Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 292 The Last Lesson

"It seems my time is almost up."

What's meant to happen will happen sooner or later. When the "spirited bodies" in the hall have become unstable, this shortest cycle of inheritance is probably nearing its end.

The masked spirit Lex sat on the stage, looking at the candidates lying on the ground, feeling a mix of emotions, including resentment. To this day, his "daughters" still harbored resentment towards him, and were even closer to his reincarnation than to the real Lex himself.

"This is really terrible." The seemingly young hero was experiencing his own midlife crisis and was deeply troubled by it.

The legendary hero sighed, seemingly somewhat disappointed.

His "candidate disciples," however, looked at each other with shame. They had already tried their best, each one a prodigy, but the problem was that this guy was cheating, and he didn't even pretend to be cheating.

"We will work hard in the future and will certainly live up to your reputation."

Such humiliation is something many privileged individuals have never experienced before.

Some of the disciples gritted their teeth and made promises, even silently vowing, that they would never let such a scene repeat itself.

“Oh,” Lex replied casually, seemingly unconcerned.

This indifference and apathy only fueled the anger of those who cared—anger at themselves and at their own vulnerability.

They are all strong, ruthless people with the heart of a warrior, and they are increasingly aware of this gap, realizing that they seem powerless to inherit this strength.

Since the student himself is unqualified, isn't it only natural for the teacher to be disappointed?

The disciples lowered their heads, feeling increasingly aggrieved by their teacher's tone and expression, which suggested that he no longer cared about them at all.

That attitude of "I wouldn't have chosen you if there wasn't enough time" made them, who were used to praise and commendation, feel really stifled and hurt.

Lies don't hurt people, but the truth really hurts.

The disciples were all ruthless individuals and prodigies, which only strengthened his resolve to be "unqualified."

That guy on the platform, the one who looked completely nonchalant, was just ridiculous.

Perhaps in his eyes, those who are still at the fifth or sixth rank at this age are basically trash. Compared to this monster, compared to this continental hero who transcends eras, probably everyone is trash.

"I will continue to work hard."

"Perhaps I am not good enough to be the successor of the hero."

"Stupid father!"

The seemingly disdainful "young hero" appeared quite dissatisfied with his disciple's aptitude, but only Hela vaguely sensed that this fool had probably lost his mind and didn't even care about his own reputation, let alone his inheritance.

If he were truly attached to the honor and power he possessed in his lifetime, he wouldn't have given away his legacy as a "reward".

If a hero truly cares about his reputation and the legacy of his legacy, he will pass it on to the most suitable person, rather than throwing it out as a prize for his own posthumous benefit.

"That idiot."

Hela sighed. With her keen insight, she could see that this fool actually cared a lot about emotions. To be precise, he wasn't a bad person, but his excessive focus on emotions was actually his weakness and the root of his disastrous life.

Impulsive emotions blind us, causing us to focus excessively on others while neglecting our own stance and sense of propriety.

In Rean's words, he's a born PUA genius, and it's almost inevitable that he'll be exploited to the point of being worthless.

The difference might simply be which bad woman tricked them.

"Forget it, it's not worth getting angry with him."

Hela no longer harbored much resentment towards the guy on stage. Although he was a complete blockhead and idiot, he genuinely loved his family with his own understanding and wholehearted devotion. He probably risked everything to help Rean several times because his two daughters were still alive, not because Rean was his reincarnation.

Reincarnation means dying and being reborn, so it's essentially two different people, at least that's what Lex and Rean think.

It's hard to say what the two girls are thinking.

In this final lesson, Lex did not spend all his time "teaching," even though his teaching was highly efficient, one night was still a limited amount of time.

Just like Suer had done before, he showed the prospective disciples some "short films." The colossal elephant that blotted out the sky, the countless demons, the despair of facing an endless army alone, the heroic act of tearing the sky apart at the corner of heaven, and the fierce and savage killing of the incarnation of a god—all left a very deep impression on the disciples.

Faced with this overly harmonious "continental warrior," the slight slackening and disdain that came with the innate nobility of a great nation and a powerful clan had vanished.

The more noble the candidate's birth, the clearer they understood that the legend of this continental hero was not an exaggerated propaganda by a small country, and that his strength was actually underestimated in comparison to his reputation that had shaken the continent.

This guy has many great achievements, but he's too lazy to even announce them. His strength is so exaggerated that it's completely unreasonable.

The title of "the name of the mainland" given to it by a certain bigwig back then was really not wrong. It was a monster that was enough to suppress the era.

Unfortunately, he reached the pinnacle, but he didn't live up to his reputation and ability by actually achieving anything that would impact the entire world; his life ended before he did.
"Single-minded dedication, the legacy of the brave."

And within those memories, there is naturally the incredible speed at which the hero grows.

His time spent and effort in cultivation were not even comparable to the average level of his disciples.

Their "talent" and "inheritance" were naturally considered important influencing factors.

Most of the disciples were filled with excitement, and their initial hesitation turned into full commitment, as the reward was indeed incredibly tempting.

Some of them had already turned their gaze to Dania. It wouldn't be difficult to find out the story of the continent's hero and his daughter.

"The rumors that Dania isn't the hero's daughter are complete nonsense. Could someone really be so sure she's not his biological daughter?"

The hero did not choose the most suitable successor, but instead used "inheritance" as a prize to exchange for the future of the kingdom and his daughter, which made the invincible hero more human.

"The legacy will surely be mine! My lord, we shall meet again after death."

"This power cannot be given to others."

"If I possessed this power, and this absurd rate of growth, the title of the next King/King of the Knights/Grand Duke would surely be mine."

The desire for power and authority is the central theme of this era, and in an era far removed from peace, this is not a problem at all.

Ambition and a strong desire guided the candidates to the hall of fame.

“I’m already on my way, and I’ll arrive in Radiant City within a month. I will be the sole victor.”

"I'm on my way too, but it will probably take another two months."

"I've arrived at a place that's been incredibly chaotic lately. I've already registered."

It's meaningless for someone to take the lead in declaring that they've started participating in the Hero Selection, because the decision-maker is Rean, not Lex, who is about to leave.

But the strength and unconventional style of the mainland warriors (Hela: ?) still won over these proud young people.

They refused to admit defeat and were dissatisfied with the way the hero Lex looked down on them.

They want to prove that even if they are not capable now, they are capable of shouldering this honor and passing it on in the future.
"Oh, then good luck to you guys."

His answer remained nonchalant, seemingly showing no belief in his disciples' understanding.

If this was a "provocation tactic," it was probably very effective; the disciples all looked dissatisfied, clearly angry.

But words and promises have little meaning for heroic spirits; whether or not they can fulfill their promises depends on what they are required to do.
"So this is what Lord Lex means, huh? Verbal promises are meaningless; I'm waiting for you to do something."

Some people thought they had figured out what Lex was thinking, but in fact, Lex was just trying to organize his thoughts.

"Wait, how should I talk to these two little girls?"

He no longer cared about his legacy and disciples. In his eyes, this thing had already been given away long ago, and it was up to Rean to make the decision.

Ironically, when it comes to saying goodbye to his own loved ones, he always feels he can't come up with the right words or say them properly.
"Alright, alright, that's enough."

The hero seemed unaccustomed to farewells, waving his hand to make the candidates disappear one by one, but some were destined to stay.

(End of this chapter)