Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 862 - 168: Hero_2

Every time he asked this question, the mentor would chuckle softly, and his answer was always the same.

Kid, being a hero is not that easy.

Now Solan finally understood completely.

The long-awaited reunion, even if just a vision in his dying moments, made him cherish the scene before him immensely.

"However, I lied to you."

The elder, with his back to Solan, seemed to see through his heart. He faced the calm surface of the lake, watching the ripples when the fishing hook hit the water. The village was utterly silent this night, as if the elder was savoring his final tranquility.

Lied?

Solan propped himself up, gazing at the elder with confusion, yet the elder slowly rose, solemnly walking toward him.

"My identity, and the secret of the hero and the Demon King."

The calloused hand clasped Solan's wrist once again; its familiar touch always reminded him of the time when the elder taught him to wield a sword. But this time, what met his eyes was a silvery light, with Magic Power continuously flowing into his body along with it.

Along with it came flashing scenes before his eyes, as his world began to twist, time seemingly accelerated countless times, allowing Solan to personally experience and witness the feats of those predecessors, taking him back to the very beginning.

It was the event before the first hero grasped the Hero's Sword.

His enemy was no longer the Demon King, but a silvery "sun" that had fallen upon this world.

A kingdom was destroyed by the fallen sun, but from that pure radiance was born terrifying monsters, with human outlines but bodies composed of metal and machinery. Solan vaguely thought of the Golden Fleet the Empire was proud of, and those war weapons the Imperial People called "ancient technology."

His sight followed the first hero as they delved deep into the pure radiance, battling countless mechanical beings emerging from the crater.

At last, they found the source of destruction as they wished.

A sphere of light suspended in the crater.

Under the radiation of that pure radiance, some creatures in the kingdom underwent mutations: their blood turned blue, bones became metal, and what was hidden beneath their skin was no longer muscle tissue, but precise gears.

Only two people witnessed the secret hidden at the deepest part of the destroyed kingdom.

The first hero and a red-haired girl he had never seen before.

Solan heard the conversation from then.

"Scarlet."

This seemed to be the name of the red-haired girl, whose role appeared to be a Hunter, always accompanied by a white dragonling.

"We found it..." The voice of the first hero trembled, yet his raised hands were blocked by the barrier of radiance emanating from the sphere.

"God of Truth."

This was the name the first hero gave the sphere of light.

Thus, the first great adventure came to an end. The first hero and the red-haired girl parted ways, with the white dragonling seemingly carrying Scarlet to another world, while the hero remained on this land, beginning to study and interpret the power within the sphere, ushering in a flourishing era for people.

Later, people rebuilt a new kingdom on this land, and the presence of the "God of Truth" permeated their daily lives.

Such a peaceful and prosperous era continued for hundreds of years until suddenly one day, the dormant "God" opened its eyes.

It had completed its calculations.

The population, faith, and land had reached the most perfect state.

Enough to push the experiment to the next stage.

The first hero sensed the anomaly and immediately rushed to the capital of the Empire.

In the end, he arrived a step too late; by the time he reached the Imperial Capital, the final step of the experiment had already begun.

What greeted him were torn-apart streets, with the entire city scattered like broken building blocks. Amidst the advent of apocalypse, the city was eerily silent; everyone had fallen asleep, their bodies floating in mid-air like the blocks, embracing the arrival of the "New God."

The final step of the experiment was for transformation.

The God of Truth had calculated all the conditions for the transformation, and all the steps were already completed.

This time, the hero failed.

In the face of that overwhelming power, his resistance was feeble and powerless.

His body was incinerated by the searing radiance. As his life approached obliteration, he used Magic Power to preserve a remnant of his consciousness.

To warn his former comrades, to caution the world of the mutations it was experiencing.

That remnant consciousness turned into a bird, flying toward the place where Scarlet once vanished.

However, from the moment the "New God" was born, it had already woven a birdcage. Solan witnessed the bird violently crashing against the "wall of air," causing ripples in a space where nothing should exist, revealing rows of dense numbers and symbols upon impact.

Simultaneously, a foreign concept emerged in Solan's mind.

This was the edge of the world.

The world upon the "New God's" arrival had completely become an isolated island.

Ultimately, the feeble bird fell into a familiar village; the plop of the water caught the attention of an old fisherman, who, after a moment of hesitation, plunged into the water.

A simple man-made dock, loosely arranged houses, with a range of continuous mountains to the west, an isolated place.