Hero? I'm just here to borrow power!

"The world doesn't like me because I'm a monster."

"Bai Ye may indeed be a monster, but that's okay. Because I'm a monster too, and it's fine for monsters to be together."

"We have an appointment..."

"I believe you."

"Sorry……"

Erii's emotions and thoughts, like a gentle tide, flowed from the depths of her soul into Byakuya's perception.

Having sensed all of this, Bai Ye used the absolute power of "Wuwei Transformation," which touches the soul, to forcibly re-fix and condense her soul, which had begun to fade and dissipate.

At this moment, he was determined to snatch her back from the clutches of death.

She was a girl whom even the world disliked.

From the moment of its birth, it existed to become the vessel for the White King's descent.

Even her family relationships and life were "fake".

But Bai Ye doesn't need the world to like her.

If the world doesn't like you, then all the things it gives you are "false".

I will be the one to like you, and I will be the one to give you "truth".

As her body was reshaped, Erii's crimson eyes slowly opened, and reflected in them was Byakuya, who was smiling and reaching out to her.

"Welcome back."

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 156 The Black King Awakens

Repairing Erii's body was more difficult than Byakuya had imagined.

This is not just about replenishing vitality.

Because for this girl who was destined to become the vessel of the White King, her body, from the moment of her birth, was itself an imperfect, unfinished product.

She has to regularly consume a special serum extracted from Deadpool's fetuses to barely survive; her life is like a fragile sandcastle built on quicksand, which could collapse at any moment.

If Bai Ye didn't possess the "Transformation of Nothingness," an ability that can directly reconstruct at the soul level, then even if he had other ways to repair her life force and damaged body that had been exhausted by the White King, she would still eventually perish again due to the collapse of her physical genes.

That's just a matter of time.

But the "inaction transformation" of the Cursed Spirit Master is precisely this kind of unreasonable power that is enough to reverse fate.

Whether it's a congenital genetic defect or a physical disability.

The moment Byakuya's cursed hand touched Erii's very soul, all of that ceased to be a problem.

Byakuya did more than just repair Erii's dying body by reshaping her soul; he went a step further and completely reconstructed the foundation of her entire body.

By fixing the shape of her soul, he corrected the defects in her genetic sequence that had been eroded by dragon blood, so that she was no longer the pitiful vessel that needed to rely on external objects to survive.

He even integrated the remaining, yet powerful, forces belonging to the White King within her, transforming them into something that belonged to her.

He transformed the curse that had plagued her for over a decade into a power she could control in the future.

The world won't give you a healthy body.

But I will give you a perfect soul.

As Bai Ye slowly withdrew the cursed hand, and Erii's long eyelashes began to tremble slightly, she truly felt for the first time the sensation of being completely freed from the body that had been cursed for over a decade.

She saw the patched face on Bai Ye's face, which looked somewhat grotesque, disappear like smoke, and what followed was Bai Ye's familiar face.

He is smiling at himself.

Along with that smile came a feeling of ease her body had never experienced before.

It was as if the shackles that had been weighing her down had been shattered at this moment. She could feel her heart beating strongly and her warm blood flowing joyfully through her veins.

The world that had always hated her seemed to show her tenderness for the first time at this moment.

"Welcome back."

Bai Ye said softly.

The next second, Erii threw herself into Byakuya's arms.

She buried her face deeply in his shoulder, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, as if trying to merge her whole being into his body.

What princess imprisoned atop a tower could refuse a knight who descends from the heavens like a god? He wreaks havoc on the entire world that was your enemy, and then snatches you back from the cold grasp of death, after you had long given up hope.

For Erii Uesugi, the eighteen years of her life before this were a dark and colorless silent film.

This moment was undoubtedly the happiest moment of her life.

……

However, looking at the deeply moving scene of reunion before me...

Because his position was not calibrated when he fell from a great height, the angle of his landing was slightly off by a few degrees, and he unfortunately fell into the Pacific Ocean. He barely managed to run all the way from the coastline to the battlefield, soaking wet.

At this moment, her beautiful, wet, long black hair clung tightly to her cheeks and neck, the ends still dripping with cold seawater. Her once cute little dress was now soaked through and clung miserably to her body.

Her golden eyes, burning like molten lava, suddenly lit up, and her silver teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

How could this be? It's impossible! I, Jormungandr, am the undisputed number one beautiful girl among the dragons! In terms of looks, figure, and personality, how could I possibly lose to a red-haired, mute Japanese girl who can't even speak properly?

What kind of taste does Bai Ye have now?

At this moment, Xia Mi even felt a little resentful of the overwhelming visual advantages that her dragon bloodline gave her.

Even from a distance of nearly a thousand meters, her golden eyes could clearly discern every subtle expression on the Japanese girl's tear-streaked yet incredibly happy face, which was resting against Bai Ye's shoulder.

hateful! hateful! hateful!

I was here first... No! That's not right! Now is not the time to spout those loser-dog quotes!

Xia Mi shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off all the chaotic thoughts that flooded her mind like bullet comments.

"Hello--!"

The next second, Xia Mi shouted loudly and waved her arms vigorously in Bai Ye's direction.

She tried her best to appear innocent and naive, shouting as she walked towards the couple who were embracing tightly, as if to say, "I didn't see anything because I was nearly a kilometer away."

Unfortunately, Erii didn't know Natsumi.

She only thought of the beautiful girl who suddenly appeared as an ordinary passerby, and did not react to her thoughtful, proactive, and friendly gesture of making room for her and Baiye to be alone together.

Having just awakened from a nightmare that had lasted for countless years, she was now like a child desperately lacking security, greedily indulging in Bai Ye's warm and solid embrace.

"It seems you have already defeated the White King, my 'Monster' gentleman."

When Xia Mi finally reached Bai Ye's side, she felt her eyebrows twitching uncontrollably.

Because her "strategic approach" had absolutely no effect, the red-haired Japanese girl was completely immersed in her own world with Byakuya, oblivious to everything else.

Therefore, she could only suppress the volcanic displeasure in her heart and take the initiative to ask.

When she spoke, she deliberately emphasized the words "my monster," as if to emphasize some kind of ownership.

However, Erii still did not react at all.

Only after Bai Ye reached out and gently patted her long, soft red hair did she reluctantly leave his embrace.

Byakuya was able to fully understand Erii's feelings.

After all, having touched her soul, he had witnessed firsthand how she struggled to return from that endless darkness and the impending cold death.

That immense fear, spanning life and death, would be too heavy for anyone, so it's perfectly normal for her to need comfort at that moment.

"She doesn't understand Chinese."

Looking at Xia Mi's golden eyes, which were fixed on Erii and filled with dissatisfaction and wariness, Bai Ye responded in this way.

In fact, Byakuya always communicated with the Hebi-hachi family in Japanese.

After all, he had spent a long time in Japan in the previous world, so his Japanese was so fluent that even the most native Japanese speakers couldn't tell he was a foreigner.

After being comforted by Byakuya, Erii obediently stood aside, quiet and still like a delicate and fragile doll.

Her appearance only made Xia Mi more and more annoyed.

However, at that moment, Xia Mi's expression suddenly changed.

She seemed to sense something instantly because of her bloodline.

The immense fear that welled up from the bottom of her heart, enough to make her forget all her romantic feelings, immediately made her lose all interest in Erii.

"He...is awake."

Xia Mi's voice instantly became dry and hoarse.

The depths of her golden eyes, which had been burning with the flames of jealousy, now reflected an emotion called "fear."

In this world, there is only one being who could instill such profound fear in a first-generation monarch.

Bai Ye had already sensed something during her conversation with Lu Mingze.

"You mean?"

Bai Ye looked at Xia Mi and asked softly.

"Yeah. That's right."

Xia Mi nodded with difficulty, her face turning paler than ever before.

"Our father, who is also our mother, the creator of the Dragon Civilization, and the final judge of Ragnarok."

"The Black King Nidhogg has... awakened."

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 157 Ragnarok

Beneath the Arctic ice cap, in the eternal night three thousand meters below.

A kind of ancient, heavy pulse was trembling violently at a terrifying frequency of more than four hundred times per minute.

That's not a heartbeat.

That's the heartbeat of the entire planet.

The most sophisticated and expensive instruments inside Greenland's earthquake monitoring station all collapsed simultaneously.

The countless cracks that exploded on the screen, like the branches of the Yggdrasil root system that supports the world in mythology, suddenly broke off all at once.

Then, the communication cables that stretched across the entire Alaskan coastline and were laid across the icy seabed all failed. Lava-red heat surged wildly from the broken cables, turning the entire Arctic Ocean into a boiling, foamy soup.

He spanned a long period of six eras.

Now I have awakened from that endless slumber and the movements of the fetus.

When his rugged, mountain-like, jet-black back first tore through the ancient ice layer thousands of meters thick, the entire Eurasian continent groaned in unbearable agony.

That is no longer the form that any known "organism" should have.

It was a moving mountain range, a breathing abyss, an endless, eternal night, a catastrophe itself formed from its own essence.

When that enormous body, covered in hideous bluish-black bone armor, stretched out, it was already over a hundred kilometers long.

Between the opening and closing of his enormous, canyon-like gill slits, he spewed out a deadly dust storm composed of countless phosphorescent organisms, as dazzling as a comet. With a casual sweep of his tail fin in the ocean current, he unleashed a Category 9 tsunami hundreds of meters high off the distant west coast of Alaska.

The towering cliffs of Alaska, as solid as the ends of the earth, crumbled as easily as a child's castle made of building blocks under the massive waves that could swallow a city.

“Bahamut…”

In northern Norway, near the Arctic Circle, at a secret observation station belonging to the Kassel College.

An elderly Arab professor from Cairo University, whose ancestry rating was "A," was staring intently at the cloud map in front of him. On that map, a massive, dark shadow, too large to be measured with any known unit, had already swallowed the entire Barents Sea.

He was too close to the end. The terrifying Black King bloodline had caused the complete collapse of the proud bloodline within him, and now bright red blood was uncontrollably spilling from between his lips and teeth.

Seventy-three major volcanoes around the world erupted simultaneously within the same minute.

The tranquil crater lake atop Mauna Loa volcano in Hawaii was completely vaporized in just four minutes by the terrifying heat conducted from the Earth's core. The famous California Rim in North America resembles a giant biscuit that has been violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand. The Golden Gate Bridge, a landmark in San Francisco, emits a mournful cry from its sturdy steel cables, like the mournful cry of a dragon on its deathbed.

The apocalyptic flood predicted by the Mayan prophecy that would destroy the world has finally arrived.

But what was falling from the sky and surging in the towering waves was not rain, but hundreds of millions of tons of melted polar glaciers and boiling magma forcibly extracted from the depths of the mantle.

In the last image transmitted back to Earth from the Kassel College's Norwegian observatory, everyone saw that the boiling Arctic Ocean surface was slowly rising like a mountain range.

A pure golden pupil, larger than a mountain peak, slowly opened amidst the surging waves.

In that enormous pupil, large enough to reflect the entire starry sky, a pattern resembling a burning star ring was reflected.