this infinite world

"Okay, I agree."

Faced with the sincere request from the two princes of Lothric, Yang Yun's voice echoed calmly in the hall. Without hesitation or pretense, he simply agreed.

—Is it really that simple?
Upon hearing Yang Yun's reply, Prince Lothric could hardly believe his ears. He had imagined many possible outcomes, but none had been agreed to so easily and simply... as if it were a casual question about what to have for dinner.

"Don't think like that. Thinking about what you should eat every day is a very brain-draining thing."

Without using mind reading or spiritual perception, Yang Yun guessed the other party's thoughts simply based on his long experience. He even told a somewhat lame joke: "After all, I don't need to eat anymore."

As he spoke, Yang Yun slightly raised his hand, and an invisible force gently lifted the two princes. This was not a simple physical lift, but rather a kind of higher-dimensional "recognition," causing Lorian and Lothric to stand up involuntarily.

With a single glance, Yang Yun could see right through the two men before him. He took in everything, from the old wounds on Lorian's body to the cursed power entangled within Lothric.

It's a bit troublesome, but not hopeless.

However, more important than that was the genuine affection between the two brothers and Prince Lothric's willingness to give everything for them; that was the reason Yang Yun readily agreed.

In other words, Prince Lothric would do anything to save his brother Lorian... Of course, although he cannot speak, Lorian must have the same idea.

As the two princes of Lothric, and the de facto rulers of the kingdom, their talk of "everything" was not just empty words. In fact, they truly could shoulder the responsibilities of others, even the lives and destinies of the entire nation and the world...

...Of course, before that, they had to save themselves, and each other.

"As a doctor, I have never refused a patient who sincerely seeks treatment. Especially someone as determined and fearless as you who dares to say 'everything' without hesitation."

Yang Yun first praised the two men's will, but then he changed the subject: "And from the soul of the Dragon Hunter Armor, I saw the outline of this world."

"However, the memory of a weapon of war is ultimately limited. It remembers the battles, the oaths, the thunder and the dragon's roar, but it cannot understand the choices that need to be weighed on the throne, nor can it comprehend the heavy destiny behind being chosen as the Lord of Cinder."

His words caused the two princes to subtly change their expressions. These truths, hidden in the shadows of history, had indeed never been recorded in any ancient texts.

“You chose to kneel here not only for healing,” Yang Yun’s voice suddenly deepened, “but also because you saw a possibility… a possibility that might change the predetermined fate of this world.”

Lorian and Lothric exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. This powerful figure, who had appeared suddenly and was as elusive as a mist, saw far more deeply than they had imagined.

"The act of linking the fire, seemingly noble, is in reality nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst." Yang Yun ruthlessly revealed the truth of the most sacred ritual in the world. "Every time the fire is linked, it accelerates the end of this world. And you—born as firewood to continue the world and burned, the cursed and chosen Lord of Cinder—are nothing more than a sacrifice bound to this chariot of reincarnation."

If outsiders were to overhear these words, they would be enough to unleash a storm that would overturn the entire kingdom of Lothric. But at this moment, they only strengthened the two princes' resolve to make their choice.

“You’re right,” Lothric said softly, his voice weak from long-term illness, yet containing undeniable wisdom. “That’s why we need your help. Not only to heal this broken body, but also to find… another possibility.”

Yang Yun nodded slightly. Talking to smart people is always effortless; they know exactly what they want and what they need to give up.

"Then let's begin."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yang Yun's right hand was already raised.

What flowed through her fingertips was not any known magical color, but a bluish glow that seemed to originate from the very source of life. This light was neither dazzling nor intense, but carried a comforting warmth, like the first rays of sunlight melting snow in early spring, warm but not scorching.

Under the Lothric prince's gaze, a mixture of astonishment and anticipation, the azure light, like quicksilver spilling across the ground or a gentle stream, tenderly enveloped the two brothers. The instant the light touched their skin, both princes trembled slightly, not from pain, but from a long-lost sense of comfort that almost brought tears to their eyes…

This is a power far surpassing true essence, a healing light of the soul that is extremely rare even across the multiverse. Under this pure radiance of life, a miracle is manifesting in Prince Lorian—

His legs, atrophied and crippled from years of fighting, began to regrow and plump up like new shoots in spring soil, the bones making a faint cracking sound, proof that the broken parts were rejoining; his throat, hoarse for years, trembled slightly, the vocal cords reshaping in the light, finally uttering clear and powerful syllables once more; most shockingly, his eyes, empty for so many years, were now revitalized, their former brilliance rekindled like sparks, shining brightly in his pupils…

This is far from ordinary physical healing; it is a healing and reconstruction that reaches the very essence of the soul. The azure light permeates not only the flesh and blood but also penetrates every corner of the soul, repairing wounds that even the most powerful healing magic cannot heal.

"Brother...brother!"

Bathed in the same azure light, Prince Lothric couldn't help but shed tears. Although his emaciated body was visibly strengthening, muscles returning to his bones, and color gradually returning to his paper-pale skin, this prince, burdened by a heavy curse since childhood and confined to his sickbed for years, was now completely oblivious to his own transformation. His gaze was fixed intently on his brother, his emotions overflowing, as if every bit of Lorian's recovery was more gratifying than his own rebirth…

Hearing his younger brother's voice, Lorian's lips curled into a smile. Although he opened his mouth, he didn't utter any words of comfort, only a few incomplete syllables, as if he hadn't fully adapted to speaking yet... But he raised his arm and gently took his younger brother's hand.

This seemingly simple action is more persuasive than any words.

"Thanks you……"

Prince Lothric took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and in a voice still tinged with tears and excitement, yet exceptionally firm, he addressed his benefactor: "This kindness is not only for us brothers, but also for..." "In a moment of genuine joy, why bother with such high-sounding words?"

Yang Yun gently interrupted him, his eyes gleaming with insightful wisdom. He glanced at Prince Lorian, who was watching his younger brother with concern, and spoke calmly yet directly to the heart of the matter: "The fundamental reason you paid such a price, wasn't it precisely because you hoped to see your elder brother reborn?"

A brief silence fell over the hall, broken only by the soft murmur of the flowing blue light. Prince Lothric bowed his head in silence for a moment, then when he looked up again, a radiant smile, brighter than ever before, bloomed on his face. In that moment, he seemed to have shed all his burdens—no longer the Lord of Cinder burdened with the mission of linking the fire, no longer the heir to the kingdom's future, but simply a younger brother genuinely overjoyed at his brother's recovery.

“You’re right.” He let out a long sigh, his voice light with relief. “I really should be more honest… more courageous in facing my own heart.”

Upon hearing this, Lorian gently stroked his younger brother's head with his scarred hand, a rare tenderness appearing on his resolute face, as if the brotherly affection that a thousand words could not express was contained in this simple gesture.

"Yes, we need to maintain this optimistic attitude, after all, the treatment isn't over yet."

Seeing this harmonious scene between the brothers, Yang Yun smiled, but his words stunned both of them. Prince Lothric even asked instinctively, "Huh? Isn't it over yet?"

"Of course it's not over yet, this is just the first course of treatment." Yang Yun smiled and shook his head: "Problems that are visible to others are always minor issues; the real problems are often hidden in places that are unseen..."

"You don't actually think I could cure the problems you two brothers have so easily, do you?"

The azure light continued to flow, like a river of life, washing away every scar left by time on the brothers. In this light, even the despair that permeated the air seemed to fade away, replaced by a long-lost vitality. But Yang Yun's sudden words caused both princes' faces to darken…

"It seems you understand what this means better than I do."

Yang Yun stared at the sudden change in their expressions, nodded, and said as expected, "Although the surface wounds have healed, the problem of the curse deeply rooted in your souls has not yet been resolved."

He first turned his gaze to the pale-faced Lothric, his words as precise as a scalpel: "This curse has been imprinted deep within your blood since the moment you were born. By all accounts, you should not have lived this long."

Then, his gaze turned to Lorian, whose knuckles had turned white: "And you, at the cost of your own crippling, forcibly shared this curse. It is this sacrifice that has allowed you brothers to rely on each other until now."

"But the innate curse and the shared burden have already completely intertwined your fates... If I am not mistaken, you are not only linked by life, but your soul trajectories and causal paths are also intertwined, forming a true bond of life and death."

He paused briefly, allowing the weight of his words to settle. The azure light flowed between his fingertips, reflecting the undisguised shock in the eyes of the two princes.

As he spoke, Yang Yun couldn't help but grumble to himself... What is this? Twins on the throne? This bond is both the reason they've survived to this day and their greatest shackle?

Hmm, it seems the two princes in front of me are indeed twins...

"Indeed."

Without mentioning Yang Yun's association with a certain poppy flower, Prince Lothric couldn't help but feel somewhat somber. He glanced at his elder brother, Prince Lorian, beside him, and finally sighed, choosing to reveal the truth: "Actually, in the beginning, the curse only applied to me."

“My brother, he was originally a hero who conquered the demon prince, and should have enjoyed countless flowers and applause, ascended the throne in front of the people of Lothric, and led the country forward. But for me, he sacrificed his voice, sight, and legs to share the curse with me…”

Hearing his brother recount the story, Lorian unconsciously tightened his grip on his brother's hand—a subtle gesture that spoke volumes. They truly understood the truth better than anyone else—from the moment Lorian willingly accepted his disability, their fates were inextricably linked.

"Don't worry, I'm not saying there's no cure."

Seeing the atmosphere in the room drop rapidly, Yang Yun quickly coughed. After all, he had just said to "maintain an optimistic attitude," and now that he had made the patient Yu Yu suffer, wouldn't that be contradicting himself? "As the saying goes, misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. Although the curse on you is terrifying, its essence is a distorted blessing. It's just that in your current state, you are not yet able to withstand this excessively powerful force, which is why you are showing such a morbid appearance."

"bless……?"

This profound theory caused Prince Lothric to frown slightly. He was well aware of the curse on him, but this was the first time he had ever heard of a "curse" being called a "blessing."

Regardless of whether Prince Lothric fully understood the deeper meaning behind Yang Yun's words, he chose to unconditionally trust the mysterious healer before him: "Since it's a blessing, what should we do?"

"The method is simple. Since 'curse' and 'blessing' are two sides of the same coin, we just need to reverse them."

As he spoke, Yang Yun revealed a mysterious smile. He slowly raised his right hand, just as he had helped the two princes who were kneeling on the ground earlier, with his palm facing upward and held flat in the air, as if supporting some kind of invisible weight.

"First, we need to find the balance point between the two, which is the absolute zero point that exists between the opposites."

Although it was just a simple lift, Yang Yun's voice seemed to carry a certain rhythm: "Then, like this."

Before he finished speaking, he gently turned his flat hand over, and in that instant—

The entire world instantly turned upside down. (End of Chapter)