My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 496 - 430: The Day the King Fell

If a slight sadness and a slight joy constitute regret, then the expression of this demigod must be one of extreme regret. Her eyes held remorse for the past, yet were also filled with hope for the future of her clan.

She was sincerely happy for her clan,

and also happy for herself.

"My whole life has been trapped in regret," Belisa lowered her head,

"Actually, I knew long ago that our homeland could never be returned to. From the moment we rode away on the sheep’s back away from our homeland, it became a distant word for us."

"We are a people on the sheep’s back, and we have such a deep affection for the grasslands that bore and nurtured us that those nights feel too unreal for us. Until now, the homeland has already become scorched earth, with ashes carried by the wind. Yet, some still firmly believe that beyond the mountains, the grasslands remain vast, the lakes clean, and the skies blue."

"I promised them that I would surely bring them back to our homeland."

"Because of this unfulfillable promise, too many of our people have departed, too many have been stuck in the past, unable to move forward, striving toward an illusory goal. Some elders, throughout their lives, even on their deathbeds, still yearn for the sights of their homeland."

"If the souls of the Titan Clan were to return to Tulatan after death and see such a devastated homeland, what would they feel?"

"The expectant eyes of the clan members, as sharp as knives and as insidious as a chronic poison, make me constantly regret why I made that promise, why couldn’t I reveal the truth to my people..."

The flame in Belisa’s eyes gradually dimmed.

"Why... why couldn’t I lead the clan to a new home, to a better life."

"Why... every time I face the hopeful eyes of the children, I waver."

"Why... am I carrying the fate and expectations of so many people, yet must entrust my own fate to others?"

"Why, must it be me who bears these burdens?"

"Why, can’t I just live freely for once..."

The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter until it was no longer audible. Perhaps in the final moment of her life, many of her confusions remained unresolved. She never left that grassland nor reconciled with herself.

As the sun set, Black Crows circled.

The Kingdom on her side moved toward its downfall as the dim sunset light passed over the woman’s shoulder.

Reflected on her rust-covered armor, the mottled bloodstains of the Double-Bladed Spear on her chest were visible.

A breeze blew by, and her plume quietly swayed in the wind, ignited amidst the ashes, quietly burned.

Her luminous eyes closed.

Her scarred hands slowly fell.

Her life was just like the setting sun.

Noble demigod of the Titan generation,

came to an end.

Sevia rose,

walked out of the Royal Palace,

walked through the streets,

walked out of the city walls.

She walked and walked, until the outline of the Kingdom could no longer be seen on the horizon where the sunset fell.

Those words were also spoken for herself to hear.

When stumbling in hardship and adversity, one must know what tripped them and learn to grow.

One cannot be trapped in the past, trapped in their regrets.

People always have to learn to accept all that has happened and look ahead with a lifted head.

Since she can no longer find her real self, and could no longer exist as ’Tang Xin,’ then why shouldn’t she try to embrace her new self?

Why must this journey’s ultimate goal be to find her real self, rather than existing as her reborn self?

Sevia lifted her head, black teardrops crystallized at the corners of her eyes, her body covered in broken cracks.

She again thought of the initial question.

Her past didn’t belong to her, yet she had to rush into an unknown future for a past that wasn’t hers.

Why on this journey, must she be obsessed with finding her past self and cannot pause to appreciate the scenery along the way?

Why, at the moment she opened her eyes, was it destined for her to follow a predetermined path, enduring unimaginable pains for ordinary people, each second feeling like a year, yet without a trace of free will?

Is this really fair to her?

She has all the memories and body of that girl, even their souls are entirely similar, yet in her mind, the newly sprouting self-awareness and myriad other people’s memories coexist. Instead of getting lost and halted time and again in endless suffering and memories, why can’t she fully accept her current self, and with such a stance, continue the journey ahead, walking freely in the world?

Actively embracing all memories, she would still be herself, yet could no longer be the girl she once was.

In doing so, it would mean her past self would truly die.

Yet, because those she cares for also care for her, Sevia no longer wishes to continue escaping.

Looking at the chat box that appeared before her, Sevia finally wrote down the answer she had long prepared in her heart.

...

"The ’Terminal Illness Patient’ instance is now settling scores. The leaderboard will be fixed in approximately three minutes. After the settlement time, the teleportation access will open."

"Don’t let the Silent Sequence escape!" Someone shouted.

The victory between the Light Chasing Garden and the Silent Sequence has been decided. The old guild will fall, its wings blocking the sun have been severed, and under the sunlight, countless new guilds will rise. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The battle between kings has always been ruthless.

When the new king ascends, her pack of wolves will sever the old Wolf King’s neck, even if he escapes disgracefully to the ends of the earth.

Anyone with sharp eyes knows exactly how to align themselves now.

"Kill the Silent Sequence, don’t let a single one slip through. Remember what that bunch of bastards once did to us."

The small guild quickest to respond earlier is also the first to jump out and turncoat, desperately wanting to tear the Silent Sequence members to pieces.

The Silent Sequence members, seeing that the tide has turned, huddled around the blonde girl in the middle, looking like they were about to be annihilated, and hurriedly scattered to escape in an attempt to preserve their forces.

The Smiling Knight’s face was full of unwillingness, roaring as he charged toward Xu Xiaoyou. After only a few rounds of combat, his energy weakened, his face hit, and he flew backward, falling to the ground.

The man’s wings retracted into his skin, his transformed state gradually faded. To cover his teammates’ retreat, he ignored his weakened body, forcefully enduring the side effects once more as he lunged toward Xu Xiaoyou, only to be easily taken down by the young girl this time.

"I told you, before the game’s end, I would personally take your life."

"Get up," Xu Xiaoyou said emotionlessly. "Since you’re a king, you should die with dignity."

"I’ll give you a dignified way to die."

The Smiling Knight realized there was no turning back, stood up from the ground, his clenched jaw suddenly relaxed, his tense face softened, his eyes calm.

"Come on, kill me. I lost, but that doesn’t mean you won..."

Bang—

A flash of fire interrupted the Smiling Knight’s words, followed by a heavy thud.

Looking at the man on the ground whose life had completely faded away, the surrounding guild leaders fell silent, unable to believe that the man who once brought nightmares to them, suffocating them, had just... died?

And the Dark Gold Rose who killed him, since entering the Oasis, had led her armed forces to assassinate the king, and finally decapitated the Smiling Knight in Pangard, all in a mere half month.

Those who had once underestimated the blonde girl suddenly felt a chill, not even daring to meet her eyes directly.

Under the slanting sun, everyone stood motionless, not uttering a word. They raised their heads, exchanged glances, and received a definite answer in each other’s eyes.

This would be her starting point.

The era belonging to the Light Chasing Garden is about to begin.