Why must the devil be Defeated?-Chapter 1114 - 978: The Greatest Regret of This World

Chapter 1114: Chapter 978: The Greatest Regret of This World

Divine World, Holy Sanctuary. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

In this endless sea of flowers, the pure white Goddess who once lay here has vanished.

In her place is a girl.

A girl who appears to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with fair skin, a petite figure, golden waist-length hair, and an endearing appearance. She wears an extremely bold and revealing outfit, consisting of nothing more than a fur coat open at the front and leather clothing covering the necessary areas. On her head is a wide-brimmed witch-like hat with a pointed tip, and a patch covers her right eye.

In one of the girl’s hands is a giant lance with a design resembling trees, made entirely of gold.

Evidently, she is the Goddess Shane met once before.

Ever since she transformed into this appearance, the Goddess seems to have taken a liking to this look, or perhaps she has understood that Shane favors this form, maintaining this state ever since.

It’s not that she has come to like this form, it’s just that since Shane likes it and a Goddess, who shares her appearance, bears the name of her former friend, she finds a little amusement in existing here in a different form.

Of course, very few are fortunate enough to see her in this form, so much so that only Shane and Nien have seen it.

Nevertheless, the Goddess doesn’t mind, standing at the center of the flower sea in this form of the Otherworld Demon God.

Upon closer inspection, the Goddess’s only visible left eye is also closed, seemingly meditating.

From time to time, a breeze would blow through the flower sea, causing the fur coat on the Goddess to sway in the wind, presenting a rather ethereal look.

Until a certain moment when the Goddess seemed to have sensed something and suddenly opened her eyes.

She turned her gaze in one direction, as if she could see the situation in a faraway Otherworld, and murmured softly.

"Have you found the ’key’ to retrieve the past?"

The Goddess murmured as if she had long anticipated this day.

"He must be in great pain now, right?"

"After all, the heroes summoned to this world after that child all have most of their memories of the Otherworld forcibly taken away by ’her’ hidden mechanism."

"However, although ’her’ power is strong, it is not as omnipotent as mine, only able to violently destroy memories. Once such memories are retrieved, it will inevitably bring immense pain to those involved."

"Even the Hero Summoning doesn’t know about this; he is probably in the dark too."

But this is a trial he must endure.

Other heroes may lose their memories of the past life, but he cannot afford to.

Because his arrival in this world and his current power are not just due to being summoned here and becoming a Hero.

His order is reversed.

Others are summoned to this world, then awaken the concept of ’Hero’, receive a Holy Sword and Unique Skill, and gain power.

He, however, due to a series of coincidences, was forced to become a ’Hero’ type of being from the moment of birth, acquiring the power of the three highest concepts, becoming the only individual in the Otherworld with power.

In some sense, his being summoned here can be seen as an inevitable result.

Therefore, if he doesn’t want to know all the truths, that’s fine, but if he wants to understand everything, he must retrieve those memories and the first half of his life.

After all, he is part of this intricate game, not an outsider.

"Demon King."

"Goddess."

"Hero."

These three concepts have always intertwined and entangled with each other.

If the child wishes to seek the truth of the past, he must truly partake in the game himself.

The Goddess does not mind lending a helping hand, but that ruin has always been her forbidden zone.

There is ’her’ power guarding it, and as someone restrained by it, she cannot enter, unable even to use her All-Knowing powers to glimpse inside, relying only on the Treasure Jade residing in the child to vaguely sense what occurs.

Hence, the Goddess can only remain here, offering that child some blessings.

"May you be able to make up for the regrets left behind by us three."

The Goddess murmured, hoping so.

...

At the same time, just as the Goddess in the Holy Sanctuary declared, Shane was indeed enduring immense pain.

In his mind, fragments of memories surfaced amidst burning pain, making Shane feel tormented.

"What on earth is happening...!?"

Shane wished to scream, yet he sadly realized he couldn’t even manage that.

His current sensation was as if his head were forcibly thrust into a furnace, in agony, and burning to madness.

In such a state, fragmented images and sounds incessantly appeared in his mind.

———— "Why is this happening?"

———— "Why has that power transferred to this child?"

———— "Is it because I have been intensely rejecting this power, so it has moved onto my child?"

———— "Why is this happening? Why...!?"

This is the image of a young woman crying in a dim room as she holds her newborn child.

———— "Mom, I’m so hot."

———— "Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon."

———— "Why does my whole body become so hot at regular intervals? Do I have some illness?"

———— "Of course not, don’t let your imagination run wild, you’re perfectly healthy, you won’t get sick."

———— "If it’s not an illness, then what is it?"

———— "... Perhaps it’s a curse."

———— "A curse?"

———— "Yes, a curse, the curse left to you by your useless mother."

This is an image of a young woman beside a little boy lying in bed, speaking in a sorrowful voice and expression while caring for him.

———— "Come over here!"

———— "No! I did nothing wrong!"

———— "You say you did nothing wrong? Look at what you did to that person!"

———— "I told you, I didn’t! I just gently pushed him and he flew away himself!"

———— "I’ve told you many times, don’t play too rough with other kids, and certainly don’t fight!"

———— "Why? Is it true what they say about me? That I’m a monster?"

———— "... You’re not a monster."

———— "What am I, really!?"

———— "You are my son! Always will be!"

This is the scene of a young woman admonishing her growing son, ending with her tearful face.

Accompanying these images, the words from the young woman’s admonitions since Shane’s childhood began to surface in his mind.

"Remember, you are different from others. Inside you lies something others don’t have. If you don’t handle it carefully, it won’t only hurt others but yourself too."

"You might not be able to control this power now, but that’s okay. This power won’t harm you, so you mustn’t let it run wild but suppress it, reject it, and it will become manageable."

"Once you get used to it, the power will fall into deep sleep, just like mine did, and will be hard to awaken again."

"If there ever comes a day when you do awaken this power, you must control it."

"This is a world-shifting power. You must use it properly, understand?"

The young woman’s admonitions were so clear, so distinct.

At the time, her expression was so serious, so earnest, that Shane finally remembered.

Why did he forget?

Such an important matter, why did he only remember it now?

Shane pounded his head, not out of regret, but because he had recalled something crucial.

It was.

It was!

That was my...mother!

It turns out she was...

It turns out I am...

The threads in his mind gradually connected, leading to a shocking and almost absurd truth that Shane discovered.

"Little Hui" ——— this name became the key for Shane to retrieve the past, becoming the focal point of everything.

Then, the last image flashed across Shane’s mind.

It was a young woman beneath a starry sky, involuntarily voicing a wish one night.

———— "If there’s a chance, I’d really like to meet those two once more."

This wish, this image, became the last memory flashing through Shane’s mind.

"————"

Unknowingly, Shane’s anguished cries ceased.

The magic power burning from him also gradually calmed down.

The turbulence slowly faded away.

The interior of the ruins gradually became tranquil.

"Huff... huff..."

Shane knelt in the center of the ruins, clutching his head, panting heavily, his eyes reflecting shock, silence, and complex emotions.

"Master..."

A figure staggered toward Shane’s direction.

Shane only then seemed to remember something, hurriedly turned his head toward the source of the sound, and saw his little maid.

Lasha was covered in black ash, her form unstable, walking staggeringly, looking very disheveled.

"Lasha!"

Shane reacted, ignoring his not-yet settled heartbeat and slightly throbbing head, got up, and headed toward Lasha.

"Ugh..."

Lasha’s form quivered, her footsteps faltered, and her entire body fell forward.

Shane quickly stretched out his hand, just in time to catch Lasha as she fell into his arms.

"[Celestial Breathe]!"

The next second, Shane used celestial magic for healing without hesitation, letting starlight radiate from himself, shining on Lasha.

"Are you okay?" Shane said guiltily as he healed Lasha, "Sorry, I got you involved."

A bitter expression surfaced on Shane’s face.

Lasha slowly exhaled, seeming much better, raised her head, and looked at Shane.

"What happened?"

Lasha asked seriously.

But Shane’s expression was complex upon hearing this.

Recalling everything that had surfaced in his mind just now, Shane sighed.

"Nothing, I just remembered some past matters."

Shane spoke this way.

"Past matters?"

Lasha was slightly stunned.

"Yes." Shane nodded, his tone inexplicably emotional, "Although I haven’t remembered everything, the most important parts seem to have come back to me."

No, it’s not just remembering; it’s piecing together past and present matters, ultimately unveiling some truths.

Even the unresolved mysteries from a forgotten past that puzzled and confused his early life have been unlocked.

Hence, Shane felt his emotions were exceptionally complex.

"Let’s return for now."

Shane shook his head at Lasha, who seemed to have more to say, saying this.

"I need some time to gather my thoughts too."

No matter what, as things developed to this stage, the truths and answers obtained have largely exceeded Shane’s expectations.

What should I do about this?

Shane’s mind was still chaotic, unable to find an answer.

But he knew he had to think it through, organize his thoughts well.

To address the already glaringly obvious and soon-to-be-unhideable... greatest regret of this world.