Chapter 62If gods bring light to the world and demons bring darkness, then perhaps the coming of demons is a blessing.

  Because the presence of a demon means the world is bright now.

  It is only in the light that people can recognize the arrival of darkness. And when the darkness is dispelled, only then can they truly cherish the light once more.

  Saria stared bnkly at the clear sky above.

  It was so pure, so untainted, as if it had never known impurity.

  The earth-shaking noise in the distance had ceased, and an eerie silence bnketed the world.

  Her instincts as a warrior told her that the raging force, the power that had threatened to tear everything apart, had vanished. Along with it, the madness that had filled the air was gone.

  "Saria."

  A familiar voice called to her.

  She turned.

  Yoren stood before her, his clothes in tatters, but a sincere smile on his face.

  "Saria, sorry for the wait. Let's go."

  May 25, Rhine Life Science Experimental Base No. 4.

  The dark day had ended.

  Yoren had survived the moment when his body was on the brink of destruction, returning to Base No. 4 despite the scientific team at Rhine Life believing he was doomed.

  When Saria brought him back, their reactions were priceless.

  Snowsant clung to Yoren's waist like a sloth, sobbing uncontrolbly and smearing tears and snot all over him.

  Hemer frowned, inspecting him like he was some resurrected prehistoric creature. Even the normally unfppable White-faced Owl looked at him strangely.

  When Aina saw him alive, she immediately turned and ran to prepare breakfast. Though old, she moved with the energy of a young girl.

  Despite their different roles and positions, after a month together, they had all formed deep bonds.

  Seeing their reactions, Yoren couldn't help but smile.

  Early morning.

  No sunlight, no birdsong, yet Yoren woke on time in his quarters at the base.

  Yesterday felt like a dream.

  He shuffled into the bathroom, stepping in front of the mirror.

  His eyes were unnervingly clear. If one looked closely, they would see the faintest bck pattern circling the outer edge of his left pupil.

  A delicate web, like a shackle binding something within. Or perhaps a milestone marking his fate.

  He didn't know what it meant, nor did he care to think about it now.

  Because he had noticed something far more important.

  His lips curved upward.

  Then he jumped in pce, throwing his fists into the air with a triumphant shout.

  "Yeah!"

  His hair was growing back.

  Thick strands had already begun to cover his scalp. In just a day, his jet-bck hair had grown nearly an inch, faster than if he had chugged a bottle of BAWANG shampoo.

  He smirked at his reflection, nodding in satisfaction.

  Hemer was right—his hair would grow back quickly.

  Back in bed, Yoren stared at the ceiling.

  He felt strangely at peace.

  Growth takes time. And time requires patience.

  In his old world, Yoren had learned a simple truth: people were not divided by birth, status, or css. What truly separated them was their perspective—the scale of their vision.

  If you wished for wealth beyond others, you needed the mindset to match it.

  A small puddle could never hold more water than its boundaries allowed. The rgest fish in that puddle would either consume others or drive them away, believing that by drinking more water, it could outlive them all.

  But the fish would never realize that beyond the mud, a river flowed. And at the river’s end y the vast, boundless ocean.

  The way a person sees the world determines how far they can go.

  In One Piece, children Luffy’s age saw only the candy in their parents’ hands. Young pirates saw treasure on merchant ships.

  But Luffy saw ONE PIECE—and from the very beginning, his eyes never wavered from it.

  Yesterday’s experience had changed Yoren.

  A child's world is simple. But as they grow, it becomes complex. Only after witnessing the highs and lows of life, after facing fate itself, does the world become simple once more.

  Yesterday, Yoren had seen the world from a higher vantage point. He realized that legends were rarely as they seemed. History was merely the subjective retelling of those who survived.

  Lying in bed, the pain from yesterday still burned in his memory. And with it, that voice—so unreal, yet so clear.

  "They call me a dark devil. But who bckened my heart? I am called a devil because I see through the gods' lies."

  Perhaps, as Yuanshan had said, the legend of the bck and white twins was not what it seemed.

  The devil does not cry. He is the strongest, the greediest, the most feared being in existence. He covets everything—

  even the love of the goddess.

  The devil saw through the heart of the sky goddess. Saw through the gods’ deception.

  "Gods do not need emotions."

  Bound by this lie, the goddess was imprisoned in the heavens, wielding a holy sword capable of severing all things, forever guarding the world of the gods.

  The devil saw the truth—saw the emotions the goddess hid in her heart. She protected the world, but he wanted to free her from the sky and use the power of the earth to shield her instead.

  Born from darkness, the devil’s body was formed from emotions abandoned by the gods. He remained in the earth, watching the sky for tens of thousands of years.

  And when he finally reached out, his power had become unmatched.

  The gods could not stop him. So they deceived the goddess instead.

  They told her the devil had tricked her, that he wished only to steal her power.

  But the goddess did not believe them.

  As time passed, the devil’s strength grew. Mountains crumbled, fields withered, the world of the gods on the verge of destruction.

  At st, the gods made their final plea.

  They told the goddess they would sacrifice their divinity to eradicate the devil.

  The devil would die for her.

  And so, the goddess finally raised her sword.

  The devil’s power came from the earth, and the earth was bound to the sky. So she severed the ties between them.

  Her love for him had grown over tens of thousands of years. So she severed her memories.

  And in the end, the devil’s love for her was his only weakness.

  So she severed herself.

  The holy bde fell from the heavens.

  She cut away the sky, the earth, the past, and the future.

  Yet never once did her sword point at the devil.

  Her blood stained the sky red. A single tear fell from her eyes before she disappeared.

  The gods believed the devil was ughing—mocking her foolishness, reveling in her defeat.

  But as the devil gazed upon the crimson sky, red tears fell from his own eyes, streaking his distorted smile.

  Drop!

  His tears merged with hers as they touched the earth.

  Then, a roar shook the heavens, a wrath that could consume all.

  His red tears burned his face. He wanted to destroy everything. To tear apart this world where she no longer existed.

  But he couldn’t.

  Because the devil had shed tears.