After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

However, when that magical construct called the "Pseudo-Star" was activated...

The gears of fate had already begun to turn slowly.

Everything, everything, could no longer stop it.

A brilliant and scorching star core—

It is a silver-white metal ring that maintains an absolute low temperature with the outside and releases a magical field to restrain the collapsing magic within.

They are clearly two extremes, ice and fire.

However, extremely high temperatures and extremely low temperatures coexist in a remarkably harmonious manner, separated by an invisible field.

"Then, I will live up to your expectations..."

"It's done..."

"A new sun belonging to this world..."

Charles's calm voice slowly rang out.

Immediately afterwards——

Dazzling, captivating...

The scorching sunlight, millions of times brighter than any previous starlight, lamplight, or firelight...

It pierced through the seemingly eternally unchanging dark sky.

The originally dark and oppressive night sky disappeared.

Instead...

It was that bright and clean blue sky.

wilderness......

swamp......

Mountains...

Jianghai...

Aurora City...

The ruins of the white pagoda are now just a desolate wasteland...

The bright and pure sunlight shone to the very edge of the sky, illuminating every dark corner of the entire continent...

This world, shrouded in darkness, has waited for two hundred years—

finally......

Its dawn has arrived.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The World of Light (6k)

The sky was a clear, pure blue, dotted with a few fluffy white clouds.

Every now and then a loud cry would ring out, and a few dark shadows would streak across the azure sky.

It was a bird-like magical beast resembling an owl...

Because their nocturnal racial traits are extremely well-suited to survival in low-light environments, they survived the cataclysm...

In the past, the residents of Aurora City had also occasionally heard such cries.

However, they never had the chance to witness the source of the sound.

People could only rely on the sound and, through misinterpretation, imagine it as the roar of some monster lurking in the shadows.

Only now, for the first time, did countless residents of Aurora City witness the full view of these birds.

Not only were they not as ferocious and terrifying as the monsters they had imagined, but these owl-like night owls even had a somewhat cute and adorable fluffy appearance.

And in the azure sky—

A magnificent, pure white sun hangs high in the sky, gently showering the world with its purest light and heat.

With an aged face and a withered body, Aize was hunched over.

He stood in the library, silently gazing at the azure sky outside the window.

Two streams of murky tears slowly slid down Aize's deeply lined, aged face.

His aura was surging.

Although he was just a frail old man, the magic that emanated from him revealed a hint of the style of that once young, spirited, and almost legendary powerhouse.

From beginning to end, he could hardly believe what he was seeing...

I fear that my longing for that old era is so intense that I am hallucinating.

Isn't that how it's always told in stories?

Before freezing to death, a poor old man lit a match. In the flame, a happy illusion of family reunion appeared, and the old man passed away with a smile on his face.

Isn't this scene before me the very image I've dreamt of countless times in the dead of night?

He pinched his thigh hard, the pain so distinct...

No matter how many times he opened and closed his eyes, the azure sky and the pure white stars hanging high above remained so clear and so dazzling...

"It seems——"

"This isn't a dream..."

The old man let out a soft sigh.

"very nice."

.......

A long silence enveloped Aurora City, which was bathed in sunlight.

After a long silence, the silence that permeated the entire city was broken by a timid, somewhat incredulous voice.

"This is... what the old man told us in his story..."

"Too...too...too..."

The inhabitants of this world have never seen the sun, moon, or stars; they can only imagine such sights through word of mouth.

That is why, when the sun actually appeared, although people had their own guesses, countless people were still hesitant to confirm it.

"This is... the sun!"

A firm voice interrupted the man's stammering conjecture.

Francis emerged from the watchtower.

He glanced around at the residents who had emerged from the buildings and spontaneously gathered in the square.

"Half an hour before."

"From a distant land, His Majesty Sharl, representing the will of arcane magic, for our world..."

"A new sun has been lit."

"This new sun will change its brightness and darkness on a 24-hour cycle, and will also adjust its heat output according to the seasons..."

Francis's expression remained resolute and solemn, like a stubborn rock.

However, his eyes still held an undisguised excitement.

"The hourglass time, the stone wheel calendar, birth regulations, and mandatory firewood service..."

"All of this is a product of that bygone era of calamity without light..."

"From today onwards, everything can be completely abandoned!"

Francis looked down at the residents in the square and made a solemn announcement.

"Fellow citizens of Aurora City—"

"Welcome to—"

"The world of light promised by His Majesty Charles!"

.......

The top of the watchtower.

Heavy footsteps slowly began to sound...

Although his eyes showed signs of weariness, Francis walked steadily into the top floor of the Watchtower.

And in Aurora City outside the Watchtower—

The sun was already setting, and dusk was approaching.

But the excitement and exhilaration of the residents of Aurora City had not yet subsided...

The cheers and shouts of celebration rose in waves, and could still be faintly heard even inside the watchtower.

A newborn sun... signifies a constant era.