American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 223 Ian Finds Roundworms in His Food!
"Family! Lend me your light!!!"

The voice was mournful and earnest, yet carried an undeniable persuasive power, echoing in Dark Tiga's ears and on the screens of countless households around the world.

This dark giant, who has experienced 30 million years of rise and fall and witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, is now in a state of mental dormancy, so the one in control is still the Golden Superman.

but.

This doesn't stop people from mentioning light. Yes, it's just that after mentioning light, this body's subconscious instinctive reaction—Ian's "cunning" remarks about deceiving faith—seemed to trigger some special mechanism within Dark Tiga, causing a feeling of inner turmoil to surge within Golden Superman's perception.

Om-!
A faint yet extremely pure tremor, like a dormant volcano about to awaken, violently shook the depths of Dark Tiga's massive energy core!
The dark energy timer on the chest of the Golden Superman even flickered for an extremely brief and uncontrollable moment with a faint but brilliant azure blue light!
just.

This feeling of excitement.

As quickly as it comes, it goes as quickly as it comes.

The next moment, it was suppressed by the abundant dark divine power.

The fleeting thrill just now was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool; it stirred up a ripple, but was quickly swallowed up by the endless darkness.

"Ok?"

Golden Superman—this Superman variant from another universe, named "Golden" because of his absolute power and near-divine appearance—simply sensed something amiss.

He hadn't fully realized that what had almost been triggered was the body's original owner's overpowered "power-up" mechanism, which was practically a bug.

He simply attributed it to the dark body's sensitivity to the concept of "light." As for Golden Superman, he only knew a few bits and pieces about Dark Tiga; perhaps even the Laughing Bat of the Supreme Alliance regarded him as the remnant of a terrifying dark god.

"This body is indeed powerful enough, and using it feels like some kind of force has enveloped my original body, without any sense of controlling someone else's body."

After calming down from this little incident, Golden Superman no longer hesitated.

He controlled Dark Tiga's massive body, a glint of ghostly light flashing in his eyes. The space in front of him rippled and twisted like water, and the powerful dark force tore through the space!
The next moment, Dark Tiga's enormous figure had already traversed space and appeared directly outside Earth's atmosphere, silently hovering in near-Earth orbit.

"Something seems off about the color of the stars here."

The Golden Superman was somewhat astonished by the different starry sky around him, but he was also drawn to the situation on Earth. Like a silent observer from another universe, this distance allowed him to "see" and "hear" everything that was happening on Earth more clearly.

Reflected in Dark Tiga's enormous, deep eyes, as vast as the stars of the universe, was a sight that even this well-traveled Golden Superman found difficult to assess.

The first scene he "saw" was, of course, almost every corner of the earth with a screen.

From giant LED screens on skyscrapers in international metropolises like New York, Tokyo, and Paris to creaking old televisions in small-town grocery stores.

From solar-powered cash registers in the tents of nomadic tribes on the edge of the Sahara Desert, where there is no electricity, to the display screens in the rest rooms of researchers at Antarctic research stations.

All the screens, regardless of brand, model, age, or even whether they were plugged in or not, were simultaneously displaying the same image—in the dark dimension, the enormous figure who called himself "Eny Teken, the God of Light" was "struggling" to resist the "fierce attack" of Darkseid and Trigon.

And with his highly inflammatory voice, he appealed to the world for help.

"Family members! Hang in there! I can feel it! Your light... is faint, but it's so warm!"

"Don't give up! Transmit the hope in your hearts to me as strength!"

"That guy flying around in red underwear can't save you! He can't even save himself right now. Only I, only I, am the only hope for Earth and its unwavering protector!"

……

People of different countries, races, and ages around the world reacted differently, but many were indeed moved by this "tragic" scene that they felt as if they were there.

It can't be called outrageous.

Even those young, handsome actors, the so-called "pigeons," have a bunch of fans who admire their acting skills. Ian's acting skills are far, far better than most of the popular celebrities.

He even added a close-up shot of his handsome face.

They're playing the same old fan-circle celebrity game.

The effect is also very significant.

"Go for it, En-sama! You have to win!" In Tokyo, a high school girl in a sailor uniform clasped her hands tightly to her chest, closed her eyes, and whispered in a tearful voice. She said that as long as En could win, she would be willing to do anything, even go out and engage in compensated dating to help En gain the attention of otaku.

At this time, even the traditional arts of island nations were given a sense of unparalleled nobility.

"Giant! Don't die! I'll give you all my pocket money! I'll give you all the light of my next life... and the life after that!" On a farm in Kansas, a chubby little boy was crying loudly in front of the TV.

In a favela in Rio de Janeiro, a group of children gathered in front of a television with a flickering screen, grimacing and praying along with Ian, who was "spitting blood" on screen.

When it comes to faith...

Children's faith is indeed easier to earn money from.

of course.

The elderly's faith is also relatively easy to obtain.

In a remote mountain village, an old man stared in astonishment at his black-and-white television, which had been idle for a long time with no power and whose antenna had rusted off. Now, not only was the screen lit up, but it was also displaying a high-definition full-color picture, and even emitting a surround sound shout of "Borrow the light!" The old man was so surprised that he almost knelt down.

“A miracle! This must be a miracle! The God of Light! He really is a god!” After saying this, the old man knelt down and worshipped. In fact, the fact that his black and white TV could turn on when it lost power and evolve into a color TV was purely due to technology—Ian had his company conduct a survey of elderly people who liked to buy health products.

These black-and-white televisions were installed door-to-door by his employees. How to put it? This is the cunning of capitalists—knowing which groups' beliefs are easier to exploit.

Of course, Africa did rely on some advanced technology, but their televisions will only display color and dynamic sound effects when Ian is playing.

"Is this a foreign television station? Compared to this god of light, who is more powerful, our country's sun?" This was the first time some residents of a certain country had seen the outside world.

They were amazed.

I'm feeling sentimental.

However, the amount of faith power provided was not much. After all, before Ian, their faith power had been almost entirely absorbed by the only round sun on Earth besides Superman.

In short, anything with a screen around the world, whether it's a Little Genius smartwatch or any other screen, has indeed become a tool for Ian to "pull off a big heist".

The instigator of everything.

It was still howling "miserably" in the dimension.

"Light! I need more light!"

There was an irrepressible joy in his voice, a joy that even his acting skills couldn't conceal.

"..."

Perhaps only Golden Superman knew why the boy couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth. Golden Superman fell silent; he wasn't moved, but shocked.

"What's happening here?"

Golden Superman muttered to himself.

His brows were furrowed.

His enormous eyes, after transforming into Dark Tiga, can clearly see everyone's emotions, like countless tiny points of light converging into a global network of emotions.

Streams of flowing “threads”—extending from the hearts of everyone watching the screen—finally converge at the special dimensional location where Ian resides.

"Is this what the boy's purpose was in playing the victim?"

Golden Superman realized that Ian was "acquiring" something from a human, and he didn't know whether to call it fraud, so he wanted to see how the Superman of this universe would react.

Think of this.

Dark Tiga's large eyes looked towards the ruins where Superman was.

He had expected to see a brutal and tragic battlefield, with heroes fighting valiantly and people fleeing in panic, since he already knew what kind of creatures had invaded Earth.

however.

To the surprise of Golden Superman, what came into his "eyes" was a peaceful and serene scene, one might even say a scene of "peace and tranquility".

In any case, Golden Superman couldn't find any other adjectives to describe the scene he saw. In all his years as a superhero, he had never encountered anything like it.

Amidst the ruins, a small group of people were gathered together, their appearance completely out of place with the surrounding environment and the eerie, dark dimension of every television screen.

The first thing that catches the eye is Batman, Bruce Wayne.

He sat on a relatively intact concrete block, with several semi-transparent light screens floating in front of him. His fingers flew across and clicked on them, his expression focused and calm.

A huge amount of wealth was flowing into him.

It's not just gambling.

The Golden Superman can "hear" subtle, encrypted information streams from satellite communications, seemingly concerning fund flows, odds adjustments, and... shorting the stock of a multinational corporation. Batman is clearly using this crisis to remotely manipulate the market, engaging in an invisible financial battle with global capitalists.

"Ha, give me a pay-to-win suit of armor? The money I make from pay-to-win isn't even as much as I earn. That's how young people are; they have no idea what a real exorbitant demand is." Batman's lips curled into a mocking expression, the target of which was, of course, Ian, who was currently "fighting a bloody battle."

Ian robbed him of his money.

What he plundered was the capitalists' productive capacity.

Not far away, the cyborg Victor Stone was holding a paper lunchbox with the "Lightning Express" logo on it, using his mechanical hand to hold a disposable fork and savoring the food inside.

"Hmm... this Soviet-style borscht with black bread tastes really good. The $3.9 combo meal is great value for money, and it tastes just like the one my great-grandmother described to me back then."

"Authentic!"

Cyborg showed no signs of being in the midst of a cosmic crisis.

Even more outrageous, next to a small ditch created by the aftershocks of the battle, the water was murky and some debris was floating in it, but that didn't stop the Amazonian princess Diana Prince from using her magical lasso of truth to compete with the sea lord Arthur Curry in fishing out the trash in the ditch.

"The Lasso of Truth can bind all truth, and naturally it can also 'fish' out the 'truth' underwater. The price I need to pay is nothing more than praising that brat." Wonder Woman seemed to be conducting some kind of philosophical discussion and practical test. Perhaps she was almost completely tamed by Ian's modified Lasso of Truth.

"Your Lasso of Truth can even sort trash? Damn it! My Trident... why doesn't it move by itself?" Aquaman even started to openly envy Wonder Woman.

Perhaps Wonder Woman is a live-streaming e-commerce host that Ian overlooked.

Surrounding this circle of leisurely heroes, a figure in a blue bodysuit and red cape stands out—it is none other than Clark Kent, the Superman of this universe.

Instead of participating in his companions' "leisure activities," he was holding an old-fashioned, rather professional-looking news camera, taking pictures of the dark dimensions projected onto the ruins and the sky.

The invincible Superman has a Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear, and seems to be talking to someone.

“Yes, Perry, I’m on the scene right now! The situation is very… uh, complicated! But I have some firsthand material! Yes, absolutely exclusive!”

His tone carried the rambling of a reporter, and a hint of... barely perceptible guilt?

"What?! You're saying... it doesn't matter whether we shoot footage or not today?! Why?!... What?! Our boss has already sold the newspaper???"

Sudden.

Superman's voice suddenly rose, tinged with surprise, and he even stopped clearing a section of the collapsed wall with his hand, his whole body stiffening as if frozen by kryptonite.

"Damn it! Who did you sell the newspaper to???" Superman seemed to have heard a bolt from the blue, his expression quickly shifting from astonishment to disbelief and a hint of panic.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be explaining something.

But Superman could no longer hear him. He stood there blankly, still holding his precious camera, his red cape swaying gently in the breeze.

At this moment, Darkseid, the Trinity, and the cosmic crisis all seemed to be overshadowed by this sudden and devastating news concerning one's career and emotional well-being.

"Am I really going to film Pluto?" Superman covered his forehead, feeling dizzy. He remembered that Ian had written similar dreams in his childhood diary.

And as family members.

The old father knew very well that Ian kept a diary, and that he was truly planning to write it.

"No, what's going on with these superheroes?" Ian's father wasn't the only one speechless; the golden Superman in space was also speechless.

Dark Tiga's enormous eyes clearly reflected this bizarre and unparalleled scene in the ruins below.

Batman orchestrates everything, Cyborg eats takeout, Wonder Woman and Aquaman fish with the Lasso of Truth, and Superman is petrified because his newspaper was sold.

Golden Superman found it difficult to comment on this and fell into a longer and deeper silence.

He even began to wonder if he had accidentally fallen into a very niche, cult-like parallel universe while traveling through space.

no way.

Golden Superman couldn't help but have doubts.

Let's set aside the fact that the surrounding starry sky looks very strange and doesn't conform to the distribution of the solar system.

Just take Superman on Earth as an example.

Is this guy really from the world where he had fought his counterpart before, a superhuman who, despite having different ideologies, possessed a strong will and great power?
Golden Superman felt that his understanding was being challenged like never before.

It's hard to accept all of this.

"It's all because of that person..."

Golden Superman, controlling Dark Tiga's vision, pierced the barrier between reality and dimensions, projecting it into a world unseen by ordinary people—the Dark Dimension where Ian, Darkseid, and Trigon resided. The scene within that dimension was even more vivid than what was displayed on the external live stream screen.

Ian's massive, planet-devouring avatar, composed of stardust and dark matter, lay sprawled aimlessly on the void of the dark dimension.

He even stuck out his butt, his steel buttocks undaunted by any breakthroughs. Darkseid, who had just tried to sneak up on him through his buttocks, was left with a psychological trauma from his fart.

Now we dare not forget this direction at all.

"Boom! Boom!"

The two villains continued their relentless attack.

Darkseid's punches and kicks, imbued with the Omega effect, and the occasional chaotic magical whips that Sangu Mako would throw at him from the side, rained down on Ian's seemingly bent back.

The commotion was immense. A deep, rumbling sound was heard.

[Absorbing the eroding energy of high-dimensional rules, the Entropy Annihilation Lord's experience points +25000!]

[Absorbed the magic power of the chaotic dimension, Entropy Annihilation Lord experience points +18000!]

[Improved physical adaptability! Slightly increased resistance to rule-based attacks!]

"Ah! Stop hitting me! Please! Stop hitting me!" Ian cried out in unbearable agony, his voice choked with tears, in sync with the rhythm of the attacks.

"If you hit me again... if you hit me again I'm going to die! I really am going to die! I'll die right here!" Ian looked exactly like a pitiful victim of school bullying who was powerless to fight back.

The pitiful pleas for mercy.

It won't spread to every corner of the world through his ubiquitous "live streaming" technology; it's just an inspirational Easter egg from Ian for Trigon and Darkseid.

Others can't see it.

Only Dark Tiga's gaze could detect it.

The moment Ian's plea for mercy fell, without even a moment's pause for breath, his voice suddenly changed with an incredibly smooth tone!
The previous sobbing and weakness vanished instantly, replaced by a deep tone filled with "resoluteness" and "belief." He raised his massive head and spoke in a deep voice towards the empty space ahead, as if undergoing some crucial transformation, undoubtedly deceiving countless kind-hearted people into shedding tears and offering prayers.

"It's quick...it's quick!"

His voice carried a suppressed excitement:
"I feel it! I feel an unprecedented power surging through my body! It's my family! It's your prayers and blessings that are working!"

"Let's keep going! The dawn of victory is just ahead!"

"Give me a little red heart... cough cough! No! I mean, a prayer and a blessing! Give me a little more! Don't stop!"

This is the kind of content meant for Earth audiences; Ian McKellen understands montage perfectly. His seamless switching between two personas is the quintessential trinity of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Ok.

At least that's how Ian explained the Trinity.

Of course, his undisguised performance, and the uncontrollable grin from his surging magic and experience points, made the two evil giants who attacked him feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

This is no longer just a matter of underestimating someone!

They're being used as background figures for a performance!
And it's the kind of work where there's no payment!
"Enough!" Sangu Demon was the first to stop. His huge demonic face was twisted with rage, and his six fiery eyes were fixed on Ian, who was still lying on the ground "acting".

He turned to Darkseid, panting heavily. Although demons don't necessarily need to breathe, it expressed his emotions: "I think this guy is just messing with us!"

"He doesn't hide it at all! He doesn't hide it at all!" San Gongmo was truly impressed. As the Lord of Hell, he had never used such tricks to humiliate others.

For a moment, even the Demon King Sangu couldn't tell which one was the beast that crawled out of hell—yes, he even cursed himself; this was the Demon King Sangu in a fit of rage.

Hearing the frustrated roar of the Three Palace Demon, Darkseid did not speak or give any response, but his rock-like face had already turned ashen.

Darkseid certainly felt the humiliation.

The killing intent in his eyes, burning with the Omega effect, was almost tangible. Even though he seemed to be toying with him, he didn't stop; instead, he frantically channeled his power even more.

[Absorbing the eroding energy of high-dimensional rules, the Entropy Annihilation Lord's experience points +33000!]

The power of the new dark god crashed down on Ian like a raging torrent.

The results are outstanding.

【Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv18 [13221/1317120]】

Strength: 1573-1701

[Physical fitness: 1841-1999]

Intelligence: 88.9-89.2

[Spirit: 642-667]

Darkseid is really fierce. This is the second time he has leveled up Ian. He deserves the experience bonus. Even the Three Palaces Demon can't even do half of Darkseid's output.

"Boom! Boom!"

Darkseid, as always, is making a big splash.

Seeing that Darkseid didn't respond and only attacked silently, Sangumo couldn't help but curse, "Hmph! We're all equally matched, why are you pretending to be so aloof?"

He had figured it out: the enemy they were facing was completely different from the superheroes; it was a tough nut to crack, impossible to kill, and would only get excited if they insulted it.

Furthermore, having come to her senses, the Sangu Demon could clearly analyze that the other party was probably not only devouring their energy, but also using their image and behavior to steal human faith!
The main strategy is to profit from both ends!

"do not fight!"

Realizing this, Sangokuma simply stopped wasting his energy. His enormous demonic body plopped down on the dark dimensional ground, his six arms crossed over his chest, adopting a spectator-like and nonchalant attitude, coldly watching Darkseid unleash his furious attacks alone.

Since he's not manifesting in his true form, the worst that can happen is he loses a significant amount of power. Attacking is just accumulating benefits for others; why would a demon who only likes to harm others for his own benefit risk his life?
Sangu Demon gave up completely.

All the pressure fell on Dexter's side. When Ian saw that the Three Palace Demons had stopped fighting, he immediately panicked. Losing an experience point was a huge problem!

Won't the upgrade speed slow down?

"Hey! You red-haired devil! How could you give up?!"

Ian's voice was full of "regret" and "encouragement." He immediately switched to a tone of earnest advice and began to "preach" to the slacking Sangu Demon.

They were trying to give the Demon King a shot of adrenaline.

"Failure is the mother of success! Setbacks are the ladder to progress! Look at me, although I've been badly beaten now, I've never given up hope! Because I have light in my heart! Because I have the support of my family!"

"Stand up! Fight! Let your anger become power! Let your evil... shine with a different kind of light! Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

"Even if you and Darkseid join forces, you might still be able to defeat my Light!" Ian's motivational speech, reminiscent of a self-help guru, made Sangokuma's lips twitch.

Sangu Mako is no ordinary little devil.

How could I possibly be infected by such clumsy inspirational quotes?

He simply closed his eyes, tilted his massive demonic head to the side, and played dead, choosing to avoid the commotion. No matter how eloquently Ian spoke, he didn't budge an inch.

This guy really had no intention of giving Ian any experience points. Only Darkseid, who was arguably more promising, continued his relentless attacks.

His pride and his anger wouldn't allow him to give up like Sangumo. He firmly believed that every defensive and absorptive ability had its limits and its price!

"Roar--!!!"

Darkseid let out a roar that shook the dimensions, unleashing even more terrifying dark energy around him, pushing the Omega Effect to its limit.

It even began to subtly influence the rules of this dark dimension itself.

"I refuse to believe it! You can't stay in this state forever!" he roared, as if he were about to unleash his full power again, giving it his all to break through Ian's infuriating defense!

And just as Darkseid's desperate offensive reached its climax—Ian, who had been screaming and acting exaggeratedly on the ground, showed genuine, unpretentious panic for the first time! This panic was different from the fear he had previously feigned!

It was more like a complete loss of composure!

"As expected! I guessed right! His absorption ability is not unlimited! He's nearing his limit! This panic of having the Queen exposed by me... he can't fake it at all!"

Darkseid, who had been keeping a close eye on Ian, keenly caught this subtle shift in emotion!

He sneered inwardly!
Darkseid seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, and his attacks became even more ferocious, ready to drag the guy who humiliated him into the moment of destruction when his invincible form collapsed!

Darkseid's idea was certainly wonderful, but Ian's next words made Darkseid's sneer freeze instantly.

My brain even experienced a brief period of malfunction.

"No! Where is my magic?! Where is my faith?! Where is my light?!" Ian's voice was filled with shock and anxiety, as if a large sum of money had vanished from his account!
"How come the faith I just had my family members renew has suddenly diminished so much?! It was flowing like an endless ocean just a moment ago! Now it's just gathering like a small stream!"

Ian was genuinely terrified.

His words were completely unexpected by Darkseid, and their content was utterly incomprehensible to Darkseid! What magic? What faith? What light? What nonsense is this guy spouting? Under the astonished gazes of Darkseid and the Three Palaces Demon, Ian, who had been lying on the ground "on the verge of death," suddenly leaped to his feet!

His massive body stood upright.

Her face turned red with anger.

"Was it you! Was it you who wiped out all my beloved Earthlings!" Ian wanted to accuse Darkseid, but then he remembered that he had already swallowed the Earth and protected it.

"Okay, it wasn't you... but who is it, which damned rat?! Stealing my light?!" Ian was now truly enraged.

He looked around.

However, they did not find any person who had made the move in secret.

at the same time.

Above Earth, in near-Earth orbit in an unknown place, the Golden Superman who controlled Dark Tiga's body was also in a state of great astonishment.

"what happened?"

He suddenly raised Dark Tiga's enormous arm, and the arm, which was originally covered in deep black, was now uncontrollably emitting a soft and pure light!

This light was not his own power, but rather... some kind of external energy containing faith and prayer, which was being forcibly intercepted and absorbed by this body!
The body's DNA has truly come alive! It's boiling over!
The once dense darkness, which seemed capable of devouring everything, is receding like a tide, replaced by an increasingly intense golden light!
Vibrant colors are climbing up Dark Tiga's body!
The forces of darkness are moving toward the light!

Golden Superman's will fluctuated violently. He tried to investigate what had happened to his body and attempted to exit the "transformation," but he found that he couldn't do so at all while his body was changing. The influx of light seemed to have triggered some deeper mechanism in this body that even he, the pilot, had not been aware of.

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a gentle, ancient voice, yet carrying an indescribable weariness, resounded directly from the depths of his consciousness.

"Was it you... who awakened me? The pure and kind person whose heart had been silently tainted by darkness."

The voice asked softly.

It seemed to come from a distant time and space.

"Damn it! Another will! Who are you?!" Alarm bells rang in Golden Superman's mind, and his spirit was instantly on high alert! Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

The original will of this body has actually been revived! Is it because the power from outer space given to me by the Batman Who Laughs contains an unknown trap?
Or perhaps the laughter was intentional!

The thought that the mad and chaotic Dark Knight might have had this trick up his sleeve is unbearable.

Golden Superman felt a chill. The voice in his mind seemed to sense his tension and hostility, its tone remaining calm and even carrying a hint of reassurance.

"No need to be nervous...unfamiliar will."

“I was already gone… I was dead beyond dead. My remains returned to nothingness, my consciousness scattered among the stars.”

"But... by chance, I seemed to hear someone repeatedly chanting the word 'light'... It was this obsession that ignited me and brought me back to reality."

The voice explained the situation.

but.

This explanation is worse than no explanation at all.

Golden Superman.

"???"

He was completely confused.

How could he not be dumbfounded? Golden Superman thought he was the epitome of super hearing, possessing the ultimate super hearing ability, yet he still couldn't imagine why a creature could still hear after death? And, he was resurrected just because he heard people discussing light? Are you sure you're not trying to fool me like a three-year-old?!

Golden Superman's caution and suspicion deepened even further.

Just as Golden Superman was confused by this absurd "awakening" method, trying to sort out his thoughts and communicate with the self-proclaimed "dead" being in his mind.

Within the Dark Dimension, another upheaval has occurred!

Ian, who was furious and searching for the "light thief," suddenly clutched his slightly glowing abdomen, his face, which was much larger than the largest star, filled with terror.

"Is your energy unclean?! This feeling... this feeling... it's like I've eaten roundworms!" He gagged.

He began to hurl insults at Darkseid and Trinity, who had temporarily stopped fighting.

Darkseid: "..."

San Gongmo: "..."

The two evil giants, seeing Ian's expression—as if he had truly eaten something bad and was becoming suspicious—once again fell into deep silence and were speechless.

They began to have serious doubts.

The other person doesn't live in the same dimension as me.

While Ian was clutching his stomach, cursing and grumbling, he was also checking his internal organs to see if he really had worms in his stomach, in addition to his hands.

A cold, mechanical notification sound, audible only to him, rang clearly deep within his consciousness.

【Mission Name: Reversal of Light and Darkness - A New Chapter of Stealing Fire】

[Mission Requirements: You need to find the 'Primordial Dark Core' of the rebellious light in the deepest abyss. Do not use force or reason to subdue it, but guide its inner paradox with your true capacity to completely reverse its dark nature and reshape it into a torch of pure light, so that the 'Shadow of the End' can rekindle the 'Radiance of the Beginning'.]

You will thus ignite the beginning of a new era.

[Job change quest completed!]

[New class - Lord of Embers has been unlocked!]

(End of this chapter)