The scene shifts back to a month ago.
What happened that day in the Red Dragon's jaw.
In the sunset, during Luo Ge's final battle against the world's strongest man, the final result seemed to be a clash of equals, a powerful blow.
In reality, the actual result was a complete and utter defeat.
The moment the Dragon God drew his divine sword, the heavens and earth changed color, and no one in the world could rival him.
What kind of power is that?
It is a force that destroys everything in the world, unreasonable and beyond question.
Luo Ge's sword strike, which compressed all his magic to its limit, was like waves crashing against a mountain in the face of that power.
It made a grand display, but shattered into powder the moment it made contact.
Without a doubt.
He was completely outmatched by sheer numbers.
In the end... Luo Ge lost.
Under the setting sun, on the battlefield littered with the ravages of the crimson Red Dragon's jaws, Luo Ge's arms were severed by the divine blade, and the Dragon God held the blade to his neck.
Blood gushed from the cut, staining the snow beneath him crimson.
You lost.
" Rog Greyrat..."
The Dragon God opposite him watched his every move from his high vantage point, unmoved.
Splash!
The wind picked up.
The snow fell even heavier.
Luo Ge felt the snowflakes falling from the sky, landing on his cheeks and gradually melting... a smile remained on his lips.
That was a bitter smile.
... It turns out that in the face of absolute numbers, all operations are just illusions.
His all-out sword strike, his three proudest schools of martial arts, and his trump card Transparent World.
Before the Dragon God, all results were utterly insignificant.
hateful!
How exactly do we win?
Luo Ge didn't know... he had absolutely no idea how to win.
But Luo Ge already clearly understood how to lose.
At first... he thought he would be like the protagonist of a story, suffering humiliation in the early stages, successfully taking revenge, and then achieving a happy ending.
But in reality, reality is so cruel and completely unreasonable.
If you can't win, you can't win.
There's no way we can win.
Those nights spent alone in the Dragon God Hole's Labyrinth, those days spent sweating profusely in the Sword Sanctum, those moments when I thought I finally had the right to fight the Dragon God.
It was all just his fantasy before he died in the Red Dragon Mountains.
The revolving lantern light gradually faded, and the biting cold wind around them finally brought Luo Ge back to reality.
"You... you're right... I lost."
"Cough cough..."
" Dragon God is indeed powerful. I have lost... cough cough... truly and utterly convinced."
Without a doubt, Luo Ge has completely burned out.
If anyone else were here, they would see that not only were both of Luo Ge's arms severed, but even his hair had turned completely white.
That's what happens when magic is exhausted.
And what does running out of magic mean in this world? No one knows it better than that.
Running out of magic power means completely losing the ability to fight.
Although the Dragon God won, his victory was far from easy.
He drew his divine sword, his upper body bare, the cold wind blowing across his back covered in fine beads of sweat.
He slowly walked up to Luo Ge, his golden eyes looking down at the barely recognizable boy on the ground. "Leaving aside the fact that you are Human God Apostle... you, Rog Greyrat."
"He is indeed a formidable opponent."
"To say that... to go to such lengths, forcing me to draw my divine sword... is truly beyond my expectations."
"Really? Thank you so much for your recognition, Dragon God."
Is this the end of it all?
"... Am I going to die...?"
"Yes, Rog Greyrat, you're about to die. Don't forget to tell me a message: tell the Hitogami!"
"I, Orsted, will kill him."
"Is that so? I agree, but... in exchange, Lord Dragon God... can you grant me one request?"
It was just a casual remark, and Luo Ge himself didn't have any expectations.
But to everyone's surprise, the Dragon God Orsted nodded.
Luo Ge was filled with mixed emotions, but he still uttered his last words as he lay dying. "After I die, cough cough... please, please don't hurt my family, okay? Please... please help find Zenith..."
"They... are innocent..."
The Dragon God Orsted remained silent this time, lost in thought.
Luo Ge didn't know whether he had agreed or not.
Perhaps it was a rejection.
After all, he was an evil Human God Apostle, an enemy of the Dragon God Orsted. How could he possibly agree to the capricious demands made by his enemy?
However, to Luo Ge's utter surprise... Orsted, who had always given the impression of being ruthless and vicious, actually nodded seriously.
"Alright, I will fulfill your last wishes... Rog Greyrat."
Having said this, the Dragon God Orsted finally raised the divine sword high above his head.
And Luo Ge faced death with equanimity.
In the final moments of his life... a replay of memories flashed through his mind, his recollections of his past life gradually fading, while his memories of the Buena Village remained the most vivid.
Those precious memories with Paul, Zenith, and the others... The Mass Teleportation of the Fittoa Territory has been going on for over two years... Clearly... Zenith hasn't been found yet, but he has fallen here first.
Lilia...
Aisha...
Norn...
And then there's Rudeus...
The last teacher, Roxy... He clearly promised to go back, and they made a promise to eat pufferfish together.
But I'm sorry, he broke his promise this time.
Swish!
The moment the divine blade fell, Luo Ge's life entered its final countdown, stepping into the end of his life.
Real death is approaching.
However, the Dragon God's hand, which was wielding the divine sword, suddenly stopped in mid-air. It wasn't that he didn't want to fight, but that someone was trying to stop him.
???
The Dragon God frowned, but hesitated to strike with his divine blade.
He finally seemed to realize something: there were others here, secretly hindering his actions by interfering with fate.
who?
Who exactly is it?
Who exactly is secretly stopping him?
The Dragon God looked around warily, but there was nothing nearby except for the swirling snow.
But the Dragon God was certain that someone was lurking in the shadows.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, a girl's voice rang out from deep within the Red Dragon's jaw.
"Hey Uncle Long, let's leave it at that."