Demon Bible

Chapter 203: Soul of History

From this perspective, the death of mortals was perfectly normal.

After all, people died every single moment in this world. Once elevated to a holistic view, the concept of death became diluted.

The same applied to assessing the severity of any situation.

The Fae could often only perceive major events capable of leaving a mark in the Tome of History.

Aside from that, everything else was nothing more than an understated sentence within the historical records.

Before fleeing his family, Zoven had asked Lilian if his actions would lead to any severe consequences.

Yet at that time, Lilian simply brushed it off, casually stating that it would not cause any major issues.

Eager to carve out his own place in the world, Zoven had not thought deeply about it back then.

His mind had been fixated on venturing out and meeting peculiar yet friendly companions.

He had imagined traveling together through this world filled with endless chaos.He envisioned returning to this small Tail Fin Town once he possessed enough strength. Then, armed with unquestionable power and the legendary reputation of having saved the world, he would make Nemus tremble in fear before finally rescuing his grandmother, parents, and sisters.

"Riiiing!" At this moment, Zoven realized the vast chasm between fairy tales and reality. A violent ringing in his ears shattered his thoughts.

He could not even blame Lilian for this; he could only blame himself.

Lilian watched Zoven from the side with a hint of worry and offered words of comfort, "Do not be sad. The death of friends and family is something most heroes must experience."

"This will become the driving force for a hero to move forward. In a few days, you will wake from this agony, gradually pull yourself together, and grow into a true hero."

Like the narrator of a stage play, Lilian understated the turbulent emotional changes tearing through Zoven.

But Zoven could not absorb a single word.

He walked aimlessly down the street, weaving through the crowd as if he were nothing but a passing shadow.

'Why did it turn out like this?'

Zoven could not understand it, yet at the same time, he understood perfectly.

Nemus had warned Zoven right from the start. If their contract was breached due to unilateral issues from his family, Nemus would no longer hold back and would make them pay the price.

Furthermore, Zoven suddenly remembered that before he ran away, his grandmother had sought him out. She had asked about his cultivation progress and imparted some basic knowledge about living in the outside world.

Afterward, she had even told him to focus on his cultivation and not to worry about the family.

These incidents had actually been omens.

His grandmother had long noticed the signs that he wanted to flee.

Then there was his younger sister.

She had also asked him why he had not been playing with her lately, and even wondered if he would never play with her again...

His sister did not know much, but she had also sensed his unusual behavior.

At that time, he seemed to have promised that he would spend plenty of time playing with her later.

All these thoughts, all these words, seemed to have evaporated into nothingness.

For the first time, Zoven hated himself with a burning passion. He had been far too selfish. With so many anomalies and so many glaring issues, why had he never bothered to think about them?

It was not that he had not noticed; he simply refused to dwell on them.

He had instinctively avoided the underlying problems, never allowing anything to interfere with his escape plan.

"Watch out!" Lilian's warning voice rang out, but Zoven was currently deaf to the outside world, completely ignoring her words.

Seeing this, Lilian hastily stretched out her tiny arm, and then...

"Emerge from the Gaps in History, and bestow upon this person courage forged through a thousand trials!" The moment Lilian finished speaking, a phantom silhouette materialized out of thin air and sank straight into Zoven's body.

The very next second, an arrow shot through the air, heading straight for Zoven's leg.

Faced with this sudden attack, the utterly despondent Zoven had his body instantly taken over by pure instinct. A sharp sword was drawn from its sheath, and with a rapid spinning slash, he cleanly intercepted and snapped the arrow in two.

In a fraction of a second, Zoven entered a flawless combat state.

This was precisely Lilian's power.

It was just like how Westbin could channel forest legends into his blade to forge the Forest Treasure Sword.

As the ancestral figure of the Fae Bloodline, Lilian's capabilities were naturally far superior.

She could extract a Hero's History from the past at any time and bestow these historical feats upon individuals connected to her, instantly granting them the corresponding traits and skills.

This was exactly why Lilian dared to claim that Zoven had absolutely no reason to fear ordinary Iron Rank foes.

At this moment, Zoven's body was possessed by a mighty hero, adopting their flawlessly honed combat techniques.

"Trying to run after stealing from us? Stay right there!" The one firing the arrow was a member of the desperado duo.

It was best not to blow this incident out of proportion, so they had temporarily branded Zoven as a common Thief.

Simplifying and redirecting the root of the conflict helped minimize unwanted attention from other parties.

Hidden in the dark, Krew's Demonic Form observed Zoven's struggles from the shadows.

In his hand, a blood-red butterfly frantically flapped its wings, desperate to fly toward Zoven.

However, Krew firmly pinched its true legs, preventing it from taking off.

He calmly analyzed Zoven's situation.

Lord Nemus had planted numerous countermeasures on Zoven, yet the vast majority of them had failed.

Judging by the fact that the boy had failed to leave Tail Fin Town, only a single special seal established through the hands of Angel A remained intact.

Unfortunately, even the sealing arts acquired from the Church were not particularly advanced; they could only be considered average at best.

Under these circumstances, sealing the original abilities was not an issue, but adding more complex functions to the seal was incredibly difficult.

Thus, the seal lacked features like tracking or sensing.

Recklessly trying to add them would only end up destroying the seal's fundamental purpose.

And Zoven was merely a teenager. Just where had he obtained the power to unravel the various layers of control placed upon him?

Krew needed to observe whether there was any external force assisting the boy, or if some bizarre mutation had occurred within Zoven's Fae Bloodline.

Ignorant of all this, Zoven only felt threats looming from multiple directions.

Whipping his slender rapier to the side, he forced back the other half of the charging desperado duo.

Working in tandem, one attacked from afar with arrows, while the other brandished a savage blade, hovering close by like a starving wolf ready to pounce and tear Zoven to pieces.

As the battle dragged on, the surging adrenaline within Zoven's body shifted his physical state, quickly washing away his earlier depression.

In the heat of combat, there was simply no time to dwell on such trivial thoughts.

The blade-wielding fighter lunged forward, seizing the initiative to strike.

As a member of the Opper Merchant Guild, he had followed Lord Nemus ever since stepping out of Finback Village.

Over the past half-year, they had experienced substantial growth.

Their Attribute Value had essentially reached the Peak Limit of the Black Iron Rank, and their combat skills were certainly not weak.

They had weathered countless battles, both big and small, over the years.

He was fully confident in crushing this little brat.

The deadly clash erupted in an instant.