s not that he wants to play the noble gentleman; rather, his male pride doesn’t want to be wronged.
If you ignore , then I will ignore you. Isn’t that enough?
Who isn’t a treasure, after all?
Of course, though this is what Shane thinks, it doesn’t an others can understand.
Among those present, perhaps the only one who hasn’t seen and fawned over Chafne is Mordo, who struggles to stand while sneering.
“You speak so righteously; who knows if you’re rely monopolizing the Enchanting Demon, not letting others near her?”
Mordo taunted sarcastically.
Shane’s expression turned cold.
However, before Shane could respond, an anomaly occurred.
“Boom!”
A formidable Magic Power transford into a shockwave, blasting out of the Beizut Family’s ho like a cannonball, instantly striking Mordo and exploding on his body.
“Puff!”
Mordo spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flung backward, crashing to the ground, rolling several tis before finally coming to a halt.
He no longer moved.
A pool of blood gradually ford beneath him.
“Lord Mordo!”
Misji’s face changed drastically.
Before he could express his anger, a voice as heavenly as a celestial lody echoed, reaching everyone’s ears.
“How truly overestimating oneself.”
That voice was so pleasant, so lodious, leaving everyone present as if struck by lightning, faces alight with joy.
In that mont, everyone’s gaze suddenly converged on the Beizut Family’s front gate.
There, a figure that eclipsed the brilliance of the world gradually walked forth.
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