In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

So, even that older brother Ruslan can feel lost...

The four men made a huge stretcher in the forest, placed the white chimera on it, and carried the white chimera's body towards Ozark, each man holding one corner.

Luslan pursed his lips, neither apologizing nor saying anything else.

The atmosphere among the four people was unusually quiet.

Amidst this somewhat eerie atmosphere, the four of them returned to Ozark.

As dawn broke, several people carried a tattered white chimera through the center of Ozark.

It's right now, just as the market is opening, so there are quite a lot of people.

"It's a hunter, and what a huge monster..."

"Is that a chimera? Its head's been smashed..."

"Look closely, this chimera... it seems to be white?"

"Wait, white?"

"Upon closer inspection, it really is..."

The crowd naturally moved to the sides, making way for Ou Shen and his group.

The four men carried the white chimera away from the city center and headed southwest of Ozark.

After losing sight of Oshin and his companions, one person excitedly ran towards a building in the center of Ozark.

“This thing is too big, and there are pedestrians on the road. Let’s put it on the beach first, and then go and call Grandpa Cheyhun over.” Oshin didn’t turn around, but said to the people behind him.

“Okay,” Jimia and Lemoni replied.

Not hearing Luslan's voice, Ocean involuntarily turned his head to look.

Luslan was looking down, seemingly lost in thought.

However, he could keep up with Ou Shen's pace, as if he could know how Ou Shen would walk without even looking.

Ou Shen frowned, opening his mouth as if to say something.

“Oshin.” Jimia suddenly called out to Oshin.

Ou Shen looked at Jimia.

But she noticed that Miya's eyes were somewhat evasive.

“Let him… be quiet. I think I know… what he’s thinking.” Kimia sighed and looked at Oshin.

“…I understand.” Oshin paused for a moment, then nodded. “Let’s go to the beach.”

The group carried the chimera to the beach and put it on the ground.

“You’re back, children,” Rashtanaha’s voice echoed with the sound of waves and surf.

"Hey, Big Tree." Oshin waved and greeted him, "You're back."

"It seems things aren't going well?" Rashtanaha's gaze lingered on Ocean's left arm, which was bound by vines.

"Actually... it's alright." Ou Shen chuckled wryly as he rubbed his still numb shoulder.

He turned to the others: "Jimia, Lemoni, Luslan, I'm going to take care of my arm, wait for me... Luslan?"

As Ocean watched, Ruslan walked further and further away, heading towards the distant beach.

“…” Looking at Luslan, who had found a rock by the sea and sat down, Oshin pursed his lips and walked towards the cabin.

Around the tree trunk of Rashtanaha, Ocean saw another person.

"Aga? What are you doing here?" Ou Shen looked at this familiar face with some surprise.

They only had three acquaintances here: the old doctor Cheyhun, and the siblings from the tavern.

Aga is doing pull-ups on a horizontal bar that Rashtanaha has set up, and he's already leaving afterimages.

Hearing Ocean's voice, Aga stopped: "Ouyang, you're back! Your arm..."

"It's nothing, I can take care of it myself." Ou Shen waved his hand with a smile. "It's just a minor injury, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Aga swallowed hard as he watched Oshin walk into the cabin.

Those injuries don't look like minor wounds at all...

At first glance, it was a charred, burn-like scar covering his entire shoulder, with marks that stretched all the way to his face, as if he had been struck by lightning...

Ou Shen sat on the bed, took off his shirt, untied the vines, took a linen towel, summoned some clean seawater to wet the towel, and wiped the wound on his left shoulder.

"Uh--"

The wound on my knee has almost healed, but the injury on my shoulder shows no signs of improvement.

...Is it because of the direct bombardment of magic?

Ou Shen looked at the towel that had instantly become dirty and sighed.

He summoned seawater and poured it into a bucket. Ou Shen put the towel in to rinse it, and then pressed the towel back on.

Click.

The door to the cabin was opened.

All I saw was Aga walking in.

“Let me help you with this.” Aga took the towel from Ocean’s hand, his expression serious. “I’m a hunter too, so I know how to treat injuries.”

"Well, then I'll leave it to you." Ou Shen nodded, sighed softly, and forced a smile.

"Oshen, why do you look unhappy? You've clearly succeeded in the hunt." Aga wiped the towel on the wound, removing the necrotic scabs that were stuck to it.

Fresh blood flowed from the wound, but Ou Shen remained silent, his brow furrowed.

"Because...some things that can't be said." Ou Shen stained himself with a little of his own blood, looking at the blood with a worried expression.

He was troubled by... Ruslan.

Having grown up together since childhood and always by his side, Ocean considers Ruslan to be his closest and most trusted companion, besides his mother Doris.

Although he now has several Mia and Lemoni by his side, Ou Shen still knows who was originally there to teach him how to handle prey and who helped him attract the prey's attention.

Therefore, Ou Shen is very afraid.

Because Ruslan... is too weak.

This is an established fact; Ruslan, as a mere human, cannot keep up with his pace.

The two of them have been deliberately ignoring this point, dividing the work as evenly as possible to minimize the gap and conceal the fact.

Those who can't keep up can only look up at the back of another person as they gradually disappear from their sight.

Neither Ocean nor Ruslan could do it.

So Ruslan trained relentlessly, honing his physical abilities, but...

So, this time, will we still be bystanders?

Ruslan looked at the gloomy sky and murmured to himself.

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Chapter 564 Irrelevant Anger and Sorrow

Luslan sat on a rock by the sea, his eyes vacant.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth were clenched.

Crash—Bang!

The raging waves crashed against the rocks with a deafening roar, but Ruslan was completely unaware.

Lemoni looked at the rather lonely figure from behind and couldn't help but turn to Jimia: "Is Luslan... really okay?"

"...I don't know either." Miya leaned against Chimera, looking dejected. "I only know what he'll probably think, so...for now, let him have some peace and quiet."

I'm not reconciled...

Luslan's fingernails dug into his palms, and he trembled all over.

Not willing to give in...

I know, I know what kind of existence I am, and what the meaning of my existence is.

I have never lived for myself, but rather carried a mission, eking out a living in one era after another, living in a daze in one era after another.

I only know his general fate, but I don't know my own fate, whether destruction or something else awaits me at the end...

I've never been... the main character.

Therefore, it's understandable that we should feel somewhat powerless.

Looking at the human blood flowing from his palm, Ruslan slammed his fist into his knee.

Britain, Italy, Japan...

This is the third time! This is the third time already!

Is it not even allowed to simply want to be by his side as a partner at all times?

I am very clear about my position and have never considered myself a major character. But—I just want to be by the side of the person I admire and go through everything with him. Can't I even do something as simple as this?

"Damn it!—Damn it!" Luslan pounded his thigh again and again, blood staining the hem of his clothes.

He couldn't even withstand the first blow—just this much—just this much—

How can I continue to be a companion to Lord Anno on this path that belongs only to heroes?

Even if none of this is recorded in history, even if all traces of my existence are erased, even if my soul is a mere illusion that should not exist!

I also want to have a real adventure, a real adventure where I can stay by Anno's side!

but--

It will be discovered, it will be erased, it will destroy everything, it will affect...that one.

If I were to be exposed, this outcome would be inevitable.

"Damn it—damn it—damn it ahh ...