My Name Is the End, Calamity Justice

The light began spreading outward from her chest. Every inch of her skin turned translucent silver, and what flowed through the meridians within her wasn't blood, but liquid starlight.

Lin Qingzhou's body jolted as the silver light touched him. The dark green poison spreading wildly through his body seemed to have met its natural enemy. It began desperately retreating.

But the silver light precisely caught every wisp of poison. The instant they touched, the poison melted away without a sound, like snow beneath the blazing sun.

At the same time, Na'er's body began to turn transparent.

Starting from her fingertips, her skin, muscles, blood, and bones transformed layer by layer into silver-white points of light, drifting toward Lin Qingzhou's chest.

Following some precise trajectory, the points of light flowed from his heart toward his dantian, the place where a Soul Master condensed their Martial Soul.

Agonizing, heart-rending pain swept through every nerve in her body, but she clenched her teeth and didn't make a sound. She was afraid of disturbing her brother. She was afraid that if he opened his eyes, he would use his last bit of strength to stop her.

Strangely, nine-colored Soul Rings appeared around Na'er and settled one by one onto Lin Qingzhou.

What she offered wasn't just her Soul Power, bloodline, and Martial Soul. She gave him everything that made her an independent person named "Na'er": her memories, emotions, consciousness, and soul.

Her love for her brother, her anticipation of waiting for him to come home each day, her contentment while eating egg fried rice, the sense of security she felt when he held her after a nightmare woke her. She gave him all of it, without holding back a single thing.

Her lower body had already disappeared completely. With the last of her strength, she pushed herself up on her remaining arm and struggled to bring her lips close to Lin Qingzhou's ear. Her voice was as faint as a candle flame in the wind, yet every word was perfectly clear.

"Brother, don't be afraid. Na'er won't be able to eat egg fried rice with you anymore... You have to take care of yourself..."

As the final syllable fell, her body completely dissolved into countless silver points of light. Like a silent shower of stars, they drifted down onto Lin Qingzhou, then slowly merged into his body.

The blue-black wounds healed at a visible speed. Patches of dead skin fell away, and fresh skin grew beneath them.

A deep, boundless power filled Lin Qingzhou's once thin body.

Purple demonic markings appeared across Lin Qingzhou's body, sculpting him into the most perfect form, like an ancient Greek god.

His Martial Soul finally awakened, descending with an aura that threatened to destroy everything. A phantom figure appeared behind Lin Qingzhou.

On closer inspection, one would see that it was Lin Qingzhou himself. The phantom slowly opened its mouth, like a demon god.

"My name is the End, Calamity Justice!"

The Silver Dragon King Bloodline, the fragments of the Dragon God Origin, and everything Na'er had poured into him, giving up all she had.

The open Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art turned by itself to the final page.

A line of text slowly appeared on the formerly blank page: "Sacrifice complete. Sacrificer: Silver Dragon King Na'er. Sacrifice recipient: Lin Qingzhou. Status: Alive."

Outside the window, the blood mist still churned, and the explosions in the distance continued.

But inside the little living room, everything was quiet. Lin Qingzhou's breathing grew steady and strong. Color returned to his face, and the blue-black poison spots disappeared completely, replaced by faint silver patterns flowing beneath his skin.

But he was the only one lying on the sofa.

Na'er's glass of milk from that morning still sat on the coffee table. Her little blanket was draped over the armrest, and her penguin plush stood in the corner.

Her little duck-print pajamas had been neatly folded on the sofa, giving off a faint fragrance. It was as if she'd merely gone to the bathroom and would come tiptoeing out at any moment, calling softly, "Brother."

But she hadn't. She never would again.

Who knew how long had passed before Lin Qingzhou's eyelids twitched. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.

Deep in his pupils was a faint ring of silver-violet light, the mark left by the Silver Dragon King Bloodline.

His body, too, had been reforged by the power of the ancient Dragon God. Every muscle and meridian far surpassed those of an ordinary person.

More importantly, something was slowly stirring deep within his dantian. That place, which had always been empty, finally echoed with a response.

He abruptly sat up, gasping for breath, and instinctively felt his body with both hands—all his wounds had disappeared. But something was wrong.

The memories from before he lost consciousness stabbed into his mind like shards of broken glass: dark green poison spreading through his veins, Na'er's voice as she threw herself over him and cried out, and that distant yet crystal-clear voice—"I won't be able to eat egg fried rice with you anymore."

His blood turned cold.

"Na'er?"

He called out. His voice echoed through the empty living room, but no one answered. Staggering, he rushed into her bedroom.

The bed was neatly made, and her penguin plush leaned against the pillow. He searched the bathroom, the kitchen, the backyard, every corner of the house, calling her name over and over. His voice went from frantic to trembling, then from trembling to hoarse.

He returned to the living room and saw the open Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art on the coffee table, the new line of text on its final page, Na'er's neatly folded duck-print pajamas, and the silver points of light scattered across the floor, not yet completely faded.

One by one, those points of light were dimming, like the last stars before dawn.

Lin Qingzhou's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees before the pile of duck-print pajamas.

He reached out to gather the fading points of light, but they slipped through his fingers. No matter what he did, he couldn't catch them.

Something scorching fell from his eyes, drop by drop, onto the pajamas.

"Na'er... you silly girl."

He remembered the rainy night when they'd first met: she'd crouched at a street corner, shivering all over, yet desperately trying to master her fear.

He remembered the first time she sat across from him. Clutching her spoon in her little hand, she'd timidly asked, "Um, big brother, do you want some?"

He remembered how she'd eaten an entire tableful of food like a starving little beast, her cheeks puffed up round.

He remembered how she'd sweetly called him "big brother" again and again in her soft, sweet voice.

He remembered every night she woke from a nightmare and curled up beside him, while he fought off sleep and gently patted her back.

He remembered the night Di Tian came. She'd stood in front of him, so small, yet unwilling to take a single step back.

Each memory was like a knife mark carved into his bones, each one carving his heart to bloody shreds.

Outside the window, the first faint ray of dawn appeared, falling softly over the blood-mist-shrouded city. In the living room, the silver points of light finally faded away completely.

And in the eyes of the boy kneeling on the floor, clutching the duck-print pajamas as he wept, the ring of silver-violet light slowly spread, tinting his entire pupils bit by bit.