The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Even though he was also a participant in this story, he felt a sense of detachment for a moment, as if he were watching an epic performance.

Everyone on this stage flashed through Ning Feng's eyes.

Each of their roles, each of them represents a symbol.

The gods were watching over Leonhardt.

Leonhardt watched over his people.

The people then turned their hopeful gaze to their heroic king.

For thousands of years, stargazers have silently observed the world from the outside.

Beyond that, this dilapidated and decaying world is also a grand stage, admired by the audience below.

The contestants, too, play the role of being observed in this stage play, each of them exposed to the gaze of the audience.

Each person is both an observer and an observed.

And what role did Ning Feng play in all of this?

Is it [Demon], the Overwatch contestant who has garnered immense attention?

Or is he the "prophet" that stargazers have been waiting for?

Is he the "savior" who saved everything in Bishop Charles's eyes?

Or perhaps the true savior in Ennhart's eyes?

From the perspective of observers of different backgrounds, his identity is multifaceted, ranging from evil to justice, from weak to great...

But in his own heart, he had always had an answer.

He is the Watcher.

He is a member of the Watchers, one of the forces that watch over this world.

And at this moment, just as he believed...

Ning Feng is the last guardian of this fallen divine kingdom.

Silently watch it, as it comes to its final end.

Chapter 241 The Curtain Falls (Volume 3, End)

【Oh~ melancholy boy~】

Ning Feng, who had been gazing at the sky without changing his posture for a long time, reacted to the teasing voice and turned his head to look at his shoulder.

Why does she look like she's about to cry? Is she feeling sad?

Sad?

Turning back to watch the world's demise in the sky, Ning Feng remained silent for a moment.

Perhaps his emotions were truly a bit off; Ning Feng didn't argue or stick his tongue out at Ariana. He sighed wearily and said softly:

"Actually... there are some."

Ning Feng understood Ennhart's thoughts.

Lai Enhart truly had no strength left to live; having achieved his goal, he no longer saw any point in continuing to strive.

As a king, he lost all his subjects, and his country was already destroyed.

As a person, his wife had passed away, his friends had sacrificed themselves for him, and his relatives had left him long ago.

There was nothing in this world that appealed to him.

His demise became inevitable and should not have been an accident.

The overly straightforward answer surprised Ariana, who had been prepared for a struggle. The black cat tilted its head and asked:

Why? Isn't it good enough for a hero to die a worthy death?

[In the end, it had an epic and magnificent conclusion, wasn't that pretty good?]

Is this situation really not bad?

Maybe so.

The hero, burdened with everything, ultimately did not succumb and successfully destroyed the evil god.

It seems like a happy ending for everyone.

but……

Even though I understand all this, I'm still a little sad.

The world before my eyes had returned to its original dilapidated state, with only decaying ruins and no sign of life.

Is this really the world they want?

The hero saved the world but did not receive the gratitude he deserved.

Peace is established by heroes, but no heroes enjoy peace.

Ning Feng was unable to fully accept this outcome.

Moreover, in this story, is there really anyone responsible for all of this tragedy?

That false god?

She should indeed be held responsible for more than 90% of the tragedy in this incident; she caused it all.

But is she really an unforgivable sinner?

Was it her own desire to become a god that forced her onto the path of divinity?

No.

It's a world where there's absolutely no hope.

It was a terrible era when gods sat high in the heavens and their gazes covered the entire world that created this tragedy.

"They were all pioneers, but later, for various reasons, they became what they are today, causing the tragedy that has lasted for thousands of years."

Previously, Ning Feng had already learned the true identity of the false god in this world from the Stargazer.

A god who died for special reasons.

Like the earliest pioneers, she was someone who made sacrifices and efforts to rebel against the gods, and dedicated everything to exploring the path.

However, he eventually became a fallen false god, a dragon that heroes needed to eliminate.

In this world, she is both the most clear-headed and the most confused being.

Ning Feng gently gritted his teeth, slowly exhaled, and withdrew his gaze from the sky.

This damn fate.

Damn!

The anger that had just risen in his heart dissipated as Ning Feng's mind returned to calm.

Anger is useless, at least not to a world that is no longer going to change.

Just as things calmed down, Ning Feng noticed the gaze on his shoulder and turned to look.

Gazing into those jewel-like crimson eyes, he spoke softly:

Are you going to laugh at my weakness?

How could that be?

You're quite adorable even like this.

At least now you're like a living, breathing person, not a cold machine that only sees profit and loss.

Speaking of which, why didn't you intervene in the end? Possessing divine authority, you had the power to change everything.

"No, that's enough. I respect Leonhardt's choice."

"We have interfered in this world enough; let it end the way it wants."

Ning Feng gently supported Xilin's waist and picked her up in a princess carry again.

"Besides, there's no way I'm going to stop here."

"There are still people waiting for me, and there are other things to do."

This is not a place for him to stop; this is only a small part of his journey.

"So, have you had enough of the realm of the gods?"

What are your thoughts on deities?

[Disgust? Or something else?]

What are your thoughts on this feeling of being almost omnipotent?

Is it that one becomes so engrossed in it that they embark on a path of following in the footsteps of the gods?

Or are they so afraid of it that they dare not set foot in it again?

She awaited his answer.

He lowered his head, looking at Shirin, whose complexion had become rosy from the constant repairs he had done with his divine power, and said softly:

"For the future I desire, such power alone... is not enough."

After witnessing the power of the gods, or even experiencing that power firsthand.

Ning Feng did not show any cowardice or fear, nor did he feel powerless in the face of such a huge gap.

While experiencing the pressure firsthand, he revealed his greed, or rather, his ambition.

In order to prevent the gods from bringing disaster to the world again, and so that we will not be without the ability to fight back when that time comes.

The authority of a mere false god...

not enough!

Ningfeng needs more support.

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