As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

Before his death, he unleashed all his spiritual power, completely merging it into the earth, so that his true relatives could no longer approach the earth and could only wander aimlessly in the starry sky.

Now, he has been awakened by the prophet.

His will was restored, his soul returned!

A powerful spiritualist can rewrite reality; everything they say will come true.

……

Fourth update

The upcoming plot is a bit difficult to write, so I might have to update this time with a lot of chapters.

If I experience writer's block, there's a possibility I might only get two updates a day. But we'll try our best to consistently release three updates daily.

Those who break my heart must die: Chapter Thirty-Eight: Doing What I Can

All the Red Blades felt it too. That vast, ocean-like spiritual power surged across the earth and coalesced into a human form in mid-air. Its pure and dazzling radiance was so bright that it could pierce through the chaotic mist.

Despite having severed all human emotions, Chi Feng still felt an instinctive palpitation at this moment, and a nameless sadness flowed silently in his heart. Their cold, indistinguishable faces and thoughts were all affected by this, and two clear tears involuntarily flowed out.

Zifeng could not suppress the grief in his heart. His face was contorted in a fierce struggle, as if he were fighting against something, which made all the Chifeng soldiers feel a splitting headache.

Zifeng is the core of Chifeng; if it falters, all efforts may be in vain.

He couldn't help but shed tears, and with an extremely hoarse voice, his lips trembled as he uttered that name:

"Shang Yang, the great leader of the resistance..."

They had all experienced Shangyang's spiritual guidance during that period, and their thoughts were extremely pure and firm. As members of Blood Blade, they wholeheartedly supported that sun.

Today, they have become the Red Vanguard.

They should have shaken off the mental influence of that time.

But now, seeing him return still makes me feel like I've lost control of my mind.

Zifeng's body swayed, unable to control himself. He held the rusty curved knife in his hand. It was so decayed that the rust had peeled off and it was impossible to tell what it originally looked like.

Zifeng plunged the scimitar into his forehead, using it to begin physical cutting, while his mind stripped away any extraneous thoughts and emotions that could interfere with his success rate.

Finally, he drew his scimitar.

Crimson blood flowed down the sharp blade, dripping down.

Zifeng returned to his original state, seemingly unable to feel pain. His cold and hard face inspired fear, and all the Chifengs also returned to stability.

The flesh-and-blood monster attacked again, but the faint humanoid silhouette emitted a dim light. It gently raised its hand and did not speak again, but the entire Crimson Blade vanished from the scene without any reason, and no one knew where they had been transferred.

……

Chifeng Fortress.

The prophet's figure appeared on the ravaged land.

'Donglan' and the Prophet were not members of Chifeng, so they did not move to another place like Chifeng.

The moment the flesh-and-blood monster's attack landed, it only shattered a scarecrow.

Now, wisps of wandering spirits have risen from this fragmented land. They meander like tiny insects, not heading elsewhere, but instead circling around the prophet, eventually forming a blurry human figure.

"Prophet, you're back." Shang Yang was tall and imposing. Although his features were blurry, one could still vaguely discern his majestic and awe-inspiring presence. His words were calm.

But the prophet shook his head: "My main consciousness is still trapped in a vortex of madness and chaos, unable to escape. What I am experiencing now is merely the last gasp of my body's remaining strength, resurrected through Donglan's physical body. It cannot last long and will soon truly perish."

Shang Yang's voice gives people a feeling of extreme calmness and reassurance.

"I was also assassinated and died, powerless to reverse the situation, and could no longer protect this world."

The two remained silent; things had come to this point, and they couldn't even protect themselves anymore.

A prophet can go mad, but Shangyang cannot die.

The sudden death of the supreme leader caused the resistance to fall apart.

Humanity has lost its last hope.

The prophet gazed at the wandering spirits, which floated in the air like homeless ghosts. The prophet's face showed sorrow, as if he recognized what they were, and he couldn't help but sigh: "The remaining blood-stained blade has become the Crimson Edge."

This household name represents too many stories, but only one meaning remains unchanged.

"That's why I awoke." Shang Yang's body suddenly became ethereal, seemingly unstable, but he calmly said, "Hatred is born of blood!"

"You did nothing when you died, otherwise you could have taken a member of your family with you to your death." The prophet's words were sorrowful, like an echo in an empty valley, filled with a sense of etherealness.

Shang Yang was extremely tall, a figure that reached for the sky and stood firm against the earth. He whispered, "Because I heard it, a mournful cry from the depths of the earth. This cannot end like this; I should shoulder more..."

The two had been working together for many years; the madman had regained his senses, and the dead had been brought back to life.

There should have been so much to say and talk about, but at this moment, nothing was said. They just came over to say hello, and everything was understood.

The prophet gazed as Shangyang's spiritual phantom vanished, his deep eyes overflowing with even more sorrow.

How could the real Shangyang be so irrational?

He can only forge new paths in despair and create a bright sky in the darkness.

But he's become like this too...

The prophet did not leave; he stood in the mist of chaos, seemingly waiting for something.

A moment later, Tendou Kagura arrived at the Red Peak Fortress.

He was astonished to see the once-great city reduced to ruins, and then he saw the prophet standing in the ruins.

He came before the prophet.

Tendou Kagura immediately noticed 'Donglan's' gaze and realized that the female soldier in front of her was not the person she knew.

He was secretly on guard, but his expression remained calm and stern.

“I am a prophet,” Donglan said bluntly.

"Weren't you already dead?"

“My body is indeed dead, but my consciousness remains. The power left within my corpse has been received by Donglan,” the prophet said.

According to him, this was merely a manifestation of his remaining power, not even a primary consciousness; it was merely an illusion that wouldn't last long.

Where is Chifeng?

"They are protected by Shangyang. Their idea is good, and they plan to fight to the death. But sometimes the gap in strength is hard to bridge. Perhaps they can only be useful in the end..." The prophet's tone gave people a sense of unreality.

"Shang Yang's spiritual power before his death seeped into the earth and has now been awakened by me. I am currently battling against it."

In battles of this caliber, one cannot afford to be distracted and must give it their all; otherwise, even the slightest mistake will be exploited.

"..." Tendou Kagura gazed at the distant battlefield, only able to feel the ground trembling violently.

He did not activate his Dark Eyes, otherwise even a brief gaze would be noticed by a high-ranking expert—just like he was.

But even though he couldn't witness it firsthand, the fate of Chifeng Fortress proved that this was not a battlefield he could interfere with.

Yes, after all, it is an evil god that can corrupt the world. Even though it is only a follower, it is not something that ordinary people can stop.

Tendou Kagura fell silent.

"This is not your world, so why did you come here?" the prophet asked.

“I have heard that you have prophesied the coming of outsiders.”

The prophet shook his head: "I did not prophesy about you, but about someone else, but unfortunately he was unable to come."

"Even you, a prophet, cannot know my origins?"

The prophet shook his head again. Although he had some skills, he was not omniscient or omnipotent.

Then he said, "You should be the Descendant, this is the manifestation of your conscious self. If you die, it means your true body will also die. Don't you care?"

Kagura Tendou whispered, "I will do what I can do!" His words were soft, but extremely firm.

Daigo didn't go into the one-on-one fight with Gatanothor in the mindset of winning.

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Those who break my heart shall die: Chapter Thirty-Nine: Those Close to God

He bears the title of savior; how can he just retreat without a fight?

The prophet fell into deep thought. He had learned of Donglan's memories, but he knew too little about Tendo Kagura. He tried to follow the thread of his destiny to find the source, not because it was obscured by the mist, but because he simply could not see Tendo Kagura's past.

This person appeared out of nowhere, without cause or effect, and existed independently; this is an extremely illogical phenomenon.

Everything has a cause; this is the fundamental principle and the source of everyone's motivation. No one does anything without a reason. Even seemingly absurd and nonsensical behaviors have sufficient logical support, and careful examination can uncover the underlying causes buried beneath numerous fragments of events.

This is a complete cause-and-effect line; from this, one can naturally understand everything.

But this person is an exception. What are their demands? What do they want to gain? Or what goal do they want to achieve?

Suddenly, the prophet realized a possibility and was deeply moved: "You have come for the world itself?"

Now that the world is destroyed, he cannot find the causal link between the Heavenly Dao and Kagura. But even if the world still existed, he might not have been able to find it, because the latter's fate was connected to the world, which would have a concealing effect, making it difficult even for near-gods to see through.

Kagura Tendou spoke up: "I am the savior."

His words were calm, his expression stern, yet his demeanor was extraordinary, without a trace of affectation.

Even the prophet, with his vast knowledge, was somewhat stunned upon hearing this.

Do such people really exist?

Strictly speaking, when the whole world is plunged into despair, if there is still one person willing to stand up in a world of silence, he can indeed be called a savior.

However, in the realm of mysticism, this title has a special meaning, representing an extremely high status.

The prophet shook his head slightly, feeling that Tendou Kagura wasn't up to par, and said, "You have great potential, and your future path will be very bright."

This is Chi Feng and Shang Yang's revenge, and it doesn't really involve outsiders. Even in the most difficult times, he and Shang Yang didn't hope for the arrival of a savior or a god. Instead, they formed a resistance army to fight against the extraterrestrial monsters with their mortal bodies.

Kagura Tendou stared at the prophet and said in a deep voice, "If the world comes to an end and I run away, what kind of savior am I!"

"We must leave our hope for the future," the prophet sighed.