Pein: What Has Been Done Will Be Done Again!

The next morning.

In the back hills of Tor Town.

The sun slowly rose in the east.

A vast expanse of brilliant yet gentle sunlight spilled down.

It shone upon the graves of the three brothers—Pein, Pei Qi, and Pei Jie.

Since the town still needed repairs, the mourners left one after another after completing the memorial rites.

Only Long Fan, with a Wooden Sword strapped to his back, remained quietly before the gravestones in mourning.

His expression was solemn.

Uncle Pein had once said—

If a knight died gloriously in battle, then one must never grieve for him.

Because that was an honor!

Some people had passed on, yet they still lived on.

Though Uncle Pein had not been a true knight, he was more of a knight than any knight!

He gave everything he had, until the very last spark of life burned out.

Especially that "knight's final lesson."

At the time, Long Fan had truly seemed to see a ray of light.

During his orphaned years, Uncle Pein had been like a father to him.

Long Fan had always been happy to share all sorts of nonsensical things with him.

For example, "Tor Three Brothers" was something Long Fan had come up with.

As for that Shinra Tensei about "a bag of rice, how many floors can it carry?"

It had merely been a joke after dinner.

Long Fan had replaced chakra with spiritual power and casually mentioned the principles behind using Shinra Tensei.

He had even joked, "A Pein who can't use Shinra Tensei isn't a good Pein."

Yet he had never expected this instructor uncle to actually delve into it.

Although the self-created martial technique he eventually developed was not especially powerful.

That fearless knightly spirit had undoubtedly unleashed a Super Shinra Tensei within Long Fan's heart.

He was utterly shaken!!!

Even Long Fan, as a transmigrator, had felt his blood boil at Uncle Pein's cry of "Shinra Tensei."

To fight and to protect—those were a knight's final beliefs!

From time to time, Uncle Pein's final words of instruction surfaced in his mind.

In the past, how could a soul from the modern world possibly accept the faith of a god from another world so easily?

If a transmigrator immediately lived like a native, that would be absurd!

But perhaps, from this moment onward.

Long Fan finally felt that, in this world of swords and magic, the "Knight Tenets" were not merely self-hypnosis.

When Uncle Pein had raised his knight's longsword and charged forward without hesitation.

And with that self-created Shinra Tensei!

Long Fan had finally gained a measure of enlightenment.

As the saying went, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

Since he had come to this world, he might as well do his utmost to uphold the "knightly spirit."

People lived in the present. They always needed something to believe in, didn't they?

If someone now asked him that question from his previous life:

"Young man, do you believe in the light?"

Long Fan would answer without hesitation:

"I do, because this past year, I saw Uncle Pein become the light!"

Before the grave, Long Fan slightly raised his head.

His gaze met the sun overhead.

A ray of righteous light.

Just happened to shine upon Long Fan's resolute, handsome face.

Ten years passed.

Even a hundred years later, the light Pein had left in Long Fan's heart would never fade.

"What has been done shall surely be done again!"

This teaching, which often appeared during Pein's training sessions, seemed to ring in his ears.

Countless knight predecessors had marched forward one after another to defend their homeland, shedding their blood and giving their lives.

Their deeds should be carried forward by those who came after them.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

Since he had transmigrated into the Divine Throne World and obtained Deep Blue as his cheat, why not become a knight who, at the very least, upheld protection and justice?

What had already happened need not happen again.

He did not want tragedy to repeat itself.

If he wanted to protect those he wished to protect in the future, then he had to keep growing stronger!!

His thoughts had undergone quite a transformation.

Long Fan deeply bowed before the grave of the Tor Three Brothers.

Then, he slowly turned around.

With a thought, Deep Blue, I want to check in!

Ding! Check-in successful. Obtained Outer Spiritual Power Attribute Points ×1.

Deep Blue, add the points!

He added today's single check-in point to his panel.

Though it was not much, it could accumulate day by day.

Besides, his Outer Spiritual Power, which had already surpassed its limits, could no longer be increased through normal training.

So this one point from checking in was quite good.

Long Fan interacted with Deep Blue as he headed back down Tor Mountain.

But as he passed through a patch of forest halfway down the mountain, center

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suddenly, there was a soft pfft.

Long Fan immediately became alert, gripping the hardwood greatsword in his hand.

This forest behind the mountain was far from peaceful. Wild beasts and even magical beasts occasionally appeared here.

Long Fan swept his gaze around, raising his sword into an attacking stance.

He looked toward the source of the sound.

Vaguely, he saw a petite figure fall to the ground.

His Outer Spiritual Power circulated.

A glint flashed through Long Fan's starry eyes, and his gaze immediately sharpened.

This time, he saw clearly that what had fallen in the woods was not some wild beast at all.

It was actually a little girl.

She looked only eight or nine years old.

Her frame was slender and frail.

She had short light-purple hair, and her cloth clothes were torn in several places.

Long Fan was somewhat puzzled.

Could she be a child from Tor Town who had accidentally wandered into the forest?

Long Fan cautiously approached her, but he did not relax his grip on the sword.

After taking a few steps forward, the little girl was startled as well. Her body instinctively shifted, and she turned her head to look at him.

Only then did Long Fan completely see what the little girl looked like.

Though she looked disheveled, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Though this little purple-haired girl was young, her brows were filled with stubbornness and coldness.

The moment Long Fan saw those features clearly, he was startled.

His memories gradually came alive...

Could this be the Reincarnation Saintess, Caier?

But why had she come to Tor Town, right next to Odin?

The heavens worked in mysterious cycles—Caier came right to my doorstep.

Could this be the butterfly effect?!

Though Long Fan was deeply puzzled, his movements were anything but slow. He hurried forward and caught Caier.

He asked concernedly, "What happened to you?"

Perhaps Long Fan's friendliness—or rather, his charm stat—was strong enough. Saint Caier quickly calmed down.

After merely one glance, she chose to trust the boy before her. She barely raised a hand and wrote a line on the ground.

"I can't speak. Bad people are chasing me, and they'll be here soon."

Seeing this, Long Fan became completely certain.

The girl before him was Saint Caier, the one being hunted by those damned Demon Race members during her trial.

There was no time to think any further.

Long Fan planned to pick up the little purple-haired girl.

This somewhat frail girl was exceptionally light; holding her, he could barely feel any weight at all.

But honestly, she was quite well-developed.

Curved where she should be curved.

Perky where she should be perky.

Perhaps this was the assassin figure of a catgirl like Akko.

Feeling his movements, Saint Caier froze slightly.

But when she saw his gentle, handsome face, she did not struggle at all.

Then she seemed to remember something.

She hurriedly pulled out one hand and quickly wrote in the dirt.

"It's too late. They can smell my scent. You should leave quickly, otherwise..."

Long Fan frowned slightly and shook his head.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you. Trust me."

As he spoke, Long Fan's gaze shifted as he swiftly scanned the surrounding flowers and grass.

"A scent? Got it!"

He quickly grabbed a large handful of pale silver wild grass from the ground.

This was the most common Blue Silver Grass on Tor Mountain.

It was usually cut to feed pigs and cattle, or used as hay.

Its sap had a very distinctive smell.

Long Fan crushed the Blue Silver Grass in his hands.

Then he quickly smeared it over Caier and himself.

It masked the bloody smell on Caier's body.

It also nearly concealed his own scent.

Then he carefully placed Caier in a nearby thicket.

"Stay here and don't move. You'll be fine."

As he spoke, Long Fan hid himself in a thicket closer to the outside.

He gripped the Wooden Sword in his hand tightly.

With 251 points of Outer Spiritual Power, along with quite a few knight skills already maxed out, he already counted as a qualified knight.

He had the strength to fight ordinary members of the Demon Race.

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