Hero? Are You Worthy?

Qin Chu had died!

His body was torn asunder, his soul shattered into countless fragments, drifting to every corner of the Sky Dome Continent, lingering unfaded. His broken soul could still vividly see the scenes unfolding in this world.

In the Holy City, people were reveling.

Within the Imperial Palace, nobles clinked glasses, celebrating that no one could shake their power anymore.

In the Holy City, soldiers were tracking down the few who still dared to speak well of the Hero. A girl in a wheelchair was mercilessly skewered on a spear, her body twitching as she died.

...

A wisp of soul drifted into the highest council chamber.

The mutilated corpse lay before Rose Vesper, her beautiful eyes brimming with madness. This detestable man had finally died—could there be anything more exhilarating?

Hero, you say? Having enjoyed the title of Hero for so long was already your supreme glory. The true Hero is irreplaceable by anyone.

They drained all the fresh blood from the corpse, leaving only a shriveled body.

Even in death, the pieces of the corpse still possessed a terrifying deterrent power.

One could not forget, it was this young man who had single-handedly stormed into the demons' lair, torn apart the Eternal Monarch, Nag, and returned bathed in blood.

He stood boldly with his sword, a line drawn on the ground that millions of demon forces dared not cross, then leapt into the Abyss.

What a heroic figure that was?

Especially those eyes, wide with burning fury and hatred, they inadvertently sent chills down one's spine.

"Scatter his trunk and limbs across the End of the Sky, Sea Corner, Cloud Peak, Heart of the Lake, Tree Roots," Rose Vesper said in a cold voice after a long while.

The End of the Sky and Sea Corner were at the extreme ends of the Sky Dome Continent, Cloud Peak was the highest mountain on the continent and headquarters of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, Heart of the Lake was at the center of Boundary Lake, where the Holy Court's Holy Hall was located, and the Tree was the Tree of Life.

"As for the skull..."

"Suppress it beneath the Holy City."

"Let his skull, for millions of years, forever endure our trampling, the trampling of the myriad people, never to rise again..."

Perhaps, only then could she truly be at peace.

...

A wisp of soul drifted onto the streets.

He saw an auction house distributing flyers. Today's highlight at the auction was a drop of the Hero's blood.

The flyer even detailed the many benefits of the Hero's blood.

Spreading the Hero's blood on a bun to eat was said to keep one strong and healthy, ward off diseases, prevent poisoning, and extend life. Most absurdly, it also purportedly beautified and rejuvenated one's appearance and bolstered virility and kidneys?

...

A wisp of soul drifted to the Sealed Land.

The leaping bonfire illuminated excited faces; rugged men linked arms around the fire, dancing folk dances.

For the soldiers of the Sealed Land, this was a rare good day.

Because today, the Hero had been executed; and for them, their salaries had been raised.

They knew the Hero had fought bravely and was invincible.

But that was in the era of war.

Now, the demons had been sent back home, and peace prevailed.

The Hero therefore wasn't that important anymore.

"Hahaha, that Hero guy finally died... I never liked that kid anyway."

"Exactly, was he the only one fighting demons? Which one of us brothers wasn't forged from the battlefield, and why should all the glory belong to him alone, as if we're nothing?"

"I heard, the Hero's annual welfare was a billion, while our brothers make less than a hundred Mana a year—combined, we don't even make one-tenth of what the Hero did?"

"He stopped the Eternal Disaster? Please, wasn't that his duty? Whom did we summon the Hero for if not to do such deeds?"

"He enjoyed privileges during the Eternal Disaster, sure, but now that the war's over, he still shamelessly occupies that seat, isn't that disgusting?"

"Look at the media outside, always hyping up the Hero, Hero, Hero—our brothers' sacrifices and hardships are completely invisible. Besides, even without the Hero, couldn't we have won the Eternal Disaster?"

"Pah, our Sky Dome Continent is blessed with brilliant people and a sacred land; what Eternal Disaster couldn't we handle ourselves? We don't need some foreign dog from a Different World..."

Money, is always the best way to buy people's hearts.

In the entire camp, not one person spoke half a word in defense of the Hero, no one remembered the blood the Hero had shed for this world.

The raucous noise reigned in the camp, but nobody noticed that the Heavenly Lock, which suppressed the Witch like a giant python and was hundreds of feet long, was breaking.

Qin Chu had known that no matter how strong he was, his life would not extend beyond a hundred years, while the Witch possessed nearly endless life. Fearing that no one could suppress the Witch after his death, he used half his life force to forge the Heavenly Lock, which not only suppressed the Witch but also entangled his own life with her's, ensuring that even if he died, the Witch would not live long.

Under the milky moonlight, the Witch stepped out from the seal.

Silver hair flared behind her in the chilly wind. Her pale cheeks were like fine jade, smooth and delicate. Her striking face with luscious lips and crimson eyes radiated a bewitching charm.

Her perfectly sculpted curves were graceful and enticing.

Her tender, jade foot naturally dangled.

The luxurious yet dark black dress rustled against the cold wind.