Chapter 487 Jet’s Requiem

Chapter 487 Jet's Requiem

"S-Sir Jet!"

Noah felt tears gushing out of his eyes as his blurry vision stared at the man whose pale body was slowly fading away.

If it was anything like what happened to Lux, his partner, then Noah was certain that the man on the ground was dying.

Right after using her final binding Spell, Lux turned into tiny white orbs of light and faded away. And now, Jet was doing the same--albeit at a slower pace.

He was surrounded by the thousands of surviving Adventurers who owed their lives to him. All of them had their heads bowed in both respect and grief.

No one said anything but Noah... and the man fated to die.

"I thought I told you... to call me Jet." He strained a smile, coughing a little after leaking out those words.

Noah stifled a loud cry as he stared at Jet's paralyzed form.

"I-is there really... nothing I can do...?" He muttered, more hot and salty liquids flowing through his young face.

"No... it's too late for me."

Jet's voice, albeit hoarse and low, contained a tone of finality. There was no way to save them after unleashing the seal.

"Lux and I already knew this much. We understood the consequences of our actions... and made the decision regardless."

Noah wanted to say something so he opened his lips, but quickly felt a lump stuck in his throat. He could not utter the words that he wanted to speak.

It felt like he was choking; like he couldn't breathe.

His body trembled as he clenched his fists, pressing his fingers on his palms until they whitened.

Jet was a hero.

He was the strongest of all the Adventurers--perhaps the strongest of humans who were natives to this world. New novel chapters are published on

Yet, he did the impossible.

"Y-you really did it, Jet... you won." Noah sniffed, taking in the snot that trickled down his nostrils.

"Yeah. I told you I would..."

Then, Jet's gaze left Noah and went to the woman who knelt beside him.

"Did you see? I told you, didn't I? That you're going to live to see my dream and fulfill yours?"

Britta, the toughest woman around, was also shedding tears like a baby. Her face was so crinkled up as she let out her emotions.

The regret. The guilt. The pain.

Everything was released in the form of salty tears.

In the end, she was never able to confess her feelings to him. She lost her faith in him and betrayed his trust.

Even after everything, she could still feel the gentle warmth that radiated from him as she stared into his eyes.

"Jet, I... I wish it was me. I should be the one dead, not you... I..."

"No, Britta." Jet raised his hand and touched hers.

"Yes. Right here and now, I choose you as my successor... Sherlock."

The world held its breath as everyone kept their silence for Jet and his final words. He smiled, staring straight into the Noah's young eyes.

"Do you accept?"

As the question floated in the air, same as the blade, Noah's heart—despite how much it hurt—raced uncontrollably.

He felt anxious, but the assurance he got from Jet's eyes told him that it would be okay.

Then, stretching out his hand, he reached out for the Chaos Blade.

"I... I accept!"

The moment he gripped the blade, Noah Sherlock felt a sudden energy surge within his body.

The power within the weapon crackled and flowed within him, and runic symbols began to appear all around the weapon.

"It has accepted you as its new wielder. Please take very good care of this legendary blade... the one wielded by the Sword Saint Zephyr himself."

Noah's eyes nearly bulged as he heard those words. At that moment, a sudden question flashed in his mind.

"J-just what is your relationship with Jet Zephyr?!"

Somehow, it all felt connected. Jet's name, his ideals, his motivation... everything about him.

It was all reminiscent of the man who started it all.

"A-are you—?!"

Upon hearing Noah's unfinished words, Jet gave a mysterious smile and parted his lips to deliver his final statements.

"You really are a smart kid..."

And then, after huffing out one last set of word, Jet closed his eyes and passed on with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Farewell... be free."

Particles of light followed, and they danced into the air; fading away like the echoes his words.

... But not the substance of his life.

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[A/N]

Thanks for reading!

This concludes Jet's journey, and I'm happy he had a bittersweet ending.

Who am I kidding? I was just laughing throughout the exchange!

I hope you all had fun.