Chapter 22

Luo En had always believed that transmigrators should make their mark as heroes.

He'd said that the essence of countless epic tales lay in chance encounters with cute girls.

But deep down, what he truly craved was something else—like how a kid might pick up a stick and treat it as a treasured sword, or turn a vicious dog into a monster, or slap on a bandage like it was a medal of honor.

Of course, it made no real difference; dreams still withered away, and enthusiasm still got doused all the same.

Save something, and you'd get called a hypocrite.

Help with something, and you'd still get branded a hypocrite.

People weren't paladins, after all—not out to uphold oaths and do good just to become the stuff of legends passed from mouth to mouth.

Truth be told, having a heart full of kindness or one devoid of it wasn't anything to make a fuss over.

That said, it didn't stop Luo En from enjoying his days in this Bicolor Realm.

Even when he was hauled up to the guillotine, he didn't feel all that desperate. He figured that was one of his few redeeming qualities.

After all, you'd landed in a place where you didn't know a soul, and crying your eyes out or wailing for your parents wouldn't change a damn thing.

But there was one important matter that Luo En had pondered for ages without figuring out.

That was why this Bicolor Realm was so damn unfriendly to him.

[Warning: This Evil God Spawn has grown to the second stage.]

[System can no longer provide a second survival service to the transmigrator. Your current survival rate is 13%.]

[However, as the future Strongest on Earth, the System strongly recommends that you battle the Evil God Spawn.]

At that moment, the System had already written off its hundredth transmigrator, opting instead to propose a mutual destruction pact.

The shockwave from the moment Luo En died and the System detached would be enough to take out this not-so-powerful Evil God Spawn.

It had always existed solely to cultivate transmigrators capable of slaying Outer Gods.

If cultivation proved hopeless, then the optimal choice was obvious.

And what was the optimal choice right now? Whatever inflicted the maximum damage on an Outer God.

Despite getting smashed around like crazy several times, Luo En hadn't blacked out. He could hear the System's frantic warnings blaring in his mind.

None of the System's words shocked him too much. That busted thing was supposed to be this much of an asshole.

If anything, what surprised him more was that he hadn't been killed outright by Drian's ridiculous Brute Strength.

He was starting to grasp what that "Warrior First-Rank" label on the System really meant.

At some point he couldn't pinpoint, he'd come to take that battle experience etched into his very bones as a given.

And that very assumption was why he couldn't sense how much stronger he'd gotten.

But when he really thought about it, the original him shouldn't have had any of that combat experience to begin with.

As the sound of cracking ice kept ringing in his ears, Luo En lifted his eyelids again.

His mind cleared a bit; he stopped letting his thoughts run wild.

The usual him wouldn't dwell on endless nonsense like this—only when he was dazed did he get like that.

It was like how people always got emo in the dead of night.

[Task System updated.]

[Quest Name: Brave Battle]

[You're facing a life-or-death crisis right now, but as the future Strongest on Earth, you can't back down here. Even if it kills you, go down fighting together.]

[Quest Content: Kill the Evil God Spawn (0/12)]

[Completion Reward: The System will enhance your physical abilities]

The System abruptly issued a quest, one that might as well have spelled out for Luo En to go die.

Luo En touched the back of his head—it was all blood, and still warm.

He saw a bunch of phantoms popping up in front of his eyes, a scene that had happened several times just recently.

Sometimes it was snippets of other people's past conversations; other times, glimpses of his own choices a few seconds into the future. But none of it had anything to do with the present.

These phantoms came with so many overlapping voices that he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Some showed him charging at Drian like a madman; others had him fleeing in pathetic defeat; still more depicted him kneeling helplessly on the ground...

There were too many, leaving him unsure which one was right—or maybe they all were.

[Reminder: Please cease this irregular Parallel Resonance. You cannot withstand the second possibility.]

[Transmigrator, please cherish your life. Do not engage in self-destructive behavior.]

Parallel possibilities weren't some game. Messing around with resonance like that would bring disaster.

It wouldn't just wreck the transmigrator—it'd drag everyone around them down too.

Because what you were resonating with wasn't your warrior self, but something else entirely.

Without the Ten Sages' System, this resonance was uncontrollable—and ever since he'd arrived in town, Luo En had been resonating.

But Luo En ignored the System's blood-red warnings, continuing to stare at the phantoms materializing before him.

In that instant, the world froze for him; even the snowflakes mid-air hung suspended.

"Save this world? No, you should dose this terminally ill world with one more lethal poison."

Luo En heard a voice identical to his own, but in a tone he'd never used—vicious, insidious, laced with a hint of anger.

Then the voice faded, and the world snapped back into motion.

Luo En thrust out his hands, grasping for something—anything. He had this nagging sense that he ought to be clutching a massive sword.

But he only grabbed at empty air; there were no weapons nearby.

So in the next second, he lunged for Drian, right there within reach.

No weapon? Didn't matter. He knew exactly what to do next.

By the time Drian reacted, Luo En had already clamped down on his right arm like a vice.

Drian said nothing as he swung his other fist at Luo En, aiming to drive him straight back into the wall.

The punch landed hard, forcing Luo En's body to arch backward, packing more power than any blow before it.

As Drian pulled his fist back, roaring flames erupted in its wake, scorching black marks across the wall.

A hit like that could've killed Luo En on the spot, and no one would've been surprised.

Even so, a nagging sense of dread lingered in Drian's chest.

Just as he started wondering why he felt this way, a searing pain stabbed through his torso.

Luo En's hand had forced its way into the gaping maw of the Evil God embedded in Drian's chest, with zero regard for whether it would get bitten off or charred by the flames.

"Let go." Drian's voice was calm, but anger simmered beneath it.

He hammered fist after fist into Luo En, desperate to make him pull his hand free.

Sparks flew in all directions, flames bursting up without pause—enough to incinerate and pulverize any ordinary person.

But even after Drian battered Luo En until blood streamed from his split scalp, the man showed no sign of letting go.

That uneasy premonition only grew stronger, Drian's instincts screaming that he had to get Luo En's hand out now.

"Let go!!!" It was the first time Drian had spoken with such raw panic since his unsealing.

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