The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

　The virus was driven out, but a mess of ruins, impossible to clean up, with a continuous trail of infection, was left behind.

　He should have been eliminated at all costs when he first became the Commander! One wrong step leads to another!

　That lofty elegance and sense of control were now shattered by the cold reality, leaving only endless troubles and a dangerous Iron Tomb embryo.

　He raised his hand, his metal fingertips hovering above the control panel, but for the first time he felt... at a loss.

　……

　Chapter Sixty: The Wrath of the Savior.

　For the first time, tears broke through Bai E's defenses. This savior, who had carried Onpharos through thirty million reincarnations and whose hands were stained with countless drops of blood yet remained unshaken, now knelt on the scorched earth, letting out a heart-wrenching wail at the blank space where Russell had disappeared.

　"teacher……"

　A hoarse sob burst from his burned throat. That empty space swallowed his only anchor.

　Only the powerfully beating amber heart within his chest—the abundant heart Russell left him—conveyed a warm yet boundless vitality, proving the teacher's existence.

　A warm current surged forth, repairing his body, which had been scorched and mangled by the fire. New flesh covered the charred remains, and his cracked vocal cords regained their softness.

　Even his soul, which had been overwhelmed by memories accumulated over thirty million lifetimes, was stabilized. Bai E regained everything a normal person had.

　The regaining of his complete body and mind now feels like the sharpest irony, piercing his soul.

　He called me stupid... but what about him?

　Bai'e's fingers dug deep into the soil, feeling the steady beat of the Heart of Abundance. The teacher's heart beat within him, just as it had in countless past reincarnations when the teacher stood before him, protecting him in that particular cycle.

　Thirty million reincarnations! He witnessed firsthand how Russell, with his mortal body, rose again and again from the purgatory of despair, fighting for the dawn of Onphalus with his flesh and soul! And he, on the other hand, personally sent his teacher into darkness time and time again!

　The deepest fear is being scorned and expelled from the school after the teacher finds out the truth.

　But when the mask shattered, there was no anger or resentment in the teacher's eyes, only that familiar, almost soul-melting look—heartache. Just like the look in the teacher's eyes when he first fell on the training field and the teacher helped him up.

　Only Russell consistently viewed Bai Er as a pitiful child.

　"Even... even if you just curse me once..."

　Bai E roared at the void, his voice clear and resonant with the clarity of rebirth, yet filled with even deeper pain.

　Russell's gentleness became the sharpest knife at this moment. In the teacher's eyes, he was never the blood-stained fire-stealer, but simply the student crushed by fate who needed his rescue—"Little White".

　His tears had all dried, leaving only cold ashes and a raging inferno burning in his chest. He slowly rose, feeling the long-lost, complete power brought by the Heart of Abundance, his gaze sweeping over the lush green grass that had stubbornly covered the scorched earth, nurtured by Russell's divine blood. Just then, discordant ripples appeared in the space.

　A figure composed of cold data streams—the projection of Laigus—appeared without warning in this land of sorrow.

　"Has the sad drama come to an end?"

　Lai Gushi's inorganic voice carried a hint of mocking amusement, but his gaze was precisely fixed on Bai E's chest, where amber light was faintly shining through the new skin. "It seems that your dear teacher left a... heavy gift."

　Bai E whirled around, instantly raising the ceremonial longsword in his hand, which had been steeped in blood and fire. The tip of the sword whistled through the air as it pointed directly at the projection of Lai Gu Shi! The speed was so fast that it seemed to tear the air apart!

　"Get out here, you prisoner!"

　Bai'e roared like a wounded beast, golden flames burning in his eyes, "Are you satisfied now?! Watching us, master and disciple, fight each other, watching Onpharos wail on your chessboard!"

　"But your chessboard was almost smashed by my teacher. You pathetic wretch who calls himself a genius! Are you trying to make a fool of yourself now?"

　Laigus's projection tilted its head slightly, seemingly unconcerned about the sword blade that almost touched its virtual neck: "Emotions won't solve anything, Caeslana. Anger will only accelerate entropy. I'm here to provide... the optimal solution."

　He spread out his palm, formed from a stream of data, within which pulsating, illusory embryonic form, composed of black and red destructive energy, spun. "Integrate into the Iron Tomb. This is the ultimate destination after your struggles through thirty million reincarnations, and the only vessel capable of holding the four hundred million sparks within you. Why continue this doomed wait? Your teacher... will not return."

　"Can't come back?"

　Bai E's pupils constricted sharply, the sword tip drawing an inch closer. "What do you mean?!"

　"literal meaning."

　Lygus's voice was cold and resolute, "Beyond Onpharos lies the Wall of Sighs I have woven. No one can penetrate its coordinates except by the power of the Star God."

　Your teacher was nothing more than redundant data I randomly tossed into the cosmic junkyard… He can't find his way back. Give up, merge with the Iron Tomb, and end this meaningless cycle. I promise that once you merge with the Iron Tomb, I can have it create a world where you have the people you love.”

　"Redundancy? A landfill?!"

　Bai E laughed in fury, his laughter laced with a crazed killing intent. "Create a world? And then let you manipulate it to undergo inhumane simulations to obtain data for destruction? Heh heh."

　"You prisoner trapped in code, do you even dare to judge him?! The day he returns from his voyage across the stars will be the day you and your pathetic Iron Tomb project are utterly destroyed! I swear!"

　Before he finished speaking, the longsword in Bai E's hand erupted with an unprecedentedly intense golden light! It was the life force bestowed by the Heart of Abundance, mixed with the grief and destructive will accumulated over thirty million lifetimes, transforming into a blade of judgment that tore through space!

　brush--!

　The sword light sliced ​​the projection of the Ancient One in two from head to toe without any hindrance! The scattered data stream resembled splattered black blood.

　"A useless struggle."

　From within the dissipating projection came the undisturbed echo of Lai Gushi's voice, like a cold system notification: "What you killed was nothing but an illusion. And time... is on my side."

　"When you have exhausted all hope in these countless futile cycles, you will understand that merging into the Iron Tomb is the only way to survive. I am waiting for you... to push open that door with your own hands."

　The sound vanished completely, leaving only a desolate wasteland and Bai E standing with his sword.

　He slowly lowered the sword, looking down at the hand gripping the hilt—a hand once stained with the blood of his loved ones, now brimming with the power bestowed upon him by his teacher beneath its newborn skin.

　That amber heart beat steadily within his chest, like an inextinguishable lighthouse.

　He would no longer kill his fellow citizens. Russell, through his heart and his disappearance, showed him another path—the path his teacher had walked. Unity, not division; redemption, not destruction.

　He wanted to follow in his teacher's footsteps as a savior, uniting everyone in the struggle. He wanted to truly shoulder the savior's burden that his teacher had just relinquished.

　Bai E raised his hand, his fingertips brushing across the warm, throbbing spot on his chest, as if speaking to his teacher in the distance: "You'll see... Teacher."

　His voice was deep yet incredibly firm, like a vow etched into his very bones, "I will never let you down again. I will never kill another comrade. I will carry your heartbeat with me, unite all forces that can be united, and tear apart the web of fate woven by the Laigus, until the day you return!"

　He glanced one last time at the spot where Russell had disappeared, where the verdant patch nourished by the power of abundance was stubbornly spreading. Then, he resolutely turned and sheathed his ceremonial longsword.

　The scorched earth made a slight sound under his boots as he strode forward, no longer a solitary destroyer, but embarking on the path left behind by the eternal Titans—a thorny path leading to the unknown, yet full of possibilities.

　The teacher has walked this path 30 million times, and as the savior, he can walk it too.

　The final chapter of Onphalus will be written by the Savior and the Heart of Abundance...

　(End of Volume 1)

　Chapter Sixty-One: The Hunt and the Gift of Arrows.

　A chilling sense of emptiness enveloped Russell. Just moments before, he had been on the scorched earth of Onphalus, feeling the excruciating pain and despair of the Heart of Abundance leaving his body;

　The next moment, the world before them crumbled like a shattered mirror, revealing a vast and boundless starry sky—the very same deep space in the universe where they first encountered Chuishizhi.

　A blank, bewildered void filled his mind. Everything seemed so unreal, like a long and painful dream.

　In his dream, he reincarnated thirty million times, struggling and sacrificing, just as he was about to touch the edge of hope, only to be violently thrown out by an invisible giant hand.

　"A-Su? Are you... alright?"

　The thought of Chuishizhi, filled with worry, echoed deep within his consciousness, like a clear spring flowing over a dried-up riverbed.

　"I……"

　Russell instinctively clutched his chest. There, the enormous wound he himself had pierced was healing and rebuilding at a visible speed! A newborn heart pounded powerfully within his chest cavity, carrying a rich and immortal rhythm of life.

　The warm touch under his fingertips and Ah Chui's voice were like the strongest anchor, pulling him back to reality from the illusory dizziness.

　This is not a dream.

　He is Bertrand Russell.

　He is the savior who walks across the land of Onphalus, bearing the blood and tears of thirty million generations.

　He is the messenger under the Medicine Master, wielding abundant and mighty power—[Huai Xiu].

　When he closed his eyes, his consciousness was instantly overwhelmed by the boundless cosmic torrent! A population of beings trillions of times larger than the entire Onpharos emerged in his perception.

　Countless faint, painful, and pleading voices traveled across the stars, converging into a heart-wrenching sea of ​​lamentations—some suffered from illness, some wailed in the flames of war, and some reached out their hands to the stars in despair…

　reality.

　A reality so heavy it's suffocating.

　This is the real world.

　He was expelled.

　He was expelled like a virus by the mastermind hiding behind Onfaros! Because the other party feared him! Feared the power he possessed, feared the truth he was about to reveal!

　"Fear...that's right."

　Russell whispered, and in the depths of his azure eyes, the tiny Jianmu mark seemed to ignite with a cold flame.

　He slowly clenched his fist, feeling the angry life force pumping out of his new heart.

　"I will return... with your flesh and blood, to lay the first brick for the new world of Onphalus!"

　The students are still waiting, waiting for him to fulfill his promise to reshape the world. Bai Er is still struggling in that infernal realm. He cannot break his promise!

　That mastermind must pay the price! For the billions of innocent lives lost in thirty million reincarnations, for the manipulated fate, for all the blood, tears, and sacrifices! Whoever he is—an envoy? A god?—he deserves to die!

　"If the gods disregard all living beings as ants and treat suffering as a source of amusement..."

　Russell's voice echoed in the silent starry sky, carrying a resolute question, "...What right does He have to sit on the throne of God?!"

　The gods were tyrannical, and eventually, mortals brought them down!

　And he, Russell Huaixiu, is that mortal who bears the blood debt of all the living beings of Onphalus! He will surely tear the mastermind behind it all down from his high throne and smash him into the dust!

　A burning desire for revenge raged within him, but was instantly subdued by overwhelming rationality. The primary objective was crystal clear: find Onpharos! Otherwise, all grand pronouncements would be meaningless.

　Without further hesitation, he took a deep breath and began to fully unleash the abundant divine power within his body! A vast expanse of emerald-gold life energy spread from his body like a tide, gently yet firmly sweeping across the surrounding cold star field, attempting to capture any trace of Onfaros, even the faintest one.

　However, this undisguised, extremely concentrated power of abundance, like a giant bonfire lit in a dark forest, instantly attracted the attention of certain beings!

　Om-!

　An extremely cold killing intent, like an invisible cosmic ray, instantly pierced through layers of space and locked onto Russell!

　Russell felt a chill run down his spine! An unprecedented, deadly sense of crisis gripped his heart! It was as if an invisible giant hand was choking him, making even breathing difficult!

　The surrounding starry sky began to distort and fold violently, and the light became eerie and blurry.

　In the center of the distorted star field, a majestic figure slowly materialized. It exuded a vast divine aura, but unlike the compassion and tolerance of the Pharmacist, this being's aura was like a burning stellar storm—fiery, rapid, and filled with hatred!

　He took on a strange centaur form, his lower body not being flesh and blood, but two enormous wheels burning with cold flames!

　Incomprehensible, murderous runes were engraved on the rim! In his hand, he gripped a massive, light-forged longbow that seemed capable of piercing the stars! The bowstring was drawn taut, and an arrow formed from pure light was firmly locked onto Russell's heart!

　The shadow of death loomed over him instantly! Russell's pupils contracted sharply. He had never felt death so clearly, as if that arrow of light would pierce his chest in the next second!

　"Why?!"

　He was gripped by immense confusion and fear.

　What bad thing did he do? Is it a sin to save suffering beings? If even this is a sin, what is the meaning of God's existence?!

　He wasn't afraid of death. His only fear was how long Bai'e could endure that desperate cycle of reincarnation after his own demise. He couldn't break his promise! Absolutely not!

　"Master Pharmacist..."

　Russell cried out in his heart, preparing to plead with that selfless deity for help. He knew the apothecary would answer.

　The instant his thought arose—

　The overwhelming killing intent that had locked onto him, capable of freezing his soul, suddenly melted away like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun.

　Russell looked up in astonishment. He saw the bowstring in the god's hand, drawn taut, slowly loosening with a steady and resolute motion. The arrow of light on the bowstring, radiating an aura aimed at destroying him, vanished into nothingness like specks of sand scattered by the wind.

　The gaze of the deity pierced through the distorted space and landed on Russell. The pure killing intent in that gaze had faded, replaced by a deep, scrutinizing doubt, and even... a hint of indescribable admiration?

　Russell's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but his vigilance remained. He had survived, but the reason was unknown. This strengthened his resolve: he had to go back! He had to find the mastermind hiding in Onphalus and make him pay the ultimate price for his sins across thirty million lifetimes!

　"Wait... this hatred..."

　Russell suddenly realized that the murderous intent surging within him seemed too intense, as if ignited and guided by some force. This state of mind seemed to be tinged with hatred.

　He subconsciously looked at the deity again.

　The deity's gaze had changed. Doubt vanished; that cold, cosmic gaze now held only pure, almost approving, appreciation. He said nothing, but gave Russell a deep look.

　The next second, the majestic centaur figure vanished silently into the distorted star field like a bubble, as if it had never existed.

　The pressure vanished abruptly, and the starry sky returned to silence. Russell had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a weight in his hand.

　He looked down and saw a strange arrow, about a foot long, flowing with a blazing white light, yet smooth to the touch like jade, appear in his palm. It lay there quietly, radiating a divine power that shared the same origin as the destructive arrow from before, but was more restrained and profound.

　The instant his fingers touched the arrow, a cold and authoritative message, like a brand, was branded directly into the depths of his consciousness:

　[Break this arrowhead, and the hunt will surely begin.]