Chapter 165

Chapter 165

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[TL/N: A very emotional chap ahead guys ]

The passage was damp, dark, and dreadfully long.

How many minutes had they been sprinting?

When the presence of the enemies was barely felt, the Hero stopped to catch his breath.

Sweat dripped from Larzes neck through his fingers.

Golden eyes sparkled in the darkness.

How long do you plan to hold on?

Can you keep running?

Piece of cake.

The Hero lowered Larze while extending his senses forward.

The powerful barrier was soon within reach.

The destination would soon reveal itself.

Hold on a little longer. Were almost there.

Be gentle.

Tap-

The Hero continued running, holding onto Larzes wrist.

Larze followed without a word, and the passage echoed only with rough breathing and footsteps.

Shoo-ooo-ooo-

Occasionally, the sound of waves from outside the passage would interject.

And then it appeared.

Wooooooom-

It was a wall made of mist.

The wall consisted of a mass of smoothly moving gray entities, and the view beyond the mist was hardly visible due to its high density.

Thud-

It was an instant as they approached.

Vision diminished, surroundings blurred, and space seemed to distort.

What if we just charge in!

Amid Larzes echoing voice, eerie whispers emanated from the blocked path ahead.

The Hero staggered back.

So, this is the barrier.

Correct. Lets get the key out.

Accessing the subspace of Valber

As soon as the golden incontinence opened, a vigorously vibrating sphere popped out.

The bundle of keys rushed into the barrier and slowly melted into it.

Swoosh-

Watching it tensely, the Hero relaxed as the mist wall cleared, and he walked forward again, reassured.

A seemingly ordinary wooden door stood in front.

It was when Larze grabbed his wrist.

Wait a moment.

Why?

Just wait.

Larze stared at the appearing wooden door with narrowed eyes.

The Hero instinctively turned his gaze back, towards the direction they came from.

There was no time to relax.

Suddenly, from the other end of the passage, the presence of enemies began to be felt again.

However, despite the increasing real-time vibrations underfoot, the Hero did not rush Larze.

Grooooom-

It was because his wrist was held tight.

The trembling of Larze was felt vividly, indicating how strongly he was being gripped.

Is she nervous?

The Hero looked at Larze with puzzlement.

Of course, he knew that the one who hid the treasure was a powerful magician rare enough to be of the Beyond rank.

Larze had mentioned it, and considering the enchantment on the wolf statue and the intricate gimmicks here, it was obvious that the skills of the traitor were tremendous.

But for Larze to feel threatened.

The Hero looked at Larze, unable to understand.

Just then, her mouth was opening.

Huh, she has set up a serious barrier.

A barrier?

Larze briefly explained.

When this door opens, a phantasmal magic similar to the Dream will unfold.

The problem was that the rank was none other than Beyond.

Moreover, because the soul was sacrificed to raise its completeness, even she said that interference was impossible.

Thats strange. Even if its the same Beyond rank, arent you much stronger?

Thats not the issue.

Larze shook her head.

Opening that door and entering the interior means implicitly agreeing to step into the domain, the unique area of this magician, and obey its laws. In other words, it means surrendering all control.

She then gave a simple example.

No matter how powerful a shark is, once it comes out onto land, it can be torn to pieces by a mere cats claw. From the moment we open that door, we can only be at the mercy of this magicians arrangements.

I see.

The Hero looked back at the passage behind him.

The wall in front of him was trembling, showering dust.

The demons of Sector 43, including the demon worshippers, were approaching closely.

So, should we retreat?

It was when the vibration from the wrist ceased.

A bright smile appeared on Larzes lips.

It was only then that the Hero realized that her trembling was not solely due to tension.

No, theres no way.

Thud-

Without hesitation, Larze moved forward and grabbed the doorknob.

With her other hand, she still held onto the Heros wrist.

Swoosh-

Her hand slowly descended palm down.

Its a cautionary tale.

Understood.

Click-

And the door opened.

* * *

The Hero blinked, rubbing his eyes.

His last memory was of the door opening, pouring out white light.

How much time has passed?

His sense of time was in disarray.

It felt like days had passed, yet also like only a moment had passed.

The Hero took a few steps forward, clutching onto Black Hope.

The nauseating cave was nowhere to be seen.

All around was an entirely white and empty space.

It reminded him of where he encountered Enoch in his mental world.

Larze?

No answer came.

Not even an echo returned, and his words seemed to dissipate into thin air.

.

.

It was a training ground in one corner of Rosenstark.

Clang!

Two huge swords clashed against each other.

As if reflected in a mirror, the swordsmanship was identical.

But as the exchange continued, the difference in skill became apparent.

Soon, the sword held by the man was disarmed and fell to the ground without strength.

He chuckled in resignation and sat down leaning against the wall.

Hey, be gentle.

Thats not how it works.

The man looked at his sparring partner.

Ashen hair, eyes of the same color.

A muscular figure towering over 190cm, with a face so beautiful that it was hard to describe with just the word handsome.

The Hero, Ted Redymer, chuckled heartily, teasing yet somehow proud.

Still, youve improved a lot since the last time we sparred. Youve come a long way.

What do you mean by that? It wasnt that long ago.

Still, I think you have a long way to go.

The man shook his head in disbelief, but eventually joined in the laughter.

Clashing, breaking, and listening to lectures.

It had always been like this since before.

Ted handed the man a towel and leaned against the wall.

I didnt expect you to follow me all the way to Rosenstark.

How could I leave as the shadow?

You went through a lot playing the fake role. I shouldve sent you on vacation.

The man nodded silently.

Youre the one who spent months grumbling in the academy.

But I didnt expect you to come all the way here from the academy.

Well this place has a lot of significance.

Ted smiled again.

Relieved of the heavy burden of salvation, he sometimes laughed like a boy.

The man thought it looked very good.

They watched the setting sun in silence for a moment.

Rosenstark, now enveloped in the evening glow, was incredibly beautiful.

The refreshing breeze that swept away the sweat on their foreheads made the man speak up.

Time flies, doesnt it?

It had already been half a year since everything had ended.

It didnt feel like they had done anything special, yet time had passed in the blink of an eye.

He liked the density of that time.

Ted nodded in agreement with the mans words and got up from his seat.

Lets go to the professors quarters and have a drink. Euphemia sent over some good wine.

Sounds good. By the way, what have you been up to lately? You must be busy.

Even though I retired and am enjoying my days off, I still get scolded everyday through the communicator.

They exchanged such small talk and left the training ground, heading towards the professors quarters.

They left the training ground, engaging in such casual conversation, and headed towards the professors quarters.

Along the way, they encountered a few familiar faces.

A stern-looking senior professor briefly smiled and raised his hand in greeting.

Even the handsome blond young man, who had been teasing the maids, respectfully lowered his head.

Each child they passed looked at them with eyes filled with admiration and affection.

The man felt as if everything had returned to its rightful place.

Then, at a certain moment, they stood in front of the entrance to the professors quarters.

Amidst the gleaming lights of the building, Ted strode into the darkness ahead.

Meanwhile, the man stopped.

And as Teds figure grew distant, he seemed to want to store that image somewhere in his mind, gazing after him.

Are you not coming?

The drinking session was undoubtedly going to be enjoyable.

It was always pleasant when they drank at the hideout.

They would likely get quite drunk and reminisce about old memories.

Using a doppelganger for a mission, looking back, it was a reckless and daring lie.

One could only imagine what would have happened if they had been caught.

There might be some belated resentment about why he had acted so boldly at the hideout.

Even if he received a scolding, it would be fine.

As they continued to chat about trivial matters, Yussi, who had finished her overtime, would probably come by and suggest setting up another round of drinks.

Perhaps even Kasim, who had been rejected by the maid, would secretly want to join in with some of the younger professors.

Good heavens.

Just thinking about it made him so happy.

The man laughed heartily.

A large castle, piles of gold coins, and lofty honor awaited him.

Everything in this worlds treasure couldnt compare to what was waiting for him.

But he couldnt go any further.

He knew that it wasnt possible.

The Hero waited until the emotions that had been shaking him had dispersed like scattered ashes and moved away.

After some time had passed, he lifted his head.

Before him, Ted was quietly smiling.

Are you going back?

For a moment, silence surrounded them.

There were so many things he wanted to say.

Shouldnt you have lived?

You should have survived, come back, and enjoyed all of these things, your fair share.

Why did you leave so suddenly?

Shouldnt there be an ending like this at the end of your road?

As a human, you must have been lonely and difficult too.

But the Hero swallowed all those boiling words.

And instead, he spat out his deepest and sincerest wish.

Yes, I have to go back.

Why?

Because the place that needs a Hero isnt here.

Ted smiled again.

It wasnt a boyish smile, but a faint smile from the memories he always carried.

Alright, youll definitely finish it.

Those words pushed the Hero forward.

He changed direction and walked away.

There was no looking back.

There was no need to look back.

Even though he was looking ahead, he could vividly picture Teds face.

Kind, honest, noble.

Willingly bearing heavy responsibilities and duties.

The first Hero of this world.

The true Hero of this world.

He didnt realize how honorable it was to know him, to be able to follow him.

[PR/N: bro ]

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