The five years living with you were the most peaceful and satisfying years of uncle’s life. After leaving here, don’t run away immediately. Take all the food from home and hide behind the pile of rocks for about ten days, then leave. The organization will not let me go, and you must also be careful in the future. Ah! Yes, you can perform magic, at least at the level of a Junior Magician. If you keep heading west from here, you’ll enter the territory of the Red Charming Clan, where you can find a branch of the Mage Guild. Register yourself as a magician there and wear a large magic robe. They will have a harder time recognizing you. Plus, magicians receive stipends which should be enough for your daily life. When I ran away from the Assassin’s Guild, I left in such a hurry that I couldn’t bring any wealth with me. From now on, you must rely on yourself. Go back to your teacher Goris and practice secretly for a while. Strive to master a few more moves of the ’Sword of Hades’. This will keep you safer when roaming the continent. After my little sister, the person I am most sorry to is the master who raised me. If you get the chance, you might want to visit the Tian Gang Sword Sect. If you come across someone using the same large sword as you, always give way. The red light on Owen’s face gradually faded, and blue blood constantly flowed from his seven orifices. He had completely exhausted his remaining energy and could no longer hold on. He trembled as he said: "Remember ... On ... the ... continent... try... not... to ...engage... with ... three... types... of... people... One ... is ... clergy... Most... clergy... are... too... upright... If... they... discover... the... Sword... of... Hades... on... you... I... don’t... even... know... what... might... happen... Also... avoid... the... Assassin’s... Guild... and... the... Thieves’... Guild... Say... hello... to... your... teacher... Goris... and... apologize... on... my... behalf... I... stole... his... student... for... years, he... must... hate... me... Ah Dai... Goris... isn’t... exactly... bad, but his... reputation... on the... continent... isn’t... very... good, be... careful... with... him, don’t... tell... him... about... the... Sword... of... Hades. Uncle... can’t... hold... on... any... longer, dispel... your... true... energy... Burn... down... this... place... You... must... burn... down... this... place. Throw... the... bodies... outside... in... here then... quickly... leave, you... must... leave... quickly! How... I wish...I could... live...with... you... more! However, Uncle... has... to... leave... now... You... must... take... care... of... yoursel..." With his final word unsaid, Owen, the ’Nether King’ who had dominated the continent for decades died. His face still held a look of concern, as even in death, he still worried about the young man in front of him.

Owen’s hand gradually slipped from Ah Dai’s face. Ah Dai became completely numb, his chest feeling as though it was crushed by a large stone, extremely uncomfortable. He didn’t know how much he had cried, his heart had become completely cold. Only now did he understand how deep his feelings for Owen were. The uncle who cared for him meticulously and imparted all his knowledge to him, had left in such a way.

In June 994 of the Holy Calendar, the King of Assassins who had roamed the continent for decades left with hatred and unwillingness in his heart.

Owen’s body quickly grew cold, the toxicity of the unique holy water was fully exhibiting its power as his body slowly turned deep blue. His face, once handsome, had already started to decay from his seven orifices, showing no signs of life. Ah Dai stood up and wiped the tears from his face. Although he didn’t want to leave Owen’s corpse, his mind was still clear under the stimulation of the icy energy of the Sword of Hades. He knew that what his uncle worried about the most before his death was him. He couldn’t let Owen down. He had to survive. Only by surviving did he have hope of avenging his uncle.

With that thought, Ah Dai ran back to his room, packing the silver ball he had made and a few sets of clothes into a bundle. He also packed up the food from the kitchen. It was only then that he returned to Owen’s side—all done while shedding tears. How could a 17-year-old child bear the departure of the person closest to him?

Under Owen’s corpse, a pool of blue liquid had accumulated. His handsome face, now blue, showed signs of decay due to the poison of the unique holy water. Ah Dai roared, "No——". His uncle was dead, he did not want his corpse to be destroyed by the poison. With great difficulty, he began to chant the spell for Flame Magic, "Fire elements that fill heaven and earth! Please grant me the power to burn. By my name, harnessing your power, appear, scorching flames." As Ah Dai chanted with choked sobs, a deep blue flame appeared in his hand. Ah Dai closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and let the flames sprinkle out, completely engulfing Owen’s corpse. Under the extremely high temperature of the blue flames, in a few moments, Owen’s corpse had turned into a pile of blue ash.