The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Why did the champion, who should have been enjoying all the praise he had won, end up with the loser at this moment?

Is this a show-off?

Is it an attempt to display the composure of a victor in front of the loser?

Or is it to display some false kindness to create a persona for themselves?

Turning his head to the side, Andrew hadn't even had a chance to see Ning Feng's expression when he was suddenly jolted back by Ning Feng's sharp retort.

???

"It's really too lonely to watch the sea alone."

He subconsciously took the wine glass that was handed to him, and when he looked up, he saw Ning Feng's expression.

"Have a drink with me."

Ning Feng acted as if he had simply escaped from a complicated social scene and was just looking for someone who shared his misfortune to have a drink with.

There was no smugness, nor any repulsive pity; he simply smiled calmly.

Ning Feng walked over to Andrew as if they were old friends, and leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance.

Looking at the sea, which had turned fiery red in the twilight sunlight, he began to speak directly:

"I've never liked these kinds of occasions, even though I'm not bad at them, I've never enjoyed them."

"Although I received a lot of training in the past, which gave me enough knowledge to know when to say what, I still don't like it."

Some things can't be made easier and happier just because you know how to solve them.

Don't understand?

The simplest example is a math problem.

You know which formula to use for the derivation, and you know where to pay attention; you are clear about all of this.

but!

The process of solving problems is torture; one wrong step and the whole thing is wrong. Only by being extremely careful can you have a chance to experience the joy of finally solving the problem.

Oh right, and don't forget to write down the explanation!

Ok?

Andrew didn't know what Ning Feng wanted to do by bringing up this topic, and he couldn't figure out what he wanted to express.

If it were someone else, or at another time, Andrew wouldn't mind chatting with Ning Feng a little longer, but he wasn't in a good mood right now.

So, he frowned and asked directly, with a hint of coldness:

"Is this all you came here to talk about? If you have something to say, just say it. I'd like to be alone for a while longer."

There's no need for insincere comfort; just speak your mind.

I don't need your pity.

His expression didn't show any embarrassment. Ning Feng, who had been interrupted, didn't seem to have the arrogance he displayed in the match at all. Instead, he tilted his head and said:

"Don't tell me you think I'm pitying you?"

!

The two stood by the window, wine glasses in hand, watching the white waves rolling in with the sea breeze. Ning Feng spoke directly about a topic that couldn't be discussed right now.

This suddenly piqued the interest of everyone who had been watching the scene; they were curious about what Ning Feng would do.

Only Shirin, who was dressed up in her finest attire and disguised with a feather mask, smiled as she sipped the fruit wine in her glass.

Only she never doubted Ning Feng's actions.

Seemingly oblivious to the strange atmosphere, Ning Feng looked at the sea, smiled, and shook his head, saying:

"Don't think like that. Don't worry. If I really pity you, I will approach you in a gentler way, instead of just coming over with two glasses of wine."

"I'm very gentle."

As he told jokes that weren't particularly funny, Ning Feng's expression gradually became serious.

“Andrew, perhaps you are resisting this outcome, feeling that you have gained some advantage, or even that you are not qualified.”

"But do you know what? In my opinion, your championship is absolutely genuine; you deserve this title."

Andrew's brow remained furrowed; on the contrary, his expression became even more serious after hearing those words.

What do you mean?

"At the very end, in that time that the audience can't see, I encountered some souls."

Ning Feng shifted his gaze from the reddish-golden sea surface to Andrew, looking into his eyes, which were as deep blue as the sea.

“Some people harbor resentment and bitterness towards the world; they are almost a polymer of various negative emotions. Their thinking is chaotic, and they are filled with anger towards everything in the world, wanting to tear everything apart.”

"But even among these monsters, there is one person they treat differently."

Ning Feng glanced deeply at Andrew, whose serious expression was gradually crumbling, and nodded with a smile:

"Yes, they are very grateful to you, and I think you know why better than I do, right?"

"You gave them the opportunity for revenge; you saved them."

"You are the one who found the stars in their long night, you are the star chaser."

This is not a lie.

In his final moments, Ning Feng, amidst his dissipating soul, truly sensed a complex and distorted aggregate of souls.

Just as he said, that monstrous aggregate truly felt gratitude towards one person.

Facing the hero who gave them the chance for revenge, facing Andrew.

For those souls, Andrew is the hero who gave them salvation!

Similarly, in mythological epics, heroes are not limited by their origins.

He could be a prince riding a white horse, or a fallen nobleman.

But he could also be the son of a blacksmith, a lowly slave, or a farmer working in the fields.

A hero's origins are irrelevant.

No one says the Joker can't be a hero!

He was crowned a hero, and as long as he could do everything a hero should do, there was no such thing as a "false hero."

There is only a second hero.

The world has never limited the number of heroes.

Moreover, Andrew has never been a clown.

How can someone who lives so diligently, strives tirelessly for the revival of his family, and constantly undertakes missions as a member of the Inquisition, never wasting a single day and devoting all his strength to these things, be called a clown?

He has always been his own hero.

And now, he is also a hero to those souls.

"So, what others think doesn't matter, as long as they didn't participate in the competition, right?"

"Besides, that lord's judgment can't be wrong, can it?"

You people don't really think there's something wrong with the ideas of the stargazer and the swordsman, do you?

After saying this, Ning Feng suddenly downed the remaining wine in his cup, then placed the cup on the railing and said:

"Alright, it's almost time, I should go."

time?

Andrew still doesn't understand why the other party wanted to help him, and Ning Feng's statement is the most effective way to help him get rid of the potential criticism.

Since the person in question has come forward to say that they don't mind and have acknowledged it, no matter how much others say, it won't make a difference.

With Ning Feng's statement, no one could afford to gossip about the final verdict against the Star Chasers.

The reason is unclear, but Ning Feng has directly reversed the situation he was in at that moment, and he is very clear about that!

"Where...where are you going?"

Andrew instinctively called out to Ning Feng, looking at Ning Feng with confusion as he immediately turned to walk away.

Turning around at the sound, Ning Feng answered with a smile without any hesitation:

"go home."

……go home?

This answer left Andrew and everyone else who had been eavesdropping and monitoring the situation somewhat confused and bewildered.

The previous developments were already astonishing, and Ning Feng's explanation not only did not diminish his brilliance, but actually added to it.

And now, at this moment when you could be enjoying honor and praise, you're thinking about going home?

"I'm going home to get some rest."

"……Why?"

Ning Feng's smile seemed to be veiled in gold by the glow of the setting sun, and his eyes shone brightly.

Revealing his most genuine smile since his appearance, Ning Feng's eyes filled with longing as he softly spoke:

"Because someone is waiting for me at home."

"I can't let her wait any longer."

His lover at home has been waiting, and if he continues to make her worry, it's not something a proper man should do.

It's time to go home.

After saying that, Ning Feng turned his back to everyone and winked his right eye at the stunned Andrew.

"Let's meet again next time, my friend."

Turning his back and waving, Ning Feng's voice quietly echoed in Andrew's heart:

("So, I'm leaving all the trouble to you. I'm leaving.")

("Enjoy this sweet pain.")