My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

The light curtain shattered completely.

The darkness of the Death Arena descended once more.

The boyish face in the blood pit had completely calmed down. There was no struggle, no resentment, only a blankness after being completely drained.

Those greyish-white eyes were half-open, reflecting a sky that didn't exist in the dark space.

Lin Mo's black sword still hovered above his throat, its tip gleaming faintly in the darkness.

He could imagine what would happen next.

The boy who knelt before his parents' funeral hall, questioning the injustice of heaven, was chosen by a summoning circle at his most desperate moment and came to this completely unfamiliar world.

The son of a man from the village, so honest that even when cheated out of his wages, he would only scratch his head and say, "The boss said he'll still need me next year."

Even after being summoned to this continent, nothing changed.

Like most heroes, he chose the gods.

It wasn't because he truly believed, but because he had been waiting for 'fairness' since birth.

The world gave him an explanation: as long as you are devout, you will receive a response; as long as you pray, your wishes will be fulfilled.

This was the first time in his life he had received a promise.

He believed it.

Lin Mo remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"Bai Mu'en, you, me, and Gao Yang are three different kinds of people. None of us can understand each other."

Upon hearing her name, Bai Mu'en's eyelashes trembled.

He no longer had the strength to open his eyes, but his cloudy eyes still managed to open a crack with difficulty.

This was the first time he had heard someone call his name on this continent.

He is not the Pope, not the agent of the gods, not the strongest demigod on the continent, but Bai Mu'en.

The name his father gave him, written on that tattered household registration book, the name his mother had called out countless times at the village entrance.

He struggled to turn his eyes and look at Lin Mo's face.

His face remained calm, but his voice was softer and slower than ever before.

Bai Mu'en's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

His gaze passed over Lin Mo, over the tip of the black sword, over the boundless darkness of the Death Arena, and looked towards the empty void.

Then, with his last ounce of strength, he squeezed out a few words from deep in his throat.

"I wish... that my soul will go to the realm of gods after I die... please grant my wish, gods."

He knew Lin Mo's abilities.

Under the black sword, the souls of the dead have nowhere to escape; they will be drawn into the sword and become part of the army of souls, forever enslaved and never able to break free.

He didn't want that; he didn't want to be Lin Mo's slave after he died.

This was his last wish.

Go to the realm of gods, go to the side of the gods.

"I agree."

Bai Mu'en's eyes widened suddenly for a moment.

Lin Mo's face was reflected in those grayish-white pupils.

At this moment, it was not the god Gao Yang who responded to his wish, but Lin Mo.

He stood before Bai Mu'en, his black robes fluttering slightly in the eerie wind of the Death Arena.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight, as if he were a god.

It was as if his words were more powerful than any divine promise.

Bai Mu'en looked into those eyes.

The black sword fell.

The sword pierced his throat without encountering any resistance.

His iron-level physical defenses were rendered useless after his life force was exhausted.

The sword tip pierced through the skin, the trachea, and the cervical spine, cleanly and swiftly, killing with a single blow.

Warm blood gushed from the sword wound and quickly merged into the blood already present in the blood pit.

Bai Mu'en's body twitched slightly, then fell completely silent.

A ghostly blue soul slowly rose from his broken body.

The soul was that of a young boy, dressed in a plain white robe, with a handsome and serene face, showing no signs of the twisting or pain that preceded his death.

He glanced down at his own corpse, then looked up at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo looked at him, sheathed the black sword at his side, and said nothing.

Bai Mu'en's soul bowed slightly to him, not as a sacred ritual of the Holy See, nor as a clergyman's etiquette, but simply as one person bowing to another in the most basic way.

Then he turned around, transforming into a pale blue streak of light, piercing through the dark boundary of the Death Arena, and flying towards the directionless distance.

Lin Mo watched the streak of light disappear into the darkness and took a deep breath.

The Arena of Death begins to crumble.

The boundary of darkness cracked from the top like a shattered eggshell, with countless cracks spreading along the arc of the boundary.

Golden sunlight, silvery-green elven magic glow, and dark red dragon breath flames emanated from the distant city through the cracks.

Light from the outside world poured in through every crack, shattering the dark space into pieces.

With a final, deep rumble, the entire darkness disintegrated.

Lin Mo was still standing outside White Tower City, the dark patterns remaining from the Death Arena beneath his feet were slowly fading away.

Bai Mu'en's blood still lingered on the black sword, and the bloodstains were being slowly absorbed by the sword's eerie light.

Looking around, there were eight angel corpses lying haphazardly.

His dozen or so demigod-level henchmen dealt with them in a very short time.

The Pope's one-on-one Holy Light Barrier vanished along with the collapse of the Death Arena.

The golden light shield transformed into countless points of light, scattering in the midday sunlight.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Yin Xue swooped down from mid-air, her small wings flapping rapidly and erratically, her red hair a mess from the residual shockwaves of the laws from the previous battle.

She flew up and hovered in front of Lin Mo, her scarlet eyes scanning his entire body.

Her voice still carried a hint of tension that she hadn't completely suppressed, clearly indicating that she had sensed the intense fluctuations within Lin Mo's body through the soul connection.

Lin Mo shook his head.

"It's alright, I've already taken care of that guy."

Yin Xue nodded, his tense shoulders visibly relaxing.

"You startled me! Your soul fluctuations were quite strong just now. I thought..."

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, her brows furrowing.

It flew to Lin Mo's left, then to Lin Mo's right, circled around him, and finally stopped directly in front of him, arms crossed, its brows furrowing more and more tightly.

She stared at Lin Mo's body with the same look she had when examining a weapon with cracks.

Lin Mo found her gaze somewhat puzzling.

"What's wrong?"

"Your body... has changed so much."

Yin Xue pointed her little finger at Lin Mo's shoulder, the tip almost poking his black robe.

"Judging from the feeling of the soul connection, your physical strength is at least twice as high as it was before you entered the Death Arena."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Did Bai Mu'en leave behind the enhancement he received through his imagination?

wrong.

He quickly went through the logic in his mind.

Bai Mu'en's Holy Awareness is his imagination, and his Holy Enlightenment is his ability to make wishes; both of these are laws that he needs to maintain continuously.

The premise for the operation of Holy Awakening and Holy Revelation is that the user is still alive and the soul is still driving the operation of the laws.

Bai Mu'en is dead. His soul has flown to the realm of gods, and all the powers he activated should have dissipated with his death.

The physical strength he had imagined, the phantoms of past demon kings, and the barrier of holy light all vanished the moment he breathed his last.

The Arena of Death collapsed, the replica of the Killing Domain also dissipated, and all the abilities that originated from him returned to their original state.

What is this power within my body?

Lin Mo closed his eyes and carefully sensed the condition inside his body.

Muscle density is indeed higher than before, bone strength has also improved, and the flow of mental energy is significantly faster than before.

However, the attribute panel remained unchanged.