Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 226 Lu Jun: "You may call me God"

Yuan Enhui suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief, shock, confusion, and a trace of immense pain from having her understanding of the world turned upside down.

Grandpa's cold-heartedness... could it be because of this?

To protect the family?

Even protecting the world?

The thought chilled her to the bone.

"Who...who are you?" Her voice was hoarse, filled with an unprecedented weakness and searching.

The blurry figure paused slightly, as if scrutinizing her.

A moment later, he stood with his hands behind his back, and an indescribable, transcendent aura, as if above all things, silently spread out, making the air in the entire room seem heavy and sacred.

"You may call me God."

"God?" Yuan Enhui's pupils shrank sharply.

This answer shocked her more than any guess.

She blurted it out almost spontaneously, with an unconscious association:

"Could it be... that you are... the Sea God Tang San, who ascended to the God Realm 20,000 years ago?"

The blurry figure seemed to sway almost imperceptibly, and the points of light that formed its outline seemed to freeze for a moment.

Within his spiritual sea, Hyotei let out a sneer that was anything but polite.

Lu Jun was speechless.

This is the worst time he's ever been smeared.

Then, the grand, ethereal voice seemed to carry a hint of barely perceptible helplessness:

"You only remember Tang San as the one who ascended to godhood? There's no one else?"

Yuan Enhui was taken aback by the question. After carefully recalling the myths and legends circulating on the mainland, she honestly shook her head:
"...Okay, I don't remember. After all, Lord Tang San is the most famous and has the most detailed records."

Her tone carried a sense of bewildered acceptance.

Lu Jun fell silent again.

As a result, the laughter of Hyotei within the Sea of ​​Spirit grew even louder.

He decided to skip that topic and get back to the main point:

"You don't need to listen to just my side of the story to verify whether what I'm saying is true or not. You can go and confirm it with your grandfather yourself."

“I have no reason to deceive you. And my trip here just happens to be able to resolve the demonic seed planted in your martial soul, and at the same time…” His voice paused slightly, as if dropping a bombshell, “…to restore your father’s cultivation, so that he will no longer be a cripple.”

"what?!"

Yuan Enhui was struck dumb. She sprang to her feet, her body trembling violently with extreme shock and ecstasy. Her voice was distorted, filled with unbelievable joy and hope:

"You...you're telling the truth? You can cure my father? Restore his cultivation?"

The loss of her father was the second greatest pain in her heart after the death of her mother!
"It's true."

A tremendous surprise crashed through Yuan En Ye Hui's defenses like a tsunami.

Her father's recovery was something she never dared to dream of.

But the heavy burden she had carried for years and the experience of working in the dark department quickly brought her back to her senses after her initial euphoria.

There's no such thing as a free lunch, especially not a gift from God.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions, and her eyes regained their clarity as she looked at the blurry figure with scrutiny and vigilance.

"But no matter how I look at you, you don't seem like a god at all. At least I don't think you have any class..."

"What?"

“Because other people’s gods all say strange things, and they’re all riddle-makers, saying things that sound very high-class and sophisticated,” Yuan Enhui said. “You’ve been watching too many dramas, haven’t you?” Lu Jun was even more speechless. “I’m just an unknown little god, why do I need to act so high-class? Besides, not all gods are like that. Some gods are human too, okay?”

"Oh."

Yuan Enhui nodded, somewhat bewildered, and then continued:
"But there is no such thing as a gift without a reason."

"As a high and mighty deity, you are willing to expend your divine power to help a mortal like me, and even promise to restore my father's cultivation... What do you want from us?"

Lu Jun nodded slightly, as if approving of her clear-headedness.

"What I seek will not harm you, but will benefit me."

"To put it simply, I've set my sights on the demonic seed within you."

"What exactly is the Devil Seed? Can you explain it in detail?" Yuan En Ye Hui asked, puzzled.

“It’s not simply a curse or a malignant tumor,” Lu Jun patiently explained. “It’s more like a key, a coordinate, a medium that connects to and opens the entrance to the demon dimension.”

"The arrival of the demon plane is a catastrophe for your plane. But for me..."

"The surging demonic power, or the energy of an entire demon plane, will be a sumptuous dinner."

Yuan Enhui was completely stunned.

This answer... was completely beyond her comprehension.

God...eats demons?

Seeing that Yuan Enhui was in deep shock and thought, Lu Jun did not urge him.

The amount of information he provided was too much, and the impact was too strong; it takes time to digest it.

Finally, Yuan Enhui slowly raised her head, her gaze complex as she looked at the blurry figure. She bit her lower lip and made a decision:
“I…I need time. I need to call my grandfather myself to confirm whether what you said about the Devil Seed and my parents…is true or false.”

This was the only verification method she could think of.

Lu Jun nodded, and the light spots that formed the outline seemed to soften slightly:
"Sure, I have plenty of time," Lu Jun said with an air of detachment that seemed to look down on all living beings. "If needed, simply inject your soul power into the token in your hand."

As soon as the words fell, the countless icy blue dots that made up the blurry figure faded and disappeared silently and quickly, like fireflies scattered by the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the room was empty.

The dim wall lamp still emitted a soft glow, and on the desk, the ice-blue token lay quietly, radiating a faint, cold light.

It was as if the mind-blowing conversation, the terrifying power, and the self-proclaimed god were all just a bizarre dream belonging to Yuan En Ye Hui.

Only Yuan Enhui remained frozen in place, his back drenched in cold sweat, his heart still pounding violently.

She looked down at her slightly trembling hands, then suddenly looked up at the token.

long silence.

She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and walked step by step to the desk.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips hesitant, but in the end, she gripped the cold token tightly.

The strange coolness of the token brought a slight clarity to her chaotic thoughts.

Then, she walked to the bedside and picked up her soul communication device.

My finger swiped across the screen and found the number that she had never contacted since she ran away from home, yet which was deeply etched in my memory.

That was her grandfather, Yuan Enzhentian's private encrypted line.

Her fingers hovered over the dial key, trembling slightly.

Is the truth... right after this phone call?

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and as if making a firm decision, pressed down hard.

(End of this chapter)