Chapter 413: Darks’ World Without Pain (4k)
Despite being extremely untimely, Wit’s joy was undoubtedly conveyed through his words.
It should have been something to be happy about, but in this current atmosphere, it felt particularly eerie.
Dark’s expression immediately darkened.
He suddenly looked up at Ophelia Brad, feeling a strange absurdity inside him.
He suddenly realized that all his previous speculations were completely overturned by this one sentence.
Or perhaps the entire situation had completely slipped out of control after this sentence!
So where exactly did the mistake lie in the entire process?
…
Up until now, the resolute heart cultivated through self-discipline allowed Dark not to panic because of this kind of misalignment.
While accelerating his thoughts to regain control over the situation, he said to Wit, “The mother you mentioned, is she this Lady Ophelia Brad in front of us?”
Wit excitedly replied, “You already know? I can’t believe it! Robert and I had already investigated things related to our mother before. It might be what they call fate! The bond of blood brought us together.”
As he spoke, he subconsciously grabbed the pendant around his neck, unable to contain his excitement.
The photo in the pendant was taken from a side angle, showing his mother’s profile.
Although the “Blood Princess” gave him a different impression compared to the image of his mother he had imagined from the pendant—especially regarding her hair color—the fact that “Blood Tribe members turn their hair red when using Blood Magic” made him ignore this difference when he discovered that his long-desired mother was actually a hero of the Golden Generation—the “Blood Princess.”
Moreover, his mother was alive, one of the legendary heroes!
Either of these two points alone would be enough to make him ignore the differences.
But it seemed that his excitement didn’t infect Robert.
Dark even saw a hint of embarrassment on Robert’s face?
Dark’s eyes flickered as he sternly asked, “What makes you think this Lady Ophelia Brad is your mother?”
“Think? No!” Wit immediately raised his hand and explained repeatedly, “Not thinking, but certainty. Listen, I can feel the surge of blood, so powerful.
That the moment I saw her, I knew she was an indispensable part of my life! And that senior…”
At this point, Wit pointed angrily at the unconscious Tom Nixon, shouting, “He deceived me!”
Dark glanced at Tom Nixon and momentarily met Ryan Hux’s gaze, “How did he deceive you?”
Wit angrily said, “He said my mother was a vampire who infiltrated the academy to resurrect the Demon King! The Demon King is still sealed, he hasn’t died at all!
Such a foolish lie, how could I believe it? And my mother couldn’t possibly be a vampire, she’s a Blood Tribe member, a pure human!”
While shouting excitedly, Wit spread his arms and stared into Dark’s eyes, his pupils wide open. There was a sense of inexplicable meaning in them.
…
In an instant, Dark understood.
Given the current situation, Tom Nixon probably hadn’t gained much trust from Wit.
This could be seen from the beginning of the ritual.
When Tom, Wit, and Robert appeared in front of him, it was in a “pursuit” form.
Tom likely used some unsavory methods to lead Wit and Robert into the secret passage.
As a result, their relationship did not improve even after entering the secret passage.
Professor Metia could only observe their positions through the Eye of Stars and barriers, and based on the fluctuations of the ritual, analyze their movements, leading to inevitable errors in judgment.
Adding to this was Professor Ryan Hux, who entered the secret passage to investigate Ophelia Brad.
Although the four of them indeed followed the ritual’s path to the final battle site, the process leading up to it did not fully align with the ritual.
By the time of the final battle.
The moment Wit saw Ophelia Brad, he instinctively sensed the blood kinship between them.
Perhaps the blood of the Blood Tribe flowing in his veins also contributed to this occurrence.
Dark could imagine that given Wit’s personality, he might have blurted out “Mom” upon meeting Ophelia Brad.
Then, fearing the ritual might go awry, Tom Nixon might have done something.
For example, loudly accusing Ophelia Brad of her “crimes” to guide the “Hero” to attack the “Demon King.”
But Tom Nixon, immersed in the “script,” probably never thought that he was merely a pawn in a larger scheme.
Ophelia Brad had no intention of cooperating with him; she struck him unconscious with a single move.
However, Tom Nixon’s words inevitably affected Wit.
He must have noticed Ophelia Brad’s abnormality but was unwilling to confront it.
Therefore, upon seeing Dark, he eagerly shared his joy with Dark and sought “recognition” from him.
He wanted Dark to tell him that Ophelia Brad was not a vampire, but simply his mother.
That’s why he acted so desperately.
…
However, Dark wasn’t that gentle.
After realizing Wit’s psychological state, Dark simply said, “Wit Gold, do you remember Professor Metia’s prophecy? History always repeats itself, and cycles never stop. You will become a Hero, draw your sword, and use your own heart to feel what is real!”
Wit Gold was momentarily stunned.
He stared deeply into Dark’s eyes for a while, but could only see the calmness in those emerald-green eyes.
A sudden sense of helplessness surged in Wit’s heart.
He abruptly turned his head, facing Ophelia Brad again.
Though he sometimes teased, his experiences at the academy this year had made him trust Dark’s abilities and character just like Robert did, deep down.
The same words, spoken by Dark or Tom, would have different effects.
…
Seeing that Dark easily changed Wit’s mindset, Ophelia Brad couldn’t help but smile.
When that smile appeared, it was as if colorful flowers bloomed behind her, captivating everyone.
This natural charm was like the colorful scales on a snake, beautiful yet deadly.
Wit was momentarily entranced by the smile, but Dark’s words echoed in his ears, making him grit his teeth and draw the “Holy Sword Curse” card from his deck, trembling as he cast a regular summoning spell.
The first attempt failed, but the second succeeded.
Intense golden light burst from the card, forming a radiant holy sword in his hand.
Though the outline of the holy sword was still blurry, its aura was unmistakable.
The sacred light was like choking smoke to Ophelia Brad, causing her eyes to narrow slightly.
She calmly watched Wit’s actions without any obstruction.
With the successful summoning of the “Holy Sword,” Wit’s “Hero” bloodline gradually boiled, resonating with the sword.
Then, his eyes widened as he looked at Ophelia Brad again, directly “seeing” the layer of blood-like magic shadow surrounding her.
Wit’s familiar, “Minotaur,” was a small demon race creature.
Therefore, he was not unfamiliar with the aura of demons.
Furthermore, he had close contact with the vampire Brad.
Thus, his lips trembled involuntarily.
“It’s true!”
…
Dark looked at Deoxys with a questioning gaze, and Deoxys nodded.
Dark couldn’t help but sigh.
At the end of the ritual, Ophelia Brad unmasked herself as a demon with no concealment.
This went beyond mere acting.
This proved that her “Embrace of the First” was complete, making her a “Blood Slave” to the Demon King.
But her Blood Tribe lineage kept her rational—or perhaps she skipped the “Blood Slave” stage altogether, becoming a “Blood Demon” or “Vampire.”
Based on Dark’s own experience, he couldn’t accurately distinguish between Blood Slaves, Blood Demons, and Vampires.
He could only make a rough judgment.
“Luckily, there seems to be a chance to fix this.”
Dark carefully observed Ophelia’s reaction, his mind spinning rapidly.
The overall direction of the ritual had not changed.
If Ophelia Brad was “demonized” during the ritual, continuing forward could still give her a chance to return to being human.
This was the nature of the ritual itself.
Before the ritual ended, everything was still in flux.
If Ophelia Brad was already “demonized” before the ritual began, then defeating her here would suffice.
There were two possibilities.
But the action needed was the same.
Just draw the sword.
…
However, before Dark could draw his sword, Ophelia Brad suddenly spoke, “Are you wondering when I ‘awoke’?”
Dark narrowed his eyes.
Ophelia Brad paused, then turned her gaze back to Wit, speaking gently, “Wit, my dear child. Seeing you grow so well, I am very pleased.”
Wit’s fingers trembled, his expression suddenly frozen.
He wanted to say he wasn’t really good, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Ophelia Brad then turned to Ryan Hux, slowly saying, “Professor Hux, I advise you not to act rashly. I don’t want to fight an old man who is disabled.”
Ryan Hux tightened his grip on his cane, his face tensing.
Ophelia Brad chuckled and continued, “The development of events is always so wonderful. Looking back, it feels like everything was destined. Although fate is just a description of the future, it often chokes people so they can’t breathe. When I was in Bastia, I often wondered why the world was so harsh on me?”
Her smile remained gentle, but the atmosphere changed.
As the last member of the Blood Tribe, Ophelia Brad had experienced countless sorrows.
The downfall of the Blood Tribe, the death of her family, being embraced by the Demon King, the hero she loved dying in the final war, and even the growth of her child she couldn’t witness.
As she said, the world was harsh on her, leaving her without the strength to complain.
…
Among those present, the one who knew the most about the Blood Princess was undoubtedly Dark.
But initially, Dark viewed the Blood Princess’s story as just another observer, without much empathy.
Only at this moment, in this special atmosphere, did he suddenly realize and empathize with the Blood Princess’s plight.
He fell silent for a moment, his throat slightly blocked.
…
On the other hand, Wit looked bewildered, not understanding what Ophelia Brad was saying, but subconsciously wanting to clutch his chest.
He too felt short of breath.
For him, tonight’s encounter was filled with absurdity.
He had embarked on a “Hero’s Journey” to eradicate evil, despite the hardships, relying on his own efforts and the help of others to successfully pass through, but encountering his own mother as the final boss at the castle was absurd.
He tried to immerse himself in the joy of finding his mother, trying to forget everything else.
But someone shattered his bubble with a single finger.
His mother’s praise left him unsure how to respond.
He was at a loss.
…
Ophelia Brad sat upright on the throne.
She turned her head to look at everyone in the hall, speaking softly this time.
“The Hero Brett Gold, the God of War Alvaraite Saint Diemond, the Sun Warrior Aurora Montiel Farley…”
As she whispered, the blood flowing through the magic array on one side of the throne suddenly boiled, and the baby in the bottle opened its mouth, crying out for the first time since its rebirth.
“Let the world feel pain!”
Ophelia Brad stepped down from the throne, her demeanor and gaze changing instantly.
Her crimson hair flowed down like a waterfall.
The atmosphere changed dramatically!
…
“Paradise!”
In that instant, Dark discarded all sympathy and concerns, pouring his accumulated mana into “Paradise.”
Held between his index and middle fingers, “Paradise” flashed across his vision like lightning.
The card instantly burst with intense light.
Raging mana surged in all directions, forming a dense network.
Buildings resembling those from fairy tales rose from the ground one after another.
