This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 207 Give Me a Healing Spell
Blood, darkness, betrayal, slaughter, and memories repeated themselves almost endlessly. Nie Weiyang finally saw, from an outsider's perspective, how that human catastrophe occurred—he saw clearly how the white-haired assassin killed everyone.

But he didn't look away.

—I will remember all of this.

He struggled to his feet, falling to the ground each time. Something seemed to be reaching out to touch him in the darkness, but he chased it away. His body was holding him back, and his excessively high mental attributes seemed to be causing some problems, but it's okay... it's okay...

—I will remember all of this.

When another illusory hand reached out to him, Nie Weiyang drew the long sword from his waist and plunged it into his own thigh without hesitation!
'puff! '

Blood gushed out, blood volume dropped, and the pain, like being doused with ice water, instantly diluted the clinging illusion. He clenched his teeth, knelt on one knee, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Save him!" His voice was hoarse, but carried an undeniable command. "Stay away from me!"

The invisible forces around them retreated, and the darkness seemed to grow even thicker.

“Nie Weiyang, you should be able to sense… something’s not right with you.” The psychologist’s voice echoed hollowly. “You’re binding yourself, judging yourself, destroying yourself. You can feel it, can’t you?”

Yes. He knew it all too well.

—And that is precisely my strength.

"Nie Weiyang, how did you become like this?" Some familiar yet unfamiliar voices rang out, with a seductive tone. "You know what you should do, right? Look, everyone looks out for themselves... Wow, if that were really the case, you should have died long ago!"

Yes... I should have died long ago. The fact that my life has survived to this point is itself a miracle, a testament to the world's tolerance.

"Nie Weiyang!" A dead man's voice screamed shrilly, uttering his final curse: "You lackey! You're not even human! You deserve a horrible death, a horrible death! We only killed a few people, and you want to kill us too? How many people have you killed? Nie Weiyang, you are unforgivable!"

Yes……

……

……No.

No. I am human. Even if I bear sins and do not die a good death, I am still human—this world can accept me, and people can accept me.

And my body, past, present, future, and forever, will never again be controlled by instinct and desire!
And I will never... be swayed by anything again!
In the center of the illusion, the white-haired figure suddenly turned his head, like a blood-soaked killing statue, and thrust a sword at him, cold, swift, and without hesitation.

But a shield of light silently appeared, easily blocking the attack. The next moment, another short sword tore through the crimson background, and another white figure leaped out like a ghost. In the instant they passed each other, a flash of sword light appeared.

"Crack!"

The statue's pose is frozen. Its head has been cleanly and decisively severed and rolls to the ground.

The illusion shattered. From beginning to end, Nie Weiyang's true self maintained control.

He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the golden spear, and stabbed back!
"Crack!"

The sensation of the spear tip piercing flesh was clearly felt, and the light pierced the sky like a thunderclap.

Starlight-like fragments scattered behind him.

Fu Nian's face appeared there. She saw Nie Weiyang's eyes—those cold, calm, seemingly inorganic eyes, yet so terrifying. She felt her consciousness begin to dissipate under that gaze, and the vessel of her soul shattered. Her face was filled with terror and confusion, as if she didn't understand why she was there at all.

She couldn't utter a sound before her body vanished like a shattered star.

Almost simultaneously, deep within the old city prison, Fu Nian, who was asleep, suddenly gasped and his body jerked violently.

The next second, she began to gasp for breath uncontrollably, clutching her clothes tightly with both hands, and letting out painful hissing sounds.

The guards outside were startled and stared in disbelief at the unusual scene on the monitor. "Hyperventilation! Holy crap! What's going on? Does she have asthma?!" Exclamations and hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Another group of doctors were about to start their overtime shift.

In the mountains, Nie Weiyang rubbed his temples. As the people around him retreated in fear, he slowly stood up, calmly took out a thermos and opened it.

A strong, warm smell of blood wafted out, but it merely blended into the surrounding environment. He closed his eyes and strolled back slowly like an old cadre taking a walk, leaning against the lucky charm and taking a sip.

His clothes were clinging to his drying blood, and a negative effect called [Dried Blood] appeared in his status bar, but next to it, a positive effect called [Blazing Light] also appeared, shining brightly.

[[Bloodless 1]]
Upgradeable

You refused to drink the blood of your own kind; your powerful will tore through the barriers of desire, once again. But this wouldn't last forever, you know.

Now, your power has been purified and enhanced, but the symptoms of blood thirst will gradually intensify.

As a vampire, you have lost the right to unlock the bloodline skill tree.

As a human being, a crown will place you on the selection list.

Is this a test, or a path to destruction?

[[The Will of Light 1]]
Upgradeable

You resisted the temptation of the dark bloodline, that's wonderful!

Your strong willpower has enhanced your abilities, and your Paladin class skills are now all more powerful. Furthermore, your frequently used skills have gained a [Conviction] evolutionary tendency. If the evolution is successful, the skills will acquire the [Radiant Light] prefix and possess power commensurate with it.

As a creature of darkness, you have gained a normal damage immunity to light-based abilities, and you are now considered a pure-blooded human.

As an Ordered being, you have gained 30% immunity to all [Dark Impulses].

As a paladin, a sword will draw you into the selection list.

Is this a test, or a desperate journey?

Um……?
Something I didn't see last time appeared.

Nie Weiyang took another gulp of blood, licked his lips, and watched his health bar rapidly increase, as did the other bound health bar. He touched the tattered Zhenhui, pondering the two effects on himself—then, quickly, he gave up thinking about it.

There's not much information, but overall it's a good thing.

"Give me a healing spell!" Nie Weiyang shouted to the healers behind him.

"Hmm?" The doctors exchanged glances, and after a moment, one of them carefully cast a healing spell on Nie Weiyang.

The light fell on Nie Weiyang, but he didn't show the pain typical of dark creatures. Instead, he squinted, feeling the warm energy flowing through him. The doctors' eyes widened, confirming that he had indeed been healed. They quickly separated two of them and began to rapidly replenish his health.

"Thank you." Bathed in light, Nie Weiyang smiled, his fangs, now restored to their original length, flashing by. Even though he was used to casting healing spells on people, it felt like he was seeing light for the first time.

This was indeed the first time, across two playthroughs, that he had been healed by a healing spell without suffering any harm.

So this is what it feels like to be bathed in light.

he thinks.

Dawn broke again, bathing him in its light. He looked down at his shadow.

He knew that behind the light, darkness existed, remained, and would always exist. He knew that his path ahead held more than just light, because the past could not be severed, rid of, or destroyed; because the past could not be retrieved, those seemingly non-existent mistakes would forever remain in his memory, and that flawed self would forever watch over him. And because what he was about to do was something meaningful, and nothing meaningful in this world is simple.

But—who the hell cares?
(End of this chapter)