Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 84: Hero, Savior, God
Pavel Baraja gazed at the dark-haired figure in awe. In just a short absence, the powerful figure named Dust seemed even more powerful. Of course, this could be an illusion. After all, how could a weakling like him possibly glimpse the back of such a transcendent being?

Ants cannot distinguish between a mound and a mountain. For to an ant, both are magnificent pillars, sheltering them and their colony from the elements, allowing them to thrive for eternity. The grace of a powerful being naturally benefits generations, and gratitude is essential.

But what if it’s not an illusion?

Why did a human named Dust become stronger just by conquering a demihuman settlement?
Is it because he has an innate ability that makes him stronger by killing demihumans?
Or was it because he witnessed the brutal acts of the demihumans and, out of anger, released some unused abilities?

Both are possible, and both are excellent news for the Holy Kingdom and for humanity.

The only question is, why would such a rare and powerful person, a legend reborn, provide assistance to alien people, and even to the Holy Kingdom, which he had never met before?
The Night Watch leader couldn't help but grow worried. This was something that wouldn't happen in the long-peaceful Kingdom of Re-Estij, or even the Bahars Empire. Only in a land without crises, or with powerful guardians who weren't obsessed with power, could an order develop that allowed even mediocre people to rise to power, one that prioritized stability over security. Only fools there would think it was natural for the powerful to serve the state, or even the nobility.

This is not okay.

Nine-Colored Black's mind was in a trance, and he didn't even hear the voice that Dust called to the freed slaves from the palace balcony, from the hilltop where he had defeated the Demon Queen. His mind was only slightly distracted, and he was awakened by the roar of the tsunami that erupted from every corner of the city. And...

The blazing light that swept over!
light.

Light is everywhere.

The light illuminated the palace and baptized the city.

At this moment, the mountain where the palace stood and the vast land below it all emitted a faint halo of light. Along with it, the healing power flowed through every limb!
Is it... healing magic?

No, it wasn't. It was something far more powerful and subtle. Pavel had been to the Theocracy before; he knew of its custom of holding large services during festivals and performing group healings on the participants. However, even during such festivals, healing a single devout church member would require the combined efforts of at least ten second-tier faith magic casters!
A subtle sound emanated from within his body, and those few hidden injuries he had sustained in the past healed at an unimaginable speed. However, as one of the Nine Colors, he had already experienced countless baptisms of healing magic. What remained within him now was a chronic illness that could not be cured by conventional healing techniques.

Is it the legendary sixth-tier magic, capable of healing an entire army at once? Or is it something even more powerful than that?

The cheers and praises from below the palace grew louder and louder. Even many disabled people who had lost their limbs, eyes, or ears regained their bodies. They looked at their own limbs in disbelief and shouted out joyfully. And all the voices merged into a unified tide.

"Hero! Savior! God!"

The leader of the night watchmen shuddered suddenly. At this moment, he finally understood something.

The man before him was truly a true 'hero'. He possessed not only the strength to protect his people, but also a heart to protect and heal them—a stark contrast to the Archmage Fluder, the guardian deity of the Baharuth Empire, who, while defending against foreign enemies, acted solely for the sake of exploring magic. The potential to become a king truly lay in this man's hands.

Only the powerful can become the enshrined guardian.

But the one who has power, and is willing to show it for the weak, is the chosen king.

Even more fortunate, unlike the two neighboring nations where royal authority was deeply entrenched, the woman he served, Her Majesty Calca Besares, was young and beautiful, both her looks and talents among the best in the world. Aside from her overly kind nature, which prevented her from forcefully uniting the northern and southern powers, she possessed virtually no flaws.

A young woman who is unmarried but will eventually get married as a ruler, and who doesn't even have a single rumored boyfriend.

And this is really the best news.

The thunderous applause continued. And at this moment, Nine-Colored Black, who was devoted to his country but always hated politics, made the most important decision of his life.

........................

Wu Chen exhaled silently.

The protective barrier, enhanced to its maximum effect by the supermagic technique and then upgraded, exerted a greater effect than he had expected. With this, the meaningless speech he had just given should not cause any negative problems.

He hates public speaking.

Because he's really not that good at dealing with people.

On Earth's Sakurajima, the effects seemed good due to external assistance. But here... Wu Chen glanced at the many survivors within the protective barrier at the foot of the hill. The moment he raised his hand, no one spoke anymore.

"Your days of suffering are over," he said, and his voice echoed throughout the alien city.

"Now, go gather resources and search for treasures. Take everything you can from this city."

"I will take you back to your hometown!"

Louder cheers rang out. Among those who were healed under the protective barrier, the strongest and most experienced ones stepped forward and rushed in all directions, while the elderly and weak with less mobility remained in the place where the remnants of glory were the largest, kissing the consecrated ground and praying loudly to him.

It feels better than expected.

He had expected many people to suffer from PTSD, afraid to step outside the protective barrier, and then to cause chaos and disorder. However, he saw many night watchmen joining the crowd, and working with some of the more prominent survivors to maintain order, which did explain the situation.

So he turned around - the night watchman's leader was still standing respectfully not far behind him. Their eyes met in the air, and the latter immediately lowered his head.

It's a little... weird.

"Is my answer okay?" Wu Chen asked casually.

"It is an honor for all of us in this city to listen to your grace. I have never heard a more perfect speech, Lord Daxter."

Is...is that so?
Wu Chen blinked. He felt as if the veteran Ranger's attitude towards him had suddenly changed dramatically. Before, he seemed to be in awe, but now it seemed to be tinged with a layer of fanaticism. It was as if he had suddenly become his boss, not just some passing technical expert.

It feels... so weird.

"But Lord Dust, there's actually one thing I'm not clear on..."

"Uh?"

"You just said you wanted to take everyone back to their hometown. May I ask where this hometown is?"

What kind of nonsense is this? Can you bring him back to Nairn?

"Of course it's your Holy Kingdom." Wu Chen tilted his head. The unilateral congestion in his brain helped him think better. "Is it because there are too many people and it's difficult to accommodate them? But considering the supplies and wealth that can be taken away from this city, it should be enough for these people to live without relying on state aid."

The Ranger in front of him was suddenly stunned. It was as if an invisible hammer was hitting him hard on the head.

"You...you mean to share some of the wealth in this city with the survivors here?" His voice was a little stammering.

"Not just a part, but all of it." Wu Chen waved his hand. What use was there for him to have gold, silver, and jewelry? They weren't resource points, and they would just take up space.

Ah... there's something I almost forgot.

"You all played a part in this. You and your men helped me a lot during the previous stealth mission. Anyway, you guys will divide up what you've collected... Remember to leave a carriage for me. By the way, if you have any books or magical materials, please put them in the carriage for me."

What he said should be easy to understand.

However, the man in front of him stared at him intently after hearing what he said. It was unclear whether he was looking or just in a daze for several seconds.

Then, the warrior named Pavel Baraja nodded vigorously and hurried away, his steps firm, as if he had received an order.

Obviously, he is not Wu Chen's subordinate.

(End of this chapter)