Even though Luo Zhen was no longer the same person he had once been, one thing could not be forgotten: he had once been merely a Magus of Chaldea, merely a Master.
Although Luo Zhen had already revealed a portion of his astonishing talent back then, compared to the desperate situations he faced, he had been far too fragile.
Thinking back, Luo Zhen had only been capable of summoning a Mid-Level Familiar, with Mashu as his sole contracted Servant by his side. Yet he had been forced to stake his life against one Singularity after another, each one sufficient to become a cornerstone of the Human Order, and against heroes from Mythology and Legends, as well as existences like the Demon God Pillars. The difficulty of facing one crisis, dead end, and desperate situation after another was self-evident.
For Luo Zhen at that time, saving the Human Order and repairing the Seven Singularities had themselves been the greatest impossibilities, as well as the most terrifying mission.
And yet, step by step, after a century of tempering, Luo Zhen had finally reached his current realm.
The missions that had once seemed impossible to complete had now all been overcome by Luo Zhen, one after another.
If that was the case, then what else could be impossible?
"Nothing is impossible."
Luo Zhen reached out and gently stroked Leafa's head.
"Remember this, little Naoha. Humanity itself is an existence with infinite possibilities."
Looking back at history up to this day, humanity had been the victor no matter how one looked at it.
Compared to the gods, humans were incomparably fragile.
Compared to Heroic Spirits, they were incomparably weak.
What was more, compared to existences such as Phantasmal Species, Automaton Dolls, shikigami, and Demon Scarabs, humans were far inferior.
And yet, humanity had stubbornly