The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　Aigler remained silent for a long time, the starlight flickering. Finally, a long sigh escaped his lips: "...Remember your promise."

　The Skyfire was stripped from her core.

　Rumble——!

　The great power that supported heaven and earth vanished! The sky was instantly covered with hideous cracks, violent void currents tore at the edges of the world, the earth trembled, and the end of the world arrived!

　The people rebuilding their homes on the plains were filled with fear and despair.

　Russell raised his wrist, his fingertips brushing across the surface, and a drop of divine blood, as clear as amber and brimming with vitality, was flicked into the shattered sky.

　Blood droplets rose into the sky, transforming into a golden-green rain that covered the heavens! Where the rain fell, spatial rifts were smoothed by an invisible hand, and violent turbulence was neutralized.

　The rain continued to fall, filling the parched riverbeds, sprouting new green shoots from the scorched earth, and causing withered crops to burst into full, ripe ears. From then on, the sky over Onfaros became warm and benevolent, and the rain that fell was full of bountiful blessings.

　Beyond the River Styx, deep within a sea of ​​death flowers.

　The Death Titan Cenatos, shrouded in a tranquil gray, watched in astonishment as Russell, alone, traversed the raging River Styx, stepping onto a bone boat made of wailing souls, and walked unharmed before her.

　"Crossing the River Styx... Eternal Titan, your power is awe-inspiring."

　Her voice sounded like a sigh.

　"Cenathos,"

　Russell stated directly, "Hand over the fire. In the next life, you and Xia Die will reunite as sisters and share the kinship of the mortal world."

　The figure beneath the gray figure trembled violently.

　"Sister...how can you guarantee that?"

　There was a tremor in his voice.

　“Your souls are bound together in the memory of Kefaller,”

　Russell's gaze pierced through the gray fog and saw a girl who bore a striking resemblance to Xia Die.

　"By the name of abundance, when you are reborn, your souls will be drawn together."

　Senatos remained silent for a moment, then slowly extended his hand, and a spark of death, like a still midnight flame exuding an aura of death, appeared.

　"...I believe your promise, Andros Frois. May we be able to share the sunlight with the butterfly in our next life."

　The Law believed in the impartiality of the Titans and voluntarily offered up the fire. He knew that the new world to come would inevitably be a just world.

　The gate and the years saw the future's brilliance, and without hesitation handed over the flame, then silently dissipated.

　Just as Russell was about to leave the place where Oronis was, he heard a strange female voice.

　Her voice was as clear as a young girl's: "Things are getting more and more interesting. Everything is getting out of control."

　……

　In the Onfaros control center, the piercing alarms had long since merged into a despairing wail.

　[Alert: 14.28% of the simulated sky core text data is missing! Cause: High-dimensional energy overlay (abundant/preservation complex)!]

　[Alert: Death rule logic chain broken! 5% missing! Cause: Conceptual intervention!]

　[Alert: Underlying legal protocol malfunctioned! 10% lost! Cause: Unknown!]

　[Alert: Earth and Ocean Environment Simulation Matrix Collapsed! 9.72% Lost! Cause: Source Data Irreversibly Overwritten!]

　[Alert: Negative-world logic strength drops sharply by 50%! Target factor Kephale's acceptance of the re-creation is significantly reduced!]

　[Alert: Kuroshio mimic factor activity abnormally decreased! 50% lost! The factor activity continues to slowly decline. Cause: High-intensity fertility assimilation pollution detected!]

　The scarlet pop-up window, like gushing blood, instantly flooded the entire screen.

　[Fatal Warning: The integrity of the Onfaros simulation experiment's overall data has dropped below 95%! Lost data is irrecoverable, cannot be overwritten, cannot be reloaded, and cannot be copied! Cause: Contamination from multiple intertwined paths!]

　The inorganic face of the ancient creature was reflected on the blood-red screen. The core processor spun at high speed, yet only calculated a cold conclusion: loss of control was inevitable. All that remained was to wait.

　"That's all..."

　Lai Gushi forcefully suppressed the wave of regret in his mind, transforming it into cold calculation: "The eggshell is broken, only so the chick can hatch... Iron Tomb, hurry up and hatch, or this guy will shatter the eggshell..."

　……

　Russell watched as Sersis, after surrendering the fire, dissipated unharmed in the abundant golden light, awaiting rebirth—proving that the power of abundance could even allow Titans to escape the cycle of reincarnation!

　Unfortunately, this realization came too late; the holders of the first eleven flames had already passed away.

　But it's alright; he promised them the prophecy of a new world. That day will come sooner or later, it just might be a little later.

　Russell did not stop. He walked to the edge of the Black Tide and, without hesitation, slit his wrist. Amber-colored divine blood, brimming with boundless vitality, spilled onto the scorched earth. Instantly, a wall of abundance, composed of wildly growing thorns and giant trees radiating emerald-gold light, rose from the ground, standing before the Black Tide!

　The monster from the Black Tide roared and pounced, its sharp claws tearing at the vines and leaves.

　However, the power of abundance far surpassed their corrosive influence! The touched monsters were instantly covered by emerald-gold veins, emitting painful howls. Their bodies began to twist and swell, their flesh replaced by wildly growing plant fibers, transforming them into grotesque monsters covered in branches and leaves, their roots deeply embedded in the earth.

　These newly born monsters are more resilient and harder to kill than the Black Tide's creations. Following the guardianship will left by Russell, they began to fiercely counterattack the Black Tide, pinning it firmly in place, and even showing signs of pushing back!

　If Russell hadn't given the order to protect rather than retake, the lost territory would have been reclaimed long ago.

　The monsters of the Black Tide seemed to have understood what it meant to cower in fear, no longer acting as the vanguard of the Black Tide and crashing into the Wall of Abundance.

　Instead, they approached the Wall of Abundance like devout believers, accepting evolution and becoming part of the resistance against the Black Tide.

　……

　At this moment, Russell stood alone in a woodland. He clutched the last spark in his hand—the spark belonging to his mentor, the rational Titan Thersius.

　Twelve sparks gathered, radiating different yet harmonious lights in his palm. He surveyed the desolate wilderness around him, his voice icy and piercing through the void: "Have you seen enough? Monsters that crawled out of the Black Tide."

　His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping across every inch of shadow. "The twelve sparks are complete, and the path to rebirth is right before us. How long are you going to hide? You have been stopping it all along, and now, the opportunity is right in front of you."

　"Kill me again, steal the fire, and deny the creation of the world."

　Space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and a deep purple rift, exuding an aura of ominousness and destruction, appeared out of thin air. Stepping out from it was that familiar figure—the Fire Thief.

　His Son remained broken and stained with the filth of a viscous black tide. The metal mask obscuring his face was cold and indifferent, and two dull ceremonial longswords hung limply in his hands. He uttered a hoarse voice, like the grinding of gravel: "...Recreation... is impossible..."

　Russell completely withdrew the light from the twelve sparks, his right hand forming a fist. In an instant, the wildly growing vegetation on the wasteland seemed to be summoned; countless emerald-gold vines, resilient branches, and leaves shimmering with the light of life converged, intertwined, and shaped themselves!

　A spear made entirely of living plants, with amber divine blood flowing from its tip, exuding a boundless abundance and a protective will, appeared in his hand!

　The spearhead rose, pointing directly at the Fire Thief. A chilling killing intent, mixed with the grief and indignation accumulated over thirty million reincarnations, erupted: "Thirty million reincarnations! Thirty million times I fell before dawn! All because of your obstruction!"

　Russell's voice boomed like thunder across the wasteland, "Today, I will use your monster's life to atone for the billions of lives lost because of you!"

　"Then, I will personally complete the re-creation! Creatures of the Black Tide, accept the final judgment of abundance!"

　……

　Chapter Fifty-Seven: How could it be you!

　Bai E's gaze pierced through the cold holes in the mask, locking onto the figure in front of him.

　In this cycle, he did not turn his sword against Russell as he had in the past.

　He chose to follow, like a silent ghost, witnessing the footsteps of the eternal Titan traversing the scorched earth and ruins of Onphalus, sowing the miracle called Abundance.

　Soteria, a city-state that should not have existed in the history of Onphalus.

　It rose from the ground with the hands of mortals and a pure will to protect, and the last trace of doubt in Bai E's heart dissipated.

　"The turning point is not in the sky, but among us."

　This realization struck him like a thunderbolt, cleaving through the fog of despair he had accumulated over thirty million lifetimes.

　Everything is different now. The old cycle has been shattered. The Goldenborn have only just given birth to the Butterflies, yet their long journey in pursuit of fire is already nearing its end.

　Russell accomplished in just one year what the Golden Generation would have taken three thousand years to achieve!

　"hehe……"

　Uncontrollable laughter squeezed out of Bai E's throat, which was tainted by the filth of the black tide, accompanied by a burning pain.

　More than four hundred million sparks burned wildly within him, each second feeling like a million red-hot steel needles piercing his soul and flesh. But at this moment, that excruciating pain was overwhelmed by an almost manic joy!

　Thirty million reincarnations! Thirty million times of personally killing close friends, mentors, and even the idol standing before him! Wasn't all that deep-seated sin and despair just waiting for this day?

　Isn't it all just to see that arrogant, self-proclaimed creator, Rikushi, have his chessboard turned upside down by the variables he carefully manipulates, and taste the bitter fruit of defeat?

　"Retribution! This is his retribution!"

　However, Russell's cold words pierced his ecstatic thoughts like an icicle:

　"...In memory of the billions of lives lost because of you!"

　"...Thirty million reincarnations! Thirty million times falling before dawn!"

　Billions of lives? Thirty million reincarnations?!

　His pupils, hidden beneath the mask of Bai E, suddenly contracted! It was as if he had been struck by an invisible hammer! A wave of intense dizziness washed over him. Before, it was merely suspicion, guesswork based on subtle clues.

　But now, Russell himself has admitted it! He is not the only one who is awake in this world! In the endless darkness of eternal cycles of reincarnation, there is another who walks with him!

　And that person was someone he once looked up to, but who he had to kill with his own hands time and time again—Serge Russell!

　An indescribable torrent instantly shattered Bai E's defenses. It was a belated, immense sense of redemption, a mixture of pain and ecstasy!

　It's as if a traveler who has wandered alone on the ice field for millions of years has finally seen another set of footprints!

　The comfort brought by this realization was so strong that it seemed to lessen the pain caused by the four hundred million wildly burning seeds within his body by a third.

　"Why...why did I realize this so late!"

　He wanted to shout, to confide, to tell Russell everything!

　But his throat, scorched by the flames, felt as if it were sealed shut with a branding iron; every attempt to utter a sound brought excruciating pain, like his bones being crushed to dust. He struggled to move his lips, only managing to produce broken, hissing sounds.

　Just then, a whooshing sound ripped through the air! The bountiful spear, made of wildly growing vines and flowing with amber divine blood, carrying Russell's accumulated grief and indignation of thirty million lifetimes, shot straight at Bai E's face like a golden thunderbolt!

　Clang——!

　It was pure instinct! At the last second, Bai E raised his ceremonial longsword, blocking the fatal blow. The immense force sent numbness through his arm, and he slid backward, carving two deep furrows in the scorched earth beneath his feet.

　If you can't speak, then use your sword to ask!

　A resolute glint flashed in Bai E's eyes. He stomped his foot, and the violent destructive energy within him, mixed with the raging flames of the burning seed, erupted with a deafening roar!

　Dozens, even hundreds, of "White Calamity" clones, composed of pure black and red energy, appeared instantly across the battlefield like demons crawling out of hell's lava! Wielding ritual swords that also burned with black flames, they launched a fierce and relentless attack on Russell from all directions, from the sky and the ground, accompanied by shrill screams that tore through space!

　Is this the power of the Fire Thief? Deep within Russell's azure eyes, the Jianmu mark swirled rapidly, his icy gaze sweeping over the countless clones that rushed towards him.

　As the Envoy of Abundance, his perception was now beyond the ordinary. With just a glance, he saw through the essence of the monster's power—the source of that terrifying heat was not the Black Tide at all, but rather a vast number of...fire seeds hidden deep within its body!

　"Four hundred million...or even more!"

　This number shocked Russell.

　"How could this monster be so greedy?! Stealing so much fire is still not enough?! What exactly does it want to do?"

　What alarmed him even more was the cracked metal mask on the other person's face. It exuded a strange, repelling power, which even his abundant divine sense could not penetrate, making it impossible to see the true face beneath the mask. It seemed to carry the scent of memories.

　"Whoever you are! The embodiment of the Black Tide, you shall perish today!"

　Russell's pent-up rage was finally ignited! He no longer remained passively defensive, and the Abundance Spear in his hand burst forth with a dazzling emerald-gold light!

　"drink!"

　With a clear whistle, the spear transformed into a wildly dancing curtain of light! There was no defense, only the most ferocious and violent attack! Wherever the spear tip passed, the air exploded under its strain!

　puff! puff! puff! puff!

　The first few clones, like popped soap bubbles, instantly shattered into scattered streams of black and red energy under the golden spear light!

　Russell's figure moved like a ghost amidst the attacks of countless clones, each swing of his spear leaving a trail of afterimages as he precisely pierced the core of each clone!

　A sneak attack from behind? As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he didn't even need to turn around. With a backhand sweep of his gun, the sharp wind of the gun cut the clone who was trying to sneak up in half, turning it into scattered embers!

　Bai E's main body was mixed in with the group of clones, and the more he fought, the more alarmed he became! When did his idol become so powerful?! His spear skills, his movement, his almost precognitive combat instincts were like those of a war god who had been honed on the battlefield for millions of years.

　Every brilliant surprise attack and every cunning combo he launched was shattered by Russell in an even more ferocious and direct manner.

　Russell was completely venting his anger! He was unleashing the resentment of being mercilessly defeated thirty million times onto this sandbag-like opponent! His eyes burned with cold fury, and every attack was aimed at crushing his opponent's will.

　If it weren't for this guy stopping the re-creation process every time, it would have been completed long ago.

　scoff!

　Bai'er seized a fleeting opportunity, and the ritual longsword burning with black flames finally broke through the spear shadow and struck Russell's shoulder hard!

　It's done?! Bai E's heart tightened, but the scene of blood and gore he had expected did not occur. The blade did not penetrate deeply into the flesh; instead, a large amount of blood, as clear as amber, gushed out!

　An even stranger thing happened! The amber-colored divine blood that had splashed onto the ceremonial longsword seemed to have a life of its own, instantly taking root and sprouting on the cold metal blade!