The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　The cleanup was now complete. Russell opened his eyes, and deep within his azure pupils, the tiny Jianmu (a type of auspicious tree) markings, symbolizing abundance, shimmered with a gentle divine light. He stood up, an invisible power flowing through his body.

　"It's time to go,"

　Russell's gaze drifted beyond the space, as if he could already see Onpharos's suffering. "Onpharos is still waiting. I can't stay here with you any longer, I'm sorry."

　"If possible, this time I will bring back the sweet memories I once promised you, memories that are no longer bitter, but only beautiful."

　His tone was calm, yet as resolute as ever—having gained power strong enough to shake the stars, his first thought was still to save others, not himself.

　A-Chui was silent for a moment. She could clearly sense that since receiving Fu-Li's blessing, the invisible barrier that had bound her had disappeared. A new power surged within her core—the power of memory.

　【Asu.】

　She called out to Russell, who was about to step out of the space.

　Russell stopped and turned around, his eyes asking, "What's wrong, A-Chui?"

　Amber-colored specks of light slowly emerged and rose around her, like stardust. [I don't want to wait any longer.] A-Chui's consciousness was clearer and more resolute than ever before. [I don't want to wait any longer for you to bring back that memory of ultimate success.]

　Points of light converged, reflecting her invisible gaze. [I want to be with you. To witness, to feel. Whether it's bitterness or sweetness, heartbreak or rebirth… I want to see with my own eyes what the world you love so deeply truly looks like.]

　Her voice carried a sense of courage and anticipation, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

　Russell paused for a moment, then a genuine, relaxed smile spread across his lips, like long-awaited sunshine piercing through the gloom.

　"it is good."

　He didn't say anything more, but simply extended his hand, palm up, in an inviting gesture, "Then let us witness the revival of the new world together, my friend. This time, I will not let you see only bitterness. From this moment on, all memories will be sweet."

　【Um. 】

　A-Chui's response was filled with a trembling joy.

　The billions of amber-colored lights surrounding her suddenly came to life, like a swarm of fireflies scattered by the wind, or a flowing galaxy. They were no longer drifting aimlessly, but rather, with a clear purpose, gently yet swiftly surged toward Russell.

　The light touched his body and did not dissipate, but instead blended into his skin and clothes like a brand, eventually converging on his back.

　The light flowed, condensed, and outlined a clear and sacred mark—not a concrete image of the Tree of Serhis, but more like an abstract totem woven from pure memory dust and abundant vitality, a tree radiating a warm amber glow, with countless tiny stars twinkling and flowing between its branches.

　This is an emblem interwoven with memory and abundance.

　A strange sense of connection rose within Russell. He felt that A-Chui's consciousness had not disappeared, but existed at the edge of his perception in a closer, warmer way, like a symbiotic relationship of souls.

　Let's go, Asu.

　A-Chui's voice resounded directly in his mind, carrying an unprecedented sense of intimacy and a hint of barely perceptible excitement: "Let me see the world through your eyes."

　Russell felt the warmth emanating from the mark on his back, and the familiar sense of companionship in his consciousness.

　A thousand words, in the end, are reduced to a silent smile and a steadfast response in their hearts. Yes, they understand each other, they have already exchanged their essence, so there is no need for further words.

　He turned around and faced the land beyond the space that bore endless suffering and hope—Onfaros.

　This time, Bertrand Russell, the Envoy of Abundance, was no longer alone. Bearing the mark of eternal friendship and memory, and carrying immortal power, he stepped into a new cycle of reincarnation.

　His goal remains the same: to save the world he loves and to fulfill his promise to his friends—to bring back the true dawn.

　……

　Chapter Fifty-Four: The Constant Titan.

　Russell stepped out of the space that held countless memories, only to find himself in a place far from the desolate wasteland he had imagined.

　Beneath your feet are polished marble tiles, and you are surrounded by towering columns and fountains flowing with blessed water—this is the central square of the eternal holy city of Ohma.

　He paused slightly, slightly taken aback. The starting point of thirty million reincarnations had always been that familiar, wind-eroded wasteland. Why was this time different?

　What was even more unusual was his appearance. After the apothecary's vibrant embrace, his originally simple clothes had been replaced by a set of divine attire that shimmered with a warm, golden light.

　His majesty far surpassed that of his teacher, Ceres, in his memory, clad in the robes symbolizing the Titan of Reason. At this moment, he was like a walking, humanoid star, radiating an irresistible, soul-stirring divine brilliance.

　If mortals in the past saw this light, they would have no choice but to prostrate themselves in worship.

　"It's too conspicuous..."

　The moment Russell had the thought, the seemingly living "placenta" responded to his wish. Its light subsided, the intricate divine patterns disappeared, and it transformed into the most familiar attire from the depths of his memory.

　In his first reincarnation, when he was the Great Sage of the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden, he wore a magnificent robe and a crown of thorns on his head, symbolizing wisdom and the responsibility of leadership.

　Though still solemn and magnificent, the oppressive aura that compels people to kneel is gone. As the Envoy of Abundance [Huai Xiu], the path of mortal advancement is meaningless. In this world, he will save all of Onpharos in his own way.

　The question of the changed starting point only flashed through his mind for a moment. Deep within his jade-green eyes, the tiny Jianmu mark shone with a gentle yet firm light.

　Why worry about where it all began? Onphalus's future is what truly matters to him.

　His appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up the tranquility of Ohma. People stopped in their tracks, staring in astonishment and uncertainty at this stranger with his extraordinary bearing and peculiar attire.

　An Ohma scholar mustered his courage and pushed forward, his voice trembling with awe: "Your Excellency... is it Lord Sersis of the Divine Tree Court who has come in person?"

　Russell slowly shook his head, but his gaze had already passed over the crowd and locked onto a huddled figure at the edge of the square—an old woman who was born blind and was groping her way across the ground.

　Occupational hazard was ingrained in his soul. He walked through the spontaneously parted crowd, squatted down in front of the old woman, ignored the whispers around him, and gently placed his hand on the back of her withered hand.

　"Don't be afraid."

　His voice carried a strange, soothing power.

　A warm, golden light, like the morning sun in spring, flowed from his palm into the old woman's body.

　Those eyes, clouded for decades, suddenly regained their clarity, unbelievably reflecting Russell's serene face and the magnificent dome of Ohmma. Tears welled up instantly, but not from pain.

　"I...I saw it? Light...the Holy City..."

　The old man spoke incoherently, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch Russell's face, then withdrew in awe.

　This was just the beginning. A young soldier who had lost his right arm in battle was pushed forward by his comrades, his face filled with trepidation and longing.

　Russell didn't even say a word, merely tapping his empty sleeve with his fingertip. Abundant energy surged, and flesh and bones rapidly grew and shaped before the astonished eyes of the crowd. In an instant, a strong and powerful new arm appeared!

　The soldier stared blankly at his regained limbs, then clenched his fists, trembling with excitement. He had endured over a decade of discrimination, treated as a cripple; now he was finally a whole person. How could he not be overjoyed?

　"This... what kind of power is this?"

　Someone gasped in surprise.

　"This is abundance."

　Russell's voice carried clearly throughout the silent square, as if proclaiming, "The Medicine Buddha has mercy and blesses all beings."

　A cry of awe erupted from the crowd. The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching all of Ohma and, carried by merchants and messengers, to every corner of Onphalus.

　A benevolent deity who does not belong to any known Titan lineage and claims to practice "abundance" has descended!

　His whereabouts are unpredictable, and wherever he goes, illness disappears, and the disabled are reborn. The blind regain their sight, the deaf hear, severed limbs are reattached, and plagues recede. With just a gentle touch from him, a blessing of a hundred years of health and freedom from disaster is imprinted on the recipient.

　However, this mercy was not indiscriminate. When a notorious villain, trying to take advantage of the situation, squeezed to the front and shamelessly extended his hand, Russell's gaze turned as cold as that of the Titan of Law, Landon, after only a few glances.

　Because Chui Shizhi told him that this person had committed many evils and was not worth saving.

　With a flick of his finger, a slightly dazzling emerald light shot out. Before the slave owner could even scream, his body rapidly turned to wood in full view of everyone, branches and leaves bursting out of his body, instantly transforming into a strange tree with lush foliage, yet exuding an eerie and deathly aura.

　Russell's voice was flat and emotionless: "The power of abundance does not nourish the barren land. You deserve this punishment for your sins."

　This scene shocked all the powerful and wicked people with ulterior motives, making them hesitate to approach. But it also moved the ordinary people struggling to survive to tears, who regarded him as their true savior.

　The title "Eternal Titan," the "Incarnation of Existence," has spread far and wide.

　Unbeknownst to Russell, a familiar man in a black cloak and mask was observing him closely from the shadows. Though still wearing the mask, the joy on his face constantly tried to alleviate the pain of the burning embers…

　Russell did not linger in the comfortable city of Ohmma. His footsteps trod upon the scarred land of Onphalus.

　On the outskirts of Suspended Peak City, he saw the scorched forests, ravaged by war and greed. He stopped and gently stroked the cracked, parched earth.

　A surge of vitality swept across the land like an invisible wave. Beneath the scorched earth, tender green seedlings broke through the soil at a visible speed, sprouting branches and unfolding leaves. In the blink of an eye, a lush forest had replaced the barrenness, and fresh air filled the air.

　And those trees, as if welcoming their creator, rustled even when there was no wind.

　Upon witnessing this scene, the soldiers of Suspended Peak City unconsciously lowered their weapons.

　In the impoverished village, he walked through cracked farmland. Wherever his fingertip pointed, the barren soil became glossy and fertile, the withered crops instantly plump and ripe, and the golden ears of wheat bent low with their weight.

　For the first time, the shadow of hunger was completely dispelled in these lands by the light of abundance.

　"The suffering of hunger should end here."

　He declared.

　However, the dawn of peace did not reach every corner. On the borders of some city-states, ambitious men ignored the bountiful bounty and greedily drove the newly fed commoners to fight each other for more fertile land.

　But their own fertile land is enough for them to survive for a thousand years. What's the use of robbing so much? Russell was furious about their behavior.

　The shouts of battle shook the heavens, and blood stained the newly blessed land.

　Russell appeared in the center of the battlefield like a ghost. Arrows and energy beams flew and vanished silently a few meters in front of him.

　He didn't roar, but spoke calmly, yet his voice drowned out the clamor of the battlefield, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier and commander in the rear: "This land of plenty and life must not be desecrated by war. Lay down your weapons and go home."

　After a brief silence, a lord clad in magnificent armor, hiding on a high ground in the rear, sneered: "What kind of wild god is this! It's none of my business..."

　Before he could finish speaking, a beam of emerald light struck him precisely. Under the horrified gazes of the surrounding generals and guards, the lord and his horse instantly transformed into a lush oak tree, only his terrified expression frozen in the veins of the trunk.

　Russell's gaze swept over the other pale-faced commanders: "Who else dares to test the wrath of the bounty? To become this silent tree, taking root in the earth?"

　The sounds of weapons hitting the ground rose and fell. The soldiers looked around blankly, then scattered and fled as if granted a pardon. The bloody battlefield returned to an eerie silence in a few breaths. Russell surveyed the surroundings, his voice still calm: "The tragedy of war must end here."

　After some time, all the city-states learned of the Titan's abilities. They then shook hands and made peace, agreeing to cease all warfare.

　Even the once-fond-of-strife Suspended Peak people no longer instigate conflict. They preserve the tradition of conflict within festivals, and when a festival arrives, they begin preparing for a massive Conflict Festival.

　He continued his journey, like a walking source of abundance, dispelling disease and plague from all places. And when he sensed the black tide was about to engulf remote villages, he used his supreme power to guide the villagers to migrate, nipping the shadow of destruction in the bud.

　When the last city-state affected by the shadow of the Black Tide migrated, he declared: "The terror of plague and the sorrow of death shall be dispelled here."

　When his four great aspirations were fulfilled one by one, Russell entered the Garden of Divine Enlightenment.

　The rational Titan, Thursis, gazed anxiously at the model of the Thursis Tree, which symbolized the fabric of the world. The arrival of the constant Titan made him wary.

　It took Russell nearly half an hour to explain the current situation to Cecilia. The sheer volume of information in his mind left him speechless for a moment.

　"teacher."

　Russell's voice carried the warmth of a long-awaited reunion.

　The eyes of Sersis were filled with disbelief and shock. The eternal Titan who claimed to be his student, whose name had spread throughout Onpharos, had actually been reincarnated for thirty million lifetimes?

　Beneath that familiar sage's robe flowed a vast, star-like life force that made his very soul tremble.

　"Russell? You...this power..."

　Serhith's voice was dry.

　Russell offered no explanation, but simply smiled and extended his hand, his fingertips gathering a ball of the purest, gentlest emerald-gold blessing of abundance.

　"What I have sought for thirty million lifetimes has finally come to fruition today. This is the grace of the Medicine Master, and I wish to share it with you."

　The ball of light gently drifted toward Serhith.

　The moment the power of abundance merged into the body of the god Cersis, the rational Titan let out a long sigh.

　An unprecedented, inexhaustible vitality filled His entire body. He clearly felt that the shackles that had bound Him and imprisoned Him in this world snapped with a click.

　Ceres closed her eyes, feeling the surging new life force within her. When she opened them again, her eyes were filled with relief and joy.

　He strode forward and gave Russell a tight embrace, filled with complex emotions, his voice trembling with barely perceptible sobs: "You have endured countless eons and finally achieved immortality... Good! Good! Good!"

　He released his embrace, pressing his hands firmly against Russell's shoulders, an unprecedented resolve burning in the eyes of the Titan of Reason: "The Divine Tree Court, from this moment on, is your support! Unleash your power, my disciple! Constant Titan, go and fulfill the promise you made to Onpharos... tomorrow's dawn!"

　Meanwhile, deep within a cold, impersonal data space, a glaring red warning silently popped up:

　【Minphia14】Status: Missing - Reason: Insufficient access permissions / Logical barrier cannot be overcome】

　……

　Chapter 55 The Land of Survival - Soteria.

　Russell's footsteps traversed Onphalus, his fingertips flowing with the abundant power of emerald gold, like the most diligent gardener sowing the seeds of life on a land of despair.

　Withered plants sprouted new leaves, wounds healed rapidly, and the shadow of plague was dispelled by the pure breath of life. Where miracles occurred, sighs of despair transformed into tears of gratitude.

　"Lord Titan! My legs... I can feel my legs again!"

　An elderly man, paralyzed for many years, trembled as he touched his legs, which had regained mobility, tears streaming down his face, as he struggled to bow down to Bertrand Russell.

　Russell gently helped him up, the Jianmu mark in his jade-green eyes flowing gently: "No need to kneel before the old man. Stand up, feel the earth and the sunlight beneath your feet, that is the best response to me."

　The old man choked up, nodded vigorously, and tried to take a step, each step firm and unwavering.

　From the crowd who witnessed it all, a low, awe-inspiring, and joyful prayer rose: "The Everlasting Titan... Andros Frois..."