The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

In the dark mental space, a scene suddenly lit up without warning.

Su Yuehe witnessed the beginning of chaos, the first star ignited in the darkness, and its light traversed billions of years of solitude to reach her.

She saw countless galaxies gather like dust, swirl, and collide, sketching magnificent nebulae on the canvas of the universe.

The scene shifts rapidly.

On the azure planet, lava and lightning rule the wild land, giant beasts roar, and the gods of the sky cast cold glances.

The spark of civilization was ignited, and tiny, fragile creatures carved their totems on the stone walls.

A magnificent city rose from the ground, only to be reduced to ruins by natural disasters and man-made calamities.

Countless races, countless civilizations, countless heroes and villains, enact the cycle of rise and fall on this planet.

This is everything that Baal, the leader of the demons, witnessed in his long life.

Su Yuehe's consciousness was forced to experience all of this at a speed that surpassed time.

She became a slave under the scorching sun, building pyramids for the pharaoh, the burning pain of the whip lashing her back was crystal clear.

She became a charging knight, raising her longsword for empty glory, only to have her chest pierced by the enemy's spear.

She became the emperor of the empire, sitting on the cold throne, savoring endless loneliness.

An era was but a fleeting moment in her perception.

The rise and fall of a civilization is but a fleeting moment.

Joy, sorrow, anger, despair, love, hatred... billions of living beings and countless emotional torrents rushed into her spiritual world, which she had only nineteen years of experience in.

Her inner world was just a small bowl, but now it's trying to contain the entire Pacific Ocean.

At first, she was able to persevere with her strong willpower.

But she quickly lost her way.

Who is she? Where is she? What is she doing?

The starlight in her eyes began to twinkle wildly.

She saw An Changqing, Long Ao, Chen Guan... These familiar faces flashed by among countless unfamiliar faces, and were instantly submerged.

She tried to grasp at anything, but couldn't grasp anything at all.

Her consciousness was being completely dissolved by this ocean called time.

Finally, Su Yuehe saw a picture of herself.

A little girl sat on the steps of the Speaker's Hall, hugging her knees, waiting alone for her always-busy mother.

She waited for a very long time, from day to night.

That sense of grievance, loneliness, and small longing was so clear.

This is also the most profound memory in her nineteen years of life.

But the next second, that memory also faded.

It is mixed with the memory of a princess waiting for a knight, the memory of a wife waiting for her husband on a distant expedition, and the memories of countless others who wait.

Then, it becomes unimportant.

When memories no longer belong solely to oneself, is that person still her?

The last glimmer of light in Su Yuehe's eyes went out.

His entire mental world shattered in an instant.

On the field, Chen Guan opened his eyes.

He saw Su Yuehe's body sway slightly across from him, and then her body slumped forward.

A hand reached out and caught her shoulder just before she fell.

It's Su Jin.

Suddenly, this dignified female speaker appeared in the stadium.

The stadium was eerily quiet for a moment.

"The winner is Chen Guan from Huaqing Academy."

The referee's voice finally broke the silence.

"Feel sorry."

Chen Guan's voice was so soft that only he and Su Jin in front of him could hear it: "I said I would do my best."

"Don't worry, kid," said Baal, the one who started it all. "That little girl's memory won't allow her to remember so many grand things. She'll forget everything when she wakes up."

"She will only remember that she was no match for your illusion magic and that she lost. It's that simple. There won't be any aftereffects."

Barr patted his chest and assured her that if there were any aftereffects, not to mention what would happen to Chen Guan, the Speaker would probably be furious.

As a demon god who frequently roams the human world, Baal does not wish to become the world's enemy.

Although it is now, it's only in name; there's no real Barr hunt. As long as it doesn't cause trouble, nobody cares.

At this moment, Su Yuehe, who was in Su Jin's arms, frowned slightly, as if she had sensed something in her dream, and unconsciously shrank closer to her mother's arms.

Su Jin's gaze softened for a moment. She looked down at her daughter, reached out, and gently smoothed the wrinkles between her brows.

"My daughter's will is second to none."

She looked up at Chen Guan again, but the warmth in her voice was not as gentle as when she looked at her daughter.

"To make her admit defeat in this way, you've won decisively."

"But, child."

Su Jin's title has changed.

"Some powers are double-edged swords; they can lead you to the pinnacle or drag you into the abyss. I hope you can wield them instead of being devoured by them."

After saying that, she didn't give Chen Guan a chance to respond. Holding Su Yuehe, she turned around and walked step by step toward the arena passage.

The medical staff jogged after them, pushing the stretcher, but dared not get too close, and could only trail behind at a distance.

From beginning to end, she didn't ask Chen Guan what methods he used, nor did she question him about why he went to such lengths.

She saw it all at a glance.

"Kid, this woman is more complicated than I thought."

Baal's voice rang in Chen Guan's mind, unusually solemn.

"The way she looked at you just now made me feel like she was about to find me no matter where I was hiding. Looks like I need to upgrade myself."

Chen Guan ignored Baal, his eyes fixed on Su Jin's disappearing figure.

Only after the figure completely disappeared did An Changsong on the platform regain his voice.

He cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to the ceremony.

"Now, I announce the final results of this year's National College Exchange Competition."

"Third place, Taipei College, Bai Huanran."

"Runner-up, Huaqing College, Su Yuehe."

"as well as……"

An Changsong paused, looking down at the figure standing alone in the center of the arena, his eyes swirling with emotion.

"Champion, Huaqing Academy, Chen Guan!"

The cheers paused for half a second, then erupted like a long-suppressed volcano, instantly engulfing the entire stadium.

Countless colorful ribbons fell from the sky, and dazzling lights focused on the coffin.

Bai Huanran walked onto the podium, stood in the third-place position, and remained calm.

The podium for the runner-up was empty; that spot should have belonged to Su Yuehe.

Chen Guan stepped onto the highest champion's podium, where staff members hung a medal made of special metal around his neck.

The medal felt cool to the touch, penetrating the skin.

Holy crap, we won! Coffin Bro is awesome!

Although we won, something feels off about the atmosphere.

[Nonsense! You knocked someone's daughter unconscious in front of their mother. How could the atmosphere be right? That's the Speaker of the Council!]

[But why do I feel like the Speaker isn't angry? The way she's looking at Chen Guan is so strange.]

[That's the scariest part, okay? A big shot's anger is never written on their face.]