Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 184 A World Without Cai'er

What appeared before Yuehui was a black dragon that was over three thousand meters long.

Its entire body was covered with thick, mountain-like black-gold dragon scales, the edges of which flowed with destructive energy like molten metal, gleaming brightly.

On the massive dragon head, the iconic, heaven-defying dragon horn seemed to be forged from black gold divine iron, wrapped with black-gold electric arcs powerful enough to annihilate even gods.

A pair of dragon eyes, now completely molten gold, were like two burning stars, locked onto the moonlight.

"Does Your Majesty believe that manifesting your true form will turn the tide of the battle?" Moonbeam chuckled, the purple-gold destructive power around him still surging endlessly.

"If it were before, no, but now..."

Before Fengxiu's deep dragon roar could even finish, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, an incredibly dazzling and rich dark golden halo emanated from his enormous black dragon body!

This halo did not spread outwards, but rather spread out instantly as if it had a life of its own, covering the void within a radius of tens of kilometers in an instant, forming a huge dark golden domain that enveloped the moonlight and himself!
Moonlight's pupils constricted slightly, and she immediately activated the destructive power within her body in an attempt to isolate this eerie halo.

To his surprise, the dark golden light was neither Feng Xiu's domain nor spiritual power; his destructive power could not isolate it in the slightest!
A gentle halo enveloped him, and an irresistible heaviness suddenly struck him, not affecting his body, but directly impacting his consciousness!

His thoughts seemed to be filled with immense amounts of lead and mercury, becoming incredibly sluggish and heavy.

What shocked him most was that the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, who had used this technique, seemed to be in an even worse situation than him!
The enormous golden dragon's eyes had closed, its massive head was lowered, and the surging dragon emperor's aura around it was rapidly dissipating, as if it had lost all consciousness first!
(This is... a two-way ability?! Even the caster himself cannot be exempt?)
The thought had barely crossed Yuehui's mind, which had become incredibly slow, before he could react, when the heaviness of his consciousness completely swallowed up his last vestiges of clarity.

His vision was swallowed by endless dark gold, and all his senses were completely cut off.

...

"Get up! Isn't today your first day of high school?"

A strange yet subtly familiar voice entered Yuehui's ears, roughly pulling him from his deep sleep.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and his blurry vision gradually focused.

A woman wearing faded pajamas, with messy hair like a bird's nest and dark circles under her eyes, stood by the bed, looking at him impatiently.

"Who are you?" Yuehui mumbled subconsciously, her voice still hoarse from just waking up.

"You brat, are you still half asleep? Don't you even recognize your own mother?"

The woman glared at him, grabbed his ear without hesitation, and twisted it hard, pulling him out of bed.

"Ouch! Mom, be gentle!" The sharp pain in his ear instantly dispelled all sleepiness and woke him up completely.

He covered his reddened ears and looked at the woman in front of him with some surprise. "Besides... shouldn't you still be playing mahjong at Aunt Fei's place at this hour?"

"Hmph, it's all because of you, you brat!" the woman snorted irritably, letting go of her hand and pointing to the door.
"Go wash up now! Breakfast is on the table. Study hard and become successful, don't follow in your good-for-nothing father's footsteps!"

"Uh..." Yuehui opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words. He rubbed his ears and obediently walked towards the narrow bathroom.

The icy water splashed on my face, stimulating my nerves.

As he brushed his teeth, he looked at his still-youthful face in the mirror and felt that something was off.

He paused for a moment when he walked into the living room.

The living room, which I always remembered as being cluttered with miscellaneous items and filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, was now surprisingly clean and tidy.

Although the furniture was still old, it was at least much tidier. On the dining table, there was a convenience store sandwich in a clear plastic package, and next to it was a bottle of energy drink.

Yuehui was not surprised by this.

In his memory, the stove in their kitchen had been deserted for almost ten years. It was a rare occurrence that his mother would remember to buy him breakfast. He picked up the cold sandwich and unscrewed the cap of the beverage bottle.

only……

(I feel like... I've forgotten something very important.)
A vague thought flashed through my mind without warning, bringing a brief sense of emptiness.

But that feeling was fleeting, like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating a ripple before quickly disappearing without leaving a trace.

...

Three years passed in the blink of an eye amidst the heavy workload of high school studies.

Like all students preparing for exams, Yuehui immersed herself in a sea of ​​books and questions, her days so busy that she had almost no time for other thoughts.

Perhaps because his son had entered a crucial high school, the father, who was rarely seen, surprisingly took a sales job.

Although social engagements are still frequent, and I often return home late at night or even in the early hours of the morning reeking of alcohol, at least the family has started to have a stable source of income.

Yuehui no longer needs to go to her neighbor's house every few days to get a meal to supplement her nutrition, as she used to.

My mother went to the card room less and less often.

Occasionally, the aroma of slow-cooked soup will waft out of the kitchen in my house, which has been quiet for many years.

A bowl of steaming chicken soup would often be quietly placed next to the desk piled high with textbooks under the moonlight.

After three years of hard study, Yuehui finally lived up to the long-awaited expectations.

Although he missed out on the top-tier Imperial University, he successfully gained admission to the prestigious Shanghai University's Department of Finance.

The news spread throughout the old community where he grew up and where the neighbors had close ties.

Those who had helped him, more or less, because of his unreliable parents—

Perhaps it was a hot meal, perhaps a tuition fee payment, or perhaps just a caring word from the neighbors, but they spontaneously united to throw him a grand celebration for his college admission.

At the banquet, the elders patted him on the shoulder, their smiles filled with heartfelt joy, as if this child was also a source of pride that they had raised together.

After entering university, Yuehui did not slack off at all.

He was like a sponge that had been parched for a long time and was now receiving rain, eagerly absorbing professional knowledge in the financial field.

Outside of the classroom, the library became his most frequent haunt, where he systematically absorbed the nourishment he needed for the future.

During his four years at university, some sharp-eyed girls noticed this boy who always kept to himself and whose brows held a focus and calmness beyond his years.

His aloofness, so out of place with the bustling atmosphere around him, and the occasional, unfathomable depth in his eyes, created a unique attraction for some.

Bold or shy confessions occur quietly in various forms.

However, Yuehui always politely but firmly declined each offer.

He himself couldn't explain the source of that stubborn refusal.

Rationally, he attributed it to a strong desire to change his own destiny.

Or perhaps it's because...

(End of this chapter)