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Suddenly, he turned to look at Guan Jinyue beside him: "Did you hear something at Bai Meng's place?"

Guan Jinyue did not slow down her pace at all, and answered with her usual cold expression.

"He said that following a loser who buried his own era would only lead to certain death."

She relayed Baimon's words truthfully, continuing to act as an honest child.

Baal remained silent. Chen Guan knew He was listening, but simply chose to remain silent.

Thinking of this, Chen Guan suddenly asked with some curiosity, "By the way, why did you choose the Baal Contract?"

Although Baal had mentioned it before, Chen Guan still wanted to hear another perspective from Guan Jinyue.

A Baal who might differ from his memory.

After a moment of silence, Guan Jinyue said, "If there is anything in this world that can grant my wish, it must be a demon god."

"Instead of wasting time with the weak, we should go straight to the strongest demon. I think if we can't even do that with Baal, then it's pointless to look for anyone else."

Guan Jinyue spoke in a flat tone, and the logic in his words, though simple, was irrefutable.

"Alright, looks like you made the right choice." Chen Guan smiled, took out the Heart of Resurrection that they had agreed on earlier, and handed it to Guan Jinyue: "Here, it's what we promised."

Guan Jinyue didn't stand on ceremony and simply took it and put it away without even glancing at it. Anyway, she couldn't tell if it was real or fake, so there was no point in looking.

Moreover, Chen Guan had no reason to deceive her on such matters. Even if he did deceive her, what could she do about it?

Seeing that she accepted it, Chen Guan continued, "Regarding your sister, I imagine you've collected quite a few rare and precious herbs by now. Why don't you try to awaken her?"

When this topic was brought up, Guan Jinyue fell silent, which was unusual for him.

"On the one hand, I'm not confident."

"I'm not sure I can wake her up, nor am I sure I can help her live safely in this world."

She gave a bitter smile: "We are both orphans. You can tell from our surnames that we are not biological sisters."

"I met Xiaoheng when I was very young, and we've been inseparable ever since. So, there's no one else in this world I can entrust my life to."

"Moreover, her superpower can be surprisingly effective at certain times, so if she shows herself easily, she will be targeted. However, her superpower itself is not combat-effective, and she is also young, making her vulnerable to being taken advantage of."

"Even I don't have the ability to protect her. What I couldn't do when I was fourteen, I still can't do now that I'm nineteen."

When talking about his younger sister, Guan Jinyue became unusually talkative, and his usually stern expression softened.

"On the other hand?" Chen Guan asked, looking at her.

"Guess." Guan Jinyue blinked, and the slight sadness disappeared in an instant, returning to her usual self.

"In short, I will maintain the status quo until I can guarantee her a safe life."

"In return, I, in my incompetence, will do my best to fulfill your wishes."

……

The first level of the Demon Realm.

The place where it all began.

Chen Guan raised his hand and moved his wrist, the joints making a crisp sound. The weakness that had been drained from his body had long since vanished, and strength had been replenished in his limbs.

He turned to look at Guan Jinyue, who was leaning against a protruding rock, her head slightly lowered, her silver hair covering half of her face.

"Finally, we're going back." Estimating that it was about time, Chen Guan spoke, exhaling the stale air that had been accumulating in his chest for so long.

"Hmm," Guan Jinyue responded, then raised her head.

A dark red rift tore open, forming a vortex channel that churned with red light.

Chen Guan looked at the vortex, then glanced at Guan Jinyue.

She had already stood up straight, brushed off non-existent dust from the hem of her clothes, and her pure black pupils reflected a swirling red light, her emotions unreadable.

"Let's go."

Guan Jinyue stepped into the swirling light first, followed closely by Chen Guan, whose figure was also swallowed by the vortex.

The pulling sensation of having your internal organs flung out came again, but this time the process was unusually short.

Almost the instant he was swept in, he found himself on solid ground.

When I arrived, the air was thick with dust and the smell was incredibly pungent. Now, even the dust seems refreshing.

Chen Guan staggered two steps to his feet, took a deep breath of the earthly flavors, and felt a sense of relief throughout his lungs, leaving him momentarily dazed.

came back.

They stood in the center of the ravaged quarry depression, the very place where they had first entered.

As night deepened, searchlights on distant highlands cast ghastly beams of light, illuminating their disheveled figures with no way to hide them.

Chen Guan looked down at himself. His clothes were tattered and covered with grayish-white dust and dried dark brown bloodstains, making him look as if he had just been dug out of some century-old grave, exuding an aura of death.

He took out a Poké Ball, pressed the switch, and with a flash of white light, a purple cheetah rolled out of it like a crumpled ball of fur.

As soon as the leopard landed, it scrambled to Chen Guan's trouser leg, pressed its head against his calf, trembling all over and whimpering pitifully.

It is still afraid.

From the moment he entered the City of Ashes, this guy had been in a state of extreme panic.

"It's alright, little one."

Chen Guan bent down and reached out to touch its head.

Leopard recoiled as if burned, then raised its head and looked at him with confusion in its golden vertical pupils.

"Owner……"

A child's voice, though slightly hesitant, was clear enough: "Are you alright?"

Leopard tilted its head, sniffed the air with its nose, and showed a look of disgust on its face.

"You... have a very unpleasant smell."

Chen Guan's outstretched hand remained suspended in mid-air.

An unpleasant smell?

Was it the smell of blood? Or perhaps, the demonic pressure left on him by the Four Supreme Pillars?

He can't smell it himself.

But he knew that the leopard's sense of smell was never wrong; wild animals always have a more sensitive sense of smell than humans.

This is troublesome. I wonder if any humans can detect this aura. Chen Guan is a little troubled. It seems that he is not suitable to go back to school right now.

"Please, you two, stop ignoring me, okay?"

A flippant yet somewhat lazy male voice rang out, breaking the deathly silence of the quarry depression.

A man was sitting on a rock about half a person's height not far away.

He was dressed in casual black sportswear, carrying two plastic bags from a convenience store. The bags contained several cans of hot drinks, and the rising steam made the inside of the plastic bags hazy.

The light fell on him, outlining his soft profile and short hair, with a faint smile playing on his lips.

The white tiger shook the bag in his hand, the jar making a crisp clinking sound. He jumped down from the rock and walked straight towards them.