In the carriage sat a person, his head adorned with a golden, translucent heaven-reaching crown, a large halo of sunlight on his back. The robe he wore was imprinted with the sun, moon, and stars, reflecting all the heavens and slowly rotating as if encompassing the entire universe with just one glance... It made Riberi Garcia dizzy and unable to stand...
"Gululu..." The sun chariot rolled by, accompanied by the overflowing golden light. Its wings spread like clouds hanging from the sky, and the large, three-legged golden bird let out a bright and majestic cry,
The person's face on the sun chariot was obscured by a misty, blending solar glow, making it hard to see clearly. He merely turned his head and gave Riberi Garcia a light glance... Riberi Garcia's knees went weak, and "poof~" a few streams of blood sprayed from his mouth, nose, and ears, and he fell straight down like a sheet of thin paper...
"You..." The man looked at Roy in terror, and as his hand drooped, the three poker cards that Roy had casually picked scattered, like cherry blossoms, wrapped with the remaining Nen, covering him...
In that instant, Riberi Garcia felt his body was light, so light that he couldn't feel its weight, so light that he floated up, until he looked down and saw himself clearly lying on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, yet his soul was unknowingly... flying!
A little dazed...
So, 'Am I dead?'
"Not yet, but... soon..." Roy observed Riberi Garcia suddenly spitting blood, suddenly falling, and then starting to convulse, with his soul beginning to separate... In thought, he felt the causal connection between himself and the other growing rapidly, he remained silent.
As expected, the words of shamans from ancient times are not to be trusted; they claim there's no risk... If this guy really dies because of him, then as the passive cause of his death, he would inevitably bear the weight of his death, the rivalry with the church for credit, and the envy and resentment of the nobles behind the Garcia family...
However,
How could a discarded citizen dare to kill a noble lord?
This is challenging authority, humiliating the church, and angering the gods!
Absolutely unforgivable!
Even if this so-called noble lord is also a "blasphemer" who betrayed his class and committed grave sins!
"Hohoho... Hahaha..."
"It's good to be dead... It's good to be dead..." Riberi Garcia, after a few seconds of bewilderment, began to laugh wildly, even though laughing was difficult, and blood even trickled from his eyes as he laughed. His soul floated faster and faster, yet he didn't mind, only feeling... comforted, relieved... as if liberated...
"Cough... Cough... The divination five days ago told me... there is hope here... now,"
Riberi Garcia, holding onto his last breath, widened his bleeding eyes, staring intently at Roy and said: "You... are the variable... you are..."
"Hunched~" The man made a hoarse sound, and before he could finish speaking, his head tilted, and he fell into a pool of blood...
"Woosh~" A gust of wind blew by, and Riberi Garcia's soul, as if receiving a signal, quickly ascended to the heavens,
In the vast, towering forest, only Roy remained, looking down at him, speechless.
What is "risk," and what is "reward"? In the world of "Nenryoku," without enough "information," one ultimately should not act recklessly...
The youth's long silver hair, which reached his waist, swayed in the wind as he pondered, followed by extending a hand, layered with gentle Nen, opening it towards the sky... [Magnetic Force · Adhesion]...
"Buzz~" Just as Riberi Garcia was about to dissipate and vanish, he suddenly paused, feeling his body grow heavy. In the blink of an eye, with a "whoosh~," he fell back, pulled back by Roy's large hand, condensed with "Nen," forcibly pressed back into his body!
"Buzz~" Another invisible hum resounded as the soul trembled and merged with the flesh. Riberi Garcia finally felt his body, slowly opened his bleeding eyes, and asked Roy laboriously: "Why did you save me?"
The young man glanced at him calmly: "I'd advise you not to speak again."
[Sumeru Mustard Seed] emerged,
Roy's hand glimmered with a dark light, gently brushed against Riberi Garcia, and with the dark light boiling, suddenly split open a seam. In Riberi Garcia's horrified gaze, it roared, "Open wide and swallowed" him whole...
Before vanishing, the man barely heard the youth say quietly: "Sleep well, and when you wake up, even if you seek out a rock to end yourself, I won't care. Just... don't die by my hand..."
"Why?"
"No reason," Roy abruptly retracted his palm, sewing up the spatial rift: "I just don't like owing people anything..."
"Is that so... You truly are different from other gods..." sighed Riberi Garcia's final words echoing in Roy's mind.
The young man put away [Sumeru Mustard Seed], standing silently for a moment, mocking himself: "Gods aren't that weak,"
"So weak that they can't even expel a small Curse..."
As he resumed walking, Roy approached Old Mark and Lady Nora, whose bodies were half-eaten, leaving just half a skeleton. Along the way, he manifested a few yellow chrysanthemums plucked from his garden and gently placed them in front of the two.
"Chrysanthemums from my home, not 'dirty,' please don't disdain them."
"As for your granddaughter," Roy flipped his hand and, from [Sumeru Mustard Seed], retrieved a leather wine flask, burying it along with Old Mark's and Lady Nora's remains, taking a deep breath: "I brought it for you as well..."
"May you find bliss in the afterlife, and in your next life, suffer less sorrow..."
"Thank you..." As if a gentle voice echoed in his heart,
Roy was slightly startled, placing a hand on his chest, and looked up, dimly seeing a family of three, the elderly on either side, holding the girl's hand... bowing to him, and hearing them say: "In the next life, we won't be humans again."