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No one expected Garen to say such a thing, and everyone was taken aback. After all, the children were currently in a nightmare state, experiencing the despair brought on by their inner shadows. Shouldn't this be the time to instill in them a firm belief or uplifting words?
Yasthia, Sharg, Dostodoro... The more familiar people were with Garen, the stranger he seemed at this moment.
In the Dark World, the cries of the Novices grew louder. They had thought their mentor would help them escape the shadows, but now despair felt even thicker.
"I'm sorry, I cannot help you walk out of the darkness."
"Life has no bottom; you will eventually encounter even worse things that will bring you greater despair. It cuts into your heart like a blade, and during the bleeding process, salt will be rubbed into your wounds, making it hard for you to face it. This is the cruel nature of the world! But this is also the price that must be paid for growth, a required lesson for every strong soul!"
The sobs of the Newbies paused for a moment, but soon resumed, even more sorrowful than before.
No one had ever told them that the world was like this... If they had known earlier, what would be the meaning of growth?
Garen's voice continued.
"Do you want me to help you?"
The nearly hopeless hearts of the Newbies seemed to grasp at a lifeline as voices began to emerge one after another: "I want... I want..."
"Don't dream."
"The only way to get through this is by relying on yourselves!"
A voice like thunder roared forth.
"The wounds that stop bleeding will scar, leaving marks that can never be erased! The shadows of the past will be imprinted deep in your memory, impossible to forget! But why not face them? When you lift your head and see the brilliant starry sky and the countless beauties of life, why not turn back and look at those wounds? Perhaps they are ugly, perhaps they frighten you, but they are also a part of your body!"
"A foggy morning does not mean a gloomy day; the scars you bear are life's greatest gifts!"
Under the influence of the Fearless Spirit, ripples stirred within the Newbies, deeply moved.
Yet this still could not help them escape their shadows. Whenever they turned to see the darkness, fear and despair would instantly engulf them, sending shivers from the depths of their souls...
"Are you really that afraid?" Garen asked after a long silence.
Before the Newbies could respond affirmatively, they found themselves frozen in an awkward pause.
"Have you truly faced the darkness?"
In confronting the shadows within, fear, despair, and helplessness seem to be entirely natural. Yet before you choose to retreat, have you ever truly faced those shadows?
Have you confronted them?
In this process, did you ever try to struggle against it?
Do you really admit that you've been utterly defeated?
"Are you resigned to this?"
Garen's voice faded away, not because the communication had ended, but because he had finished speaking.
As he had just said, comfort was meaningless. How could one guide others without having experienced the same suffering? Garen did not know how to help the Newbies emerge from their despair; all he could do was help them confront the darkness before them.
"Sir Garen... is this appropriate?" Tutulu said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Garen did not respond, for he too did not know the answer.
"Those parents are already very angry... If something happens, they might vent their anger on you, and that would be troublesome..." Tutulu's face showed concern.
It was easy to understand; human emotions were often blind. If the children died in a nightmare state, those parents would blame the harshness of fate and the unfairness of heaven. However, after Garen's words, they would instinctively place the responsibility on him, believing that he was the one who had caused their children's demise.
"How can someone like him be a mentor?!" a middle-aged man pushed through the guards and shouted angrily. "He doesn't deserve to be a mentor! He will get my child killed!"
"How could he say such things? My God, he hasn't even offered a single word of comfort!"
"Poor child... they must be feeling so hopeless right now..."
Various voices of weeping and cursing erupted, all pointing their accusations at Garen.
Yet in the next moment, silence fell abruptly.
A roar echoed through the Radiant Chains connecting the children!
In a corner of the Dark World.
Lanya climbed up from the ground, his long-standing fear having drained his strength, causing his calves to tremble slightly. Fortunately, he managed to stand up in the end.
He stared at the massive black dragon, words forced out between his clenched teeth.
"You ugly beast..."
"Stay away from me!"
...
...
Tifet paid no attention to the commotion of the crowd, nor did he notice the movements on the Wooden Platform.
He gazed at the raincloud-covered sky, feeling an inexplicable sadness.
Should he confront the darkness? Tifet recalled his past experiences, especially the various tactics used in the imperial capital. Suddenly looking back, he realized he had changed... Since when had he become as cold-blooded as those powerful figures? Since when had he learned to disregard choices regarding life...
Since when had he become the very kind of person he once despised?
Time passed second by second, and slowly, a smile appeared at the corners of Tifet's mouth. It was no longer a cold smirk filled with mockery, but a genuine smile that came from the heart.
He had found himself again.
It was like reclaiming a dream lost in the past.
Suddenly, Tifet's smile froze, replaced by an icy aura of severity!
Following his gaze, one could see in an inconspicuous corner that the Necromancer was busy casting some kind of magic. A faint white light drifted from Gao Fei's corpse, gathering towards him…
Mogao was feeling extremely excited at this moment because he had made a significant discovery. Yes, it wasn't just that unique warrior; these children's souls also possessed something extraordinary!
From the perspective of souls, the strength of their levels was secondary. Only the solidity of the Soul body could help them go further and become stronger!
These children's souls were fascinating. Although they weren't particularly strong, they exhibited an unexpectedly robust nature! For instance, looking at Gao Fei's corpse before him, one could imagine that he must have undergone some form of training in life; his willpower and resilience levels likely surpassed those of adult warriors!
If carefully refined several times, Mogao was confident he could transform him into a formidable Soul, capable of ranking among the top three in his Soul army! Furthermore… he might even surpass that perverse Merchant's Soul!
Just as Mogao was reveling in his thoughts, a figure stepped in front of him.
With a sudden "thud!"
Before Mogao could even see who it was, his head was neatly severed from his body, blood gushing out in a torrent!
The sudden commotion drew a lot of attention, and multiple gasps echoed in the air.
Torexis stared at Tifet's bloodied sword, feeling a heavy thud in his heart. Throughout the years, he had managed to reach this position largely thanks to Mogao's assistance. Without this somewhat eccentric yet powerful Necromancer, he would never have been able to fulfill the tasks entrusted to him by the Baron.
From another perspective, Mogao was the golden goose of Torexis's power play.
"You... you dare!" Torexis was instantly enraged, his face turning red as he shouted. "Do you know who I am? You actually dare to openly murder my subordinate... I will report this to the Baron, and you... you will all be punished!"
In the distance, the Deer Lion Dog trio exchanged knowing glances and shook their heads. Based on their understanding of Tifet, he would never expose his identity over such a trivial matter. Did they really want to face the wrath of a Baron?
The days ahead seemed far from peaceful...
It wasn't just them; Tutulu's face also turned pale. With Torexis's subordinate openly killed in Blackstone, if this news reached the Baron, many would likely be executed, including himself...
Just then, Torexis's voice suddenly fell silent.
Tifet revealed a badge in his hand.
"Baron..."
"What is that?"
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