Only God-Chapter 513 - 442: A Hero in Life, A Great Man in Death (Added Double Update)

Chapter 513: Chapter 442: A Hero in Life, A Great Man in Death (Added Double Update)

Kars, Adrian... and other friends who came to the Great Plain had visited that zombie-like Hero multiple times.

On certain days, they often gathered around Baird, sighing over the past, looking back on lost glory, and getting drunk beside the campfire, where Baird, compared to the host of the feast, seemed more like a mascot, a reason for the Heroes to come together.

These reunions even included those who Baird had killed on the battlefield, many of whom admired Baird’s achievements and bravery more than Baird’s own friends did, in the Great Plain, where mortal hatreds were cast aside, Heroes merely cherished each other.

This time, when Kars, who had founded a Kingdom in the far North, visited Baird, he was shocked to discover that the Hero’s appearance had changed almost entirely.

There was a new light in Baird’s gaze.

Though his every move still resembled that of a walking corpse, his gaze was no longer muddy as before.

"Baird... you... what happened to you?"

Kars couldn’t help but grasp Baird’s broad shoulders.

The latter did not respond, still mute.

Kars doubted whether he was hallucinating, so he told no one and decided to observe for a while longer.

The zombie-like Baird still wandered about the Great Plain, but these days, he spent more and more time by the riverbank.

Because... this Hero, renowned in the Mortal World, had seen the figure of his beloved many times in the relentless river.

As the vision repeated, Baird’s eyes gradually regained more spirit, and that puppet-like soul seemed to be slowly reclaiming its consciousness.

"Where... am I?"

Suddenly, Baird spoke.

No soul heard him, as people had grown accustomed to not disturbing the Hero in ordinary times.

Should any soul have known of this, they would have been utterly astonished, for miraculously, after thousands of years, Baird had finally spoken.

Schiller, hidden in the shadows, witnessed this scene,

"It worked... it won’t be long now, Baird will reclaim his consciousness."

Sitting on Schiller’s shoulder, Sofia asked,

"So what will you do next to guide him?"

Schiller smiled and said slowly,

"You’ll see soon enough.

My wager with those Netherworld Judges was... Baird would commit a deed so intolerable that the Netherworld couldn’t bear his presence.

For that very reason, they would have no choice but to exile him from the Netherworld."

Sofia looked puzzled.

A deed so intolerable that Baird wouldn’t be allowed to stay in the Netherworld...

What would that be?

Nevertheless, the Fairy Queen was very patient, and she didn’t press for answers just then, so she nodded and continued to observe Baird’s actions with Schiller.

In the following days, Baird gradually shook off his numbness, and the repeated visions in the water slowly dragged his consciousness out of the mire.

Baird was at times bewildered, at times lucid, like a newborn baby.

When his battle comrade Kars visited him again, he was suddenly greeted with a sentence from his mouth.

"Kars, where is this place?"

Kars was stunned, stiffly turning his head, disbelievingly looking at the spirit before him.

"Baird, Baird, are you talking?!"

Kars could hardly believe it.

Then, he heard the response that thrilled him beyond measure,

"It’s me, it’s me... where is this place?

It feels like... I’ve been in a very long dream."

Though Baird still seemed dazed, a soul that had been like a puppet for thousands of years talking was enough to amaze and excite Kars.

"You... you finally..."

Kars muttered:

"Take it easy, take it slow, Baird, you’re slowly recovering..."

In the days that followed, Kars visited Baird many times, and the latter grew clearer each day than the last; he shed his zombie-like state, and his words, though still confused, started to make more sense than before.

One day, Baird suddenly told Kars about a dream he had.

"In my dream... I saw a being with Six Wings, enveloped in a distant radiance."

Kars replied:

"That might be a Great Angel... I’ve heard it from someone else."

He was happy for Baird’s regaining consciousness and continued,

"It must have been that Great Angel who gradually restored your consciousness."

Baird nodded stiffly,

"That Great Angel... he told me, if I leave the Netherworld, he would let me see... my lover."

Lover?

Kars was taken aback; he recalled that Baird had embarked on the quest for the Heavenly Descending Gem because of his lover.

He had not expected that even to this day, Baird had yet to fulfill his heart’s desire.

"I must leave the Netherworld, I must leave this place... I have to leave!"

Baird murmured as if obsessed, a stubborn flame burning deep in his soul.

Now it was Kars who became flustered.

"What are you talking about, Baird? Think clearly.

This place is the Great Plain, the most beautiful place in the entire Netherworld, better than countless places in the Mortal World!

Only here can the supremely virtuous and Heroes enjoy the hard-earned peace and happiness, only here..."

His words fell like raindrops.

And were immediately interrupted by an anguished roar.

"But my beloved isn’t here!"

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