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Chapter 143: A Bright Future

“You could relax a bit more. Protecting each other, helping each other, indulging each other—it’s all mutual.”

Roy patted Alice’s head, gently pointing out the key thing the girl had overlooked: “You belong to me, and I belong to you.”

“So, instead of just giving, think about how to ask for something in return~”

What Roy wanted was never one-sided giving, but the happiness they could share together.

Alice was great at many things, but not at being spoiled; she always kept her desires bottled up inside, which led to her feeling wronged.

It was necessary to slowly correct this habit moving forward.

As for a return…

The girl pondered the term but couldn’t come up with much.

After all, just being looked at by her master right now felt like such a blessing…?

“If you really want to talk about returns, there isn’t none.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Um…”

Her fair legs instinctively pressed together, and Alice couldn’t lift her head in shyness: “About last night… can we continue?”

Roy froze for a moment before breaking into a knowing smile as he flipped the sheets aside.

He pinned her beneath him.

“Which ‘that’ are you talking about? If you don’t clarify, I won’t know what to do.”

“It’s… that…”

The iris flower’s dew was already overflowing.

With the final kiss approaching, the girl closed her eyes, unable to suppress her affection any longer: “Alice wants you.”

The morning breeze sprinkled down, petals swirling, accompanied by a pure tune, as the angel performed another dance.

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The next day, the Grand Inauguration Ceremony was held at the White Port Church.

The absence of Simon, the representative from the Eastern Continent, did not affect the grandeur of the ceremony in the slightest.

The people of White Port shouted the name of the Saintess, filled with reverence and longing, presenting flowers and blessings.

Whether it was the beautiful figure bathed in the falling petals of light or the valiant saint who slashed down the cult’s leader with a radiant sword, the pure and holy image of the girl had already firmly lodged itself in their hearts.

Compared to the so-called candidates for saints in the Eastern Continent and the legendary archbishops, the Saintess before them was truly worthy of their faith, deserving of the title of the goddess’s agent.

Under the fervent gazes of thousands, Alice accepted Teresa’s coronation, donning the magnificent holy robe inscribed with divine marks.

Then, under the blessing of the ceremonial magic, Alice’s bloodline powers became active, momentarily taking form.

Holy white feathers rained down, and the crowds beneath them cheered to unprecedented heights.

For centuries, the Western side had been a barbaric land devoid of the Holy Light’s grace, with countless believers trapped in darkness, wandering aimlessly without hope or redemption.

But all of that ended today; a future filled with endless light awaited them.

“Alice is destined to bring us redemption as the Saintess!”

At some point, this slogan spread among the crowd with no opposition whatsoever.

“Long live White Port! Long live the Destined Saintess!”

Under the azure sky, as the angelic embodiment of the Saintess showered down, the people’s cheers surged like waves, echoing on and on.

Behind the spotlight of the Saintess, there was another person enjoying the glory just beneath her.

A young boy in a pure white cloak with black hair.

He cleared the path for the Saintess, won through trials, and blocked the cult leader’s saintly guardian, the pride of the Western Continent, Roy Ainbrad.

Roy himself didn’t care much for fame or glory.

However, when all of it solidified into prestige that hit him squarely, he couldn’t help but smile honestly.

Because it truly offered so much.

【Title】:

【Pride of the Western Continent】: As a representative of the Western Continent, you’ve defeated the most dazzling young generation of the Eastern Continent, gaining acknowledgment and admiration throughout the Western side, truly deserving of the title of pride.

【Reputation】: Reputation Points +5000

【Saintly Guardian】: You’ve accompanied the Saintess during the trials, clearing paths for her and standing in front of her during danger. Your act of saving and protecting through courage and dedication is the essence of true servitude. If Alice is the destined Saintess, you are her destined guardian.

【Reputation】: Reputation Points +10000

Putting aside the title of Pride of the Western Continent, the Saintly Guardian has truly earned a wave of Alice’s fame.

The Saintess’s name resonated throughout the Western Continent, and as her guardian, Roy naturally gained the same attention.

It could be said, the more the followers of the Holy Light revered and admired Alice, the more prestige he would gather—just a step beneath her.

Among the countless believers, just below the Destined Saintess.

Hmm, technically speaking, he could be regarded as a holy figure as well!

Initially, due to the previous issues with the Holy Light Church, Roy found this identity rather strange.

However, just like Teresa said, which side is truly the orthodox Holy Light in the future is still uncertain!

What of the goddess?

She never showed up anyway, what good is she?

Their Saintess is a living embodiment walking the earth, seen and touched; if something really happened, even the goddess would have to step back a bit!

With a long-absent harvest of reputation points, no matter how indifferent Roy was to fame, he couldn’t refuse this joy.

Adding up the previous gains, his current reputation points were close to twenty or thirty thousand, enough for two or three ten-draws.

Yet, the joy was far beyond his imagination.

In addition to reputation points, a number that made disbelief surface popped up on his panel.

【Detected reputation gain, converted to divine power】

【Divinity】: 3%

Divinity?

Reputation can actually be converted into divinity?!

The shock brought by this discovery exceeded even the reputation points themselves.

Compared to extraordinary items obtained through exchanges, bloodline levels are foundational.

High tier, divinity—it’s the ascent of life from bottom to top, unpredictable and hard to come by.

Even Rowlin from eighteen years ago, the pride of that era, and the best of all previous False Kings, stopped here. It wasn’t until borrowing the remnants of the first saintess’s soul that he barely crossed this threshold at the end of his life, catching a glimpse of divinity.

All along, the question of how to reach high tiers had been a distressing conundrum for countless extraordinary beings, but now, he had found a clear strategy, a clear progress bar to monitor!

Reputation symbolizes not just fame, but belief? And only through gathering enough sincere and pure belief can one achieve transformation and transcendence, evolving from the extraordinary to a legend?!

From mortal to extraordinary, from extraordinary to a legend.

Upon looking closely, whether it’s the Dragon King or the True Ancestor, they are deities of their respective races’ beliefs.

While the False King’s blood was isolated, hence needing the power and divinity of others to break through high tiers…

Only at this moment did Roy understand the essence of the False King’s blood.

Roy shared this discovery with Rowlin.

After a moment of silence, she sighed.

“Heh, so I’ve been walking the wrong path all along…”

Advancing in solitude might reach the peak of the extraordinary. But to become a deity requires the bonds of others, the recognition of the world.

All these years, how many predecessors like Rowlin, exhausting their efforts to reach the pinnacle of the extraordinary, yet stop in loneliness?

Thinking about this, Roy also felt a bit of understanding.

Yet at this moment, Rowlin suddenly laughed: “But, looking on the bright side, at least your path is on the right track.”

“Having a little angel with you really makes you a handsome devil!”

“I’ll say, that’s definitely true,” Roy admitted, shamelessly.

Indeed, he no longer needed to tread the same path as his predecessors.

No matter how the road ahead unfolds, there will always be someone by his side.

Bathed in countless praises and respect, carrying an equal weight of responsibility, the golden-haired Saintess slowly turned around. Roy took her hand, walking beside her, stepping down from the platform and towards the unknown.

 

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