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"This may be a side effect of resonating with ancient myths."

Yin Chen calmly gave his assessment, carefully observing Chen Guan's physical condition.

"Your spirit is connected to the vast emotions of the ancient times, and now it has been forcibly severed. This will put a great burden on your body. You should be fine after a rest."

These words provided a reasonable explanation for everyone and eased the tense atmosphere slightly.

"That's great. It seems the effects of the bloodline resonance are gradually fading."

Su Yuehe let out a long sigh of relief, and a look of relief finally appeared on her tense face.

"I was worried that you would be troubled by that emotion forever."

In her view, Chen Guan's ability to break free from that heavy historical sentiment meant that his will as Chen Guan himself had triumphed over the imprint from his bloodline ancestors.

This is undoubtedly a very good thing.

"Even if you are a descendant of the king, you don't have to carry the hatred of your ancestors forever."

There was no longer any envy in Yin Chen's tone.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

The title of king is both an honor and a burden; it is a terrible curse that has spanned the long river of history, cursing future generations for thousands of years.

That's not cool at all.

"Being able to sever ties with this heavy history is perhaps a kind of good fortune for him."

Long Ao, who had been standing silently at the back of the group, finally spoke up when he heard this.

"The past is the past; what matters is the present."

He fixed his gaze on Chen Guan, his eyes conveying a clear message: no matter your identity, you are now our comrade.

An Changqing nodded in agreement.

They are such a loving team.

"That's right!"

Hong Yuan slammed the axe handle heavily on the stone slab, the dull thud attracting Chen Guan's attention. She triumphantly shook her slightly sore wrist.

"Forget about kings or anything like that, it's exhausting to even hear about. Just be the same Chen Guan who can fight."

Though the words may be rough, the sentiment is sound; Hong Yuan's statement directly expressed the feelings of most people present.

Grand narratives about ancient civilizations and divine betrayal have long since taken a back seat in the face of the genuine safety of their companions.

The curiosity in Su Yuehe's eyes gradually faded, and a gentle concern appeared in her eyes.

"That's right. Bloodline may determine your starting point, but it can't define your entirety."

Looking at Chen Guan's pale face, she was genuinely happy that her companion had broken free from the shackles of historical emotions.

"Your ability to break free from the shackles of that emotion proves that your will is far stronger than that heavy history."

"It seems we don't need to prepare psychological counseling for you."

Yin Chen stood to the side with his arms crossed, his tone regaining some of his usual composure and teasing.

"I thought I was going to witness the birth of a last monarch, that would be so dramatic."

Yin Chen admired the resilience of the person who recovered so quickly from that level of ancient spiritual shock; he himself might not have been able to do it.

However, this was Chen Guan, the man also known as Miracle, so it didn't seem particularly surprising to Yin Chen, who was already used to it.

Even if Chen Guan were to perform an ascension to godhood right now, Yin Chen probably wouldn't find it particularly outrageous.

Faced with various words of comfort from his teammates, Chen Guan simply stood quietly and listened.

His pale face showed little expression; the immense grief he had felt earlier had been completely concealed.

He did not speak to correct any detail in what the crowd was saying.

The speculation about the king's descendants and the bloodline of the traitors sounds logically sound and interconnected, perfectly explaining all the abnormal phenomena that have occurred in this underground ruin.

But only Chen Guan himself knew that the deep-seated sorrow stemmed from that ancient existence that was sacrificed and worshipped, and then completely erased.

He had no connection with the rebellious king; he carried the spirit of the god abandoned by the king.

The thought flashed through his mind, but he forcibly suppressed it into the deepest recesses of his heart.

It is far too early to investigate the truth now; voicing this speculation would only cause unforeseen chaos.

He calmly focused his mind and mentally summoned his system panel.

A pale blue stream of data silently glides across the front of the retina.

Name: Chen Guan

【identity:? ? ? 】

[Special Abilities: Life-based - Resilience, Mental-based - Illusionist, Mythological-based - Echo (Rage, Storm, Regret)]

Special Skills: Martial Arts (Purple), Scythe Mastery (Gold), Breath Concealment (Purple), Universal Visualization (Gold)

【property:】

【Strength: 34】

[Stamina: 32]

[Agility: 23]

【Intelligence: 40】

【Spirit: 65】

Aside from the sudden surge in intelligence, what Chen Guan should pay attention to is the lingering regret following the echo, and the question mark surrounding his identity.

First, let's talk about the former. He used Baal's wool to obtain the first two skills. Could this regret be related to that unknown god?

Chen Guan focused his mind on that area, and a brand new annotation immediately flowed out in front of his retina.

[Skill Name: Regret]

[Skill Effect: Incites the remaining endless resentment and hatred in this place; the intensity is related to the degree of negative emotion.]

[Negative Effects: Each use will consume a portion of the user's sanity. Deep resonance may cause the user's consciousness to be assimilated by resentment. Please use with caution.]

The few lines of text made Chen Guan's heart sink.

This was completely different from the rage and storm he had previously received from Baal.

Those two skills are more like simple ultimate moves, while this new ability called Regret has an ominous aura between the lines.

Consumes sanity.

Assimilated by resentment.

This is by no means a combat skill that can be used in a regular way; rather, it is close to a trump card that leads to mutual destruction.

Chen Guan was basically certain that the source of this regret was the endless sorrow of being abandoned by the whole world that he had just felt.

This power does not belong to the king; it belongs solely to the erased god.

He received a gift from God, a gift steeped in hatred and sorrow.

It was probably a gift.

Chen Guan calmly closed the system panel, suppressing the surging emotions in his eyes back into a deep, unfathomable calm.

He must have a connection with that deity, otherwise, his identity section wouldn't be a question mark.

He looked up and met An Changqing's concerned gaze.

"Chen Guan"

An Changqing's voice was gentle. He took half a step forward but still maintained a respectful distance.

"Are you feeling better?"

An Changqing looked at his companion in front of him and continued to add to the discussion.

"If we need to rest further, we can stay here a little longer."

"No."

Chen Guan shook his head slightly, his voice returning to its usual calm.

"The information we just received was a bit disorganized."

He paused for a moment before saying the second half of his sentence.

"It's all sorted out now."

His half-truthful words brought a sigh of relief to his companions.