Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 72 Who Will Remember You?

The Southern Hero's words are undoubtedly correct.

Even Agushid himself could not refute it.

Because what his disciple said was indeed what he desired.

—Until a way to revive Volamesh is found.

No amount of killing and death could sway Agusid onto the path of defeating the Demon King.

The reason is actually very simple.

Because he might die in battle against the Demon King.

Demons cannot go to "Heaven" after they die.

Although the probability of death was extremely low, Agushid would never take the risk.

He could not accept a future where he would never see Vlamé.

The words of the Southern Hero left Agushi speechless, but not enough to change his mind.

"This is not a reason for you to seek death."

Agushid's face was gloomy as he coldly addressed the idiot in front of him.

His long life allowed him to witness the entire process of the millennium war between humans and demons.

Therefore, he was very clear—

In this racial war that has lasted for thousands of years.

Apart from the Demon King, no one is indispensable.

The war will not stop because of the death of one or two, or even seven or eight, great demons.

It won't end because of a so-called "Hero of the South".

"There's absolutely no need for you to do this."

With a cold snort, Agushid knocked down the blooming flowers beside him, the petals fluttering down like misty rain.

Regarding that foolish disciple's desire to perish together with Shurahart.

All Agushid could do was reprimand him mercilessly.

"Even without you, the Hero of the South..."

He turned his back to his disciples, his black robes fluttering in the wind, but his voice suddenly lowered.

"In the future, other [Eastern Heroes] and [Western Heroes] will emerge to do this—"

Faced with his master's cold rebuke.

The Southern Hero's expression remained calm.

He gently pressed down on the cloak that was being blown up by the wind, and the sunlight shone on his calm, serene face.

From beginning to end, he didn't even frown once.

"Since someone is going to do it, why are you so determined to stop me?"

He calmly asked Agushid, who was surrounded by flowers.

"Because the deaths of other people have nothing to do with me!"

The disciple's question caused Agushid's voice to rise unusually.

He turned around abruptly, his long hair fluttering in the breeze.

"And I would rather see you live a peaceful and unremarkable life, eventually dying quietly in some corner of the world—"

I don't want you to perish on the northern plateau like this, your body never to be found!

boom--

In response to Agushid, his disciples knelt for a long time and refused to rise.

The hero of the South raised his cloak, knelt on one knee, and looked up at his mentor who was anxious for him.

"Teacher, can you answer a question for me?"

His voice was clear and bright, as if he were still that ignorant student.

With Agusid's tacit nod of approval, the Hero of the South slowly voiced his question—

"teacher……"

Even if, as you say, there will always be a [Hero of the East] and a [Hero of the West] to do this in the future.

"But how much longer must we wait?"

The not-so-young hero did not pause; under Agusid's gaze, he continued to ask.

"Teacher, please tell me—"

How much longer must humanity wait?

"How much longer must those people caught in the crossfire wait?"

"So you're going to give up your life for the so-called 'future of humanity'?"

The words of the Southern Hero did not move the most powerful demon who had lived for 1,500 years.

He even received only a cold laugh from his master.

"The world is filled with death and slaughter at all times, and it has never stopped for thousands of years—" "Saving the life in front of you is one thing, but do you really think you can save everyone?"

The idea of ​​saving everyone is a fallacy.

Agushid was fully aware of this.

Because if we really had to rank them, he would be the first hero to challenge the Demon King in order to save lives.

"answer me!"

Agushid's voice echoed for a long time in the flower field in front of the cabin in the woods.

"Why, why do you have to go to this extent?"

The first hero asked this question to his stubborn and foolish disciple.

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"Because I saw someone crying, because the Hero of the South heard it."

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The strongest human hero of the South responded in this way.

His gaze was sharp as he stared intently at the tall figure standing before him.

"They don't care about their own lives, but they care about the lives of others—"

"Teacher, isn't this the way of survival you taught me?"

What I taught you...

The survival skills I'll teach you—

Agushid covered his head, speechless.

He remained silent for a long time before finally looking down at his disobedient, foolish disciple with weary eyes.

"Did I teach you all this just so you could die in vain?"

Agushid's voice was very soft this time.

It was so light that even the Southern Hero could hear the suppressed emotions within it.

"What do you think your death will change?"

Agushid asked in a low voice, seemingly indifferent.

"Do you think you have to be the one to sound the final horn of the thousand-year war between humans and demons?"

"That's exactly right, no one else could do it but me."

The Southern Warrior spoke calmly and without a trace of emotion.

"Teacher, you just said—"

I'd rather see myself live a peaceful and unremarkable life, eventually dying quietly in some corner of the world.

They also didn't want me to perish on the northern plateau, leaving no trace of my remains.

The hero of the South looked up and stared directly into his master's eyes, which were filled with complex emotions.

He shook his head and revealed all his thoughts.

"But teacher... I don't think so."

"An unknown nobody, or a household name?"

"Teacher, what choice do you think I should make between these two paths?"

The answer is obvious.

Agushid didn't even have the mind to answer the question.

Famous throughout the world...

Ha ha……

Agushid raised his eyelids and calmly asked in return:
"Do the dead become famous?"

The Hero of the South did not answer.

Agushid slowly approached, looking down at his disciple's still resolute face.

Do I need to tell you about the brevity and fragility of human life?

"How many years, how many generations, can your so-called fame last?"

The ancient demon bent down and whispered.

When an era turns to dust and is submerged in the long course of history, who will remember your name?

"All the humans who remember your name, and all the great things you have accomplished, will eventually disappear into the long passage of time."

Tell me, a thousand years from now, who will still remember you?

To Agushid's surprise, the foolish disciple in front of him barely thought.

"you."

He lowered his head and answered calmly without the slightest hesitation.

"Teacher, you will still remember me."

(End of this chapter)