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Chapter 120, page 119: The sky has fallen, the Demon King wants to fight me one-on-one.

"What? The Demon King wants to fight me one-on-one?"

In the study of the capital, Gu Yuan was shocked.

Upon hearing this news, he felt as if the sky were falling.

Seria leaned against the doorframe, letting out a cold laugh: "What, you admit you're the hero?"

Gu Yuan was taken aback, coughed lightly, and tried to regain his usual tone: "Really? You must have misheard."

The Demon King's opponent is Namenlos, but what is his relationship with Gu Yuan?

Although it was a disguise he created himself to cover up the truth.

This counterattack was swift and fierce, catching him completely off guard.

"snort."

Celia raised her chin, crossed her arms, and slowly walked into the room: "You know perfectly well whether I heard you correctly."

"You can fool the royal family, but you can't fool me."

She stopped in front of Gu Yuan:

"Enough with the fuss, let's get down to business. What's your take on this news?"

She deliberately slowed her speech, repeating the fatal news, "The Demon King will challenge the legendary hero to a duel in the land of swords."

Waiting for that human named Namenlos—to draw the hero's sword.

".—" Gu Yuan's mind was already in complete turmoil.

How can he possibly see it? He can just sit and watch.

Originally, I just wanted to use this pseudonym to divert attention from all sides.

While their attention was indeed diverted, this directly led to an invitation to a final battle from the ultimate boss.

This is completely unpredictable!

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, Gu Yuan said in as calm a tone as possible:

"Then I can only wish Lord Namenlos victory."

"Although—the probability is slim."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze falling on Seria with a hint of barely perceptible probing:

"Speaking of which, as the strongest among the elves, what are your chances of winning against the strongest among the demons?"

In the past, Gu Yuan would have believed that Celia would easily defeat the Demon King.

But after the "beheading incident," he was no longer so sure.

In terms of total magical power, Celia absolutely crushes the competition.

However, the Demon King is a monster skilled in both magic and martial arts, while Celia is a pure mage. If they get close to each other, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Do you distrust me, or do you look down on me?" Celia raised an eyebrow, her tone arrogant, as if she had heard a trivial question. "Just a mere demon lord."

Gu Yuan carefully observed her emotions and did not detect the slightest reluctance.

Oh right, I almost forgot, she possesses spell reversal magic.

"I understand." Gu Yuan nodded, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart. "So, your answer is one?"

"I refuse." Celia's answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. "What does the fate of humanity have to do with me?"

She walked to the window and gazed at the night view of the capital city outside:

"Furthermore, can that Namenlos really pull out the Hero's Sword?"

I don't think so.

.....

How heartless. Gu Yuan's heart sank.

Going there will only lead to certain death, because the Sword of the Hero can only be drawn by the strongest person recognized by the world when the world is on the verge of destruction.

If they don't go, the Demon King's army will be pressing in, and the Demon King, unable to find a "hero," may use this as an excuse to launch a full-scale war, which would also be a dead end.

Unless, one abandons everything in this world and retreats completely to the mundane world to eke out a living.

Just when there seemed to be no solution, he suddenly remembered the key information about the challenge: the "time limit".

"Three months—the Demon King gave me a three-month deadline," he muttered to himself, his mind racing.

If I remember correctly, it will be almost four months before we can open the door to the second "world".

Damn it! A month's difference in timing! A sharp, teeth-grinding feeling surged through me.

"What's wrong?"

Seria turned around, a mocking smile playing on her lips, accurately catching his anxiety. "You're not a hero, what's your hurry?"

Gu Yuan stared at her, knowing full well that she was deliberately provoking him, but he had no intention of refuting her.

The most urgent task is to find a way to buy time, even if it's just for a day or two!

What if the next world is a resource-rich, high-martial-arts world?

What if he can find the power to break the deadlock there?

Gu Yuan looked intently at Celia:

"I'm not in a rush, but I want to become stronger. Is there a quick way?"

Celia seemed to have heard a joke, and coldly replied, "Yes, but why should I tell you?"

"Furthermore, Gu Yuan, aren't you taking the power of magic for granted?"

"Without immense magical power, even the most powerful magic cannot unleash its full potential. Your 'Slicing Spell' is an exception, but that's all."

"However—" she changed the subject, drawing out her words, "I can give you a chance."

"If you're willing to break the control stone ring for me, then, if I'm in a better mood, I might go and fight in your place, helping you buy some time."

"I've been curious about the Demon King's strength for a long time."

Gu Yuan fell silent. Solve it? Absolutely impossible.

He is able to maintain some balance now because of the restrictions imposed by the stone ring.

Once the problem is solved, he will be the first one to suffer.

But how did I begin to shoulder the fate of humanity in this world?

The strong help others, while the weak must save themselves.

A long-neglected, most basic rule of survival suddenly pierced the fog in his mind like lightning.

He suddenly understood.

"Thank you, but no need." Gu Yuan's voice returned to calm, even carrying a hint of relief after a heavy burden had been lifted.

"?" Celia's smile froze, a huge sense of confusion welling up inside her.

Gu Yuan stood up, straightened his robes, and his previous panic vanished, replaced by a calm and decisive demeanor.

"If the Demon King wants to wait, then let him wait."

"You're right, Namenlos might not be able to pull out the Hero's Sword. In that case, I don't think he'll actually appear."

"If the Demon King launches a full-scale war because of this, the vast unified empire will certainly not stand idly by."

"As long as they can stall for a month—"

The rest of the words were left unsaid.

A month later, the world will change, and the gate will open. He will return from another world, and perhaps then he will possess the power to break the deadlock.

Therefore, all we can do now is wait.

With that thought in mind, Gu Yuan no longer hesitated and turned to walk out the door.

"A month later? What?" Celia was taken aback by his sudden change of heart and unfinished words. She quickly caught up. "Explain yourself! Is it really that hard to untie me?"

"It's not difficult." Gu Yuan stopped at the door without turning around, his voice calm but undeniable. "But not now. Let's talk about it in three months."

After saying that, he left, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the corridor, leaving only a resolute silhouette.

Seria was completely cornered, frozen in place, staring in the direction he had disappeared.

A surge of anger welled up inside me—a feeling of being mocked, belittled, and with nowhere to vent my frustration.

What a stubborn and eccentric bastard!

She wanted to see if this man, who was pretending to be calm, could remain so composed when the Demon King's army actually attacked, besieged the city, and caused widespread suffering!

"Creak—!"

His five fingers suddenly tightened.