I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

She unconsciously extracted memories from the void.

This time, Ophelia saw through the divine power of the String Resonance.

"The comet dragon that fell to the ground and transformed into weapons."

That was the comet's demonic dragon.

"A warrior who breaks through all obstacles, is invincible, and defeats all enemies."

That was an invincible war god.

"The passage of time itself transcends the torrent of fate, the gaze of 'passing' itself."

That is an eternal fate.

Her spirit returned to her body, and her vision returned to normal. At this moment, Mingxian had already walked up to her.

Ophelia was now convinced that Mingxian was an existence beyond the Star Lord.

What he held in his hand was not a fragment of divine power, but the power to "make a god a god"—authority.

I have absolutely no way to resist him.

Mingxian's fate was too powerful; with just a wave of his hand, he could crush himself.

Even if you are upstream in the torrent of fate, going with the flow, while the other person is downstream, trying to go against the current.

fate.

That doesn't refer to something predetermined.

At least the definition of Ophelia is different.

For Ophelia, fate refers to an existence that determines the course of things through a greater power.

A weak fate can only belong to it.

It's like everyone in that world can only submit to the star lord who rules the solar system...

The person before her was the best embodiment of "fate" as Ophelia understood it. Even human history, even the long river of time, even the gods who determined the fate of all beings were defeated by the opponent's power.

and so……

One cannot resist the other party.

Because his destiny (power) is so powerful that all living beings on earth are powerless to resist it!

Mingxian suddenly raised his hand and delivered a punch as fierce as a storm, slamming it hard into Ophelia's left cheek.

With a loud bang, the cobra-shaped helmet instantly turned into countless tiny steel fragments, which fell like a meteor shower.

At that moment, her beautiful face was frozen in a mixture of shock and pain.

Immediately following was another heavy punch, this time targeting her lower abdomen. Under the impact, the purple armor shattered into pieces like fragile porcelain.

"puff……"

Ophelia coughed up a mouthful of blood in agony, the crimson liquid slowly spreading across the ground.

His body trembled, every muscle protesting against the relentless torment.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

The voice was full of helplessness and despair.

However, Mingxian did not stop there; instead, he became even more violent, punching and kicking her.

Each heavy blow was accompanied by the cracking of bones and the contortion of muscles, with no pity in his eyes.

"Ah... Ooh..."

Ophelia's sobs rose and fell, accompanied by blood bubbles oozing from the corners of her mouth. She suddenly looked up, staring intently at Mingxian with her bloodshot eyes. Faint veins appeared on her body, and blood surged violently within them.

"Only this person...only you...I cannot obey."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with hatred and resentment.

"Because... I'm jealous of you!"

Ophelia pushed off the ground, channeling all her strength into a powerful punch. Her fist traced a silver arc through the air, whistling through the air with a whooshing sound.

Mingxian retaliated without backing down, his fist slamming into Ophelia's heart like a hammer, producing a dull thud.

Ophelia felt as if her fists had struck a steel plate, utterly powerless.

The miasma was neutralized and vanished without a trace the moment it touched Mingxian's body.

Even physical strength couldn't shake the opponent's rock-solid skull.

boom!

Even the chance to make a sound was taken away; Ophelia was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

The body rolled mercilessly on the ground, each impact accompanied by a dull thud.

In an instant, Ophelia miraculously stood up.

A mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes once again focused with an indomitable light, staring directly at Mingxian like two burning flames, determined to burn everything to ashes in this moment.

Like a sudden storm, Ophelia quickly stood up and rushed towards Mingxian without hesitation. Her fists rained down like raindrops, each swing accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

That was not the sound emanating from Mingxian's rock-solid body, but rather the lament of Ophelia's own snow-white fists struggling in despair.

Amidst the sounds of flesh colliding.

His fists were gradually becoming bloody and mangled, yet he stubbornly continued to swing them.

Bang bang bang!

Mingxian stood firm as a rock, showing no intention of retaliating, simply letting those fists filled with anger and resentment fall again and again.

Everything around him seemed to be still.

Only Ophelia's rapid breathing and the heavy thud of her fists falling remained, intertwining to form the most tragic symphony of the battle.

Finally, when her last bit of strength was exhausted, Ophelia's body slowly collapsed to her knees, her chin resting on Mingxian's shoulder to support her swaying body.

"Challenging God...don't you think...what a stupid battle that is?"

"I feel the same way."

"But...you are so dazzling like this..."

Ophelia's body grew colder, as if she had reached the end. Her eyelids became heavy, and she wanted to close them, but she could only utter these words.

She really envied Mingxian.

Because he had the courage to defy the gods.

She was really jealous of Mingxian.

Because she lacked the courage to defy fate.

At last……

"Thank you so much... for telling me... that it's possible..."

Rebel against fate (the gods).

Ophelia seemed to see the flower again, the only thing she longed for, the one that she could live happily with just one flower.

Life slipped away quickly; she was already dead.

that's it.

Ophelia had only one thought before she died.

Now I finally have the courage to die.

Although it was just borrowed courage...

The girl's dying thoughts turned into the wind and reached his ears.

In the end, Ophelia remained so weak that she could only resist her fate by borrowing the courage of others and by dying.

Mingxian slowly raised his hand and placed it on the back of Ophelia's head.

"You're stupid too."

The spell was woven in an instant; it was—a way of life!

Not a Dragon Rider: Chapter Seventy-Nine - Visiting the Next World

Treatment center.

The treatment center doesn't refer to an ordinary hospital, but rather a healing facility for the Star Pulse Generation equipped with restorative abilities.

Dean Yang is one of the best among them.

"It's incredible..."

Dean Yang studied Ophelia's various physical data and came to a conclusion: "Despite suffering such serious injuries, she can now be lively and energetic. Of course, these are not the most important things. What exactly is this?"

Mingxian calmly said, "That's cursed power."

"Curse power?" Dean Yang looked over.

Mingxian nodded slightly and explained, "Spiritual energy. Qi can be understood as physical matter, while spiritual energy can be understood as spirituality."

“The substance that responds to the thoughts of life is spiritual energy.”

"Wan Ying Su is a kind of spiritual energy."

"From the movement of the stars."

Dean Yang understood instantly, and then asked, "Where does the power of the spell come from?"

Mingxian pointed upwards.

"Higher dimension".

Dean Yang pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Now that you put it that way, it makes sense. It is the 'world of thought,' a world envisioned by countless philosophers and scientists where the spirit takes precedence over the material."

Cursed power is also the source of magic and authority.