Bighorn Bull is in charge of leading, and I, Beria, am in charge of raising it.

After the dark energy completely dissipated, her color timer once again lit up with a steady blue-white light. Her eyes, torn between emptiness and clarity one last time, finally shattered the shackles that weighed heavily on her soul under the encouraging gaze of her father!

She took a deep breath, like a drowning person finally surfacing, and waved her hands wildly.

Belial had anticipated this. The instant she felt uneasy, he had already silently extended one hand towards Lym.

The back of that hand still bore the marks of the battle. The deep gash in the web of the hand, from forcefully gripping Mold's axe blade, had not yet healed. Even the slightest touch brought excruciating pain.

But he simply held his hand firmly in front of her eyes, waiting for Lyme to grab it herself.

Just like ten thousand years ago, in that underground laboratory in the ruins, when he first reached out his hand to that little girl huddled in the isolation pod, waiting to die in despair.

This made Lem's eyes light up. He clung tightly to Belial's arm, burying his face in his father's embrace, remaining silent for a long time. His grip on Belial's arm only tightened.

It was as if if she let go, her father would disappear from her sight, leaving her all alone, returning to that darkness filled with despair.

Beria did not urge her.

He simply adjusted his position slightly to make his daughter more comfortable in his arms.

Then, with his other hand, he gently patted her back, silently and tenderly comforting her.

One, two...

He was also humming some soothing tunes from time to time.

Just like ten thousand years ago, when Lem was still struggling to escape that nightmarish experience and was having recurring nightmares, Belial would always gently stay by her side, dispelling the gloom that shrouded her heart.

Finally, with Belial gently patting his back, silently and tenderly comforting him, Rem loosened his grip on Belial's arm a little.

Her shoulders trembled, and with the bittersweet feeling of finally having her father's support and no longer having to force herself to endure, she burst into tears in Belial's arms like a child.

While crying, she moved her hands to touch the wound on Belial's shoulder that she had personally cut with her Eight-Point Light Wheel, and then desperately cast a healing beam.

The occasional muffled sobs were filled with self-reproach and guilt.

"Waaah... Dad... Dad! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry...!"

"It was me... I hurt you with the moves you taught me... I almost caused you to die together with that guy... If it weren't for me, Dad, you would have dealt with that guy long ago... I'm so sorry, I'm the one who dragged you down..."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked up. Her slightly reddened eyes stared straight at Beria, and her voice suddenly became extremely soft, as if she were saying goodbye to someone she couldn't hold onto.

“Maybe…maybe I really shouldn’t have survived. Like Mold said, I was just an experimental subject. If I had died on that planet, or even in that madman’s lab, you wouldn’t be so badly injured. Maybe…maybe I shouldn’t have come to this planet, shouldn’t have become your daughter…”

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Belial, who had always doted on and indulged Rem, broke his silence and shouted angrily.

He raised his hand and cupped Lyme's face, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, his body visibly trembling.

But it wasn't because of the pain from his injuries, but because after hearing his daughter say those words, he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart that wanted to grind Mold to dust, and the deep heartache and pity he felt for his daughter.

Seeing the somewhat startled look in Lem's eyes, Belial's voice, which had just risen, quickly lowered. He met Lem's gaze and continued, enunciating each word clearly.

Although his tone was no longer as harsh as before, every word was like an inscription carved on a stone slab, leaving no room for doubt or rebuttal.

"Don't listen to that bastard's nonsense! You're not some experimental subject! You're Lyme, my daughter, Belial's daughter! What right does that bastard have to define you? Who does he think he is! He doesn't even dare to point fingers at my daughter!"

With that, Belial released his hands from Lym's face and pulled her back into his arms. He lowered his head slightly, his chin resting lightly on Lym's head, and continued speaking with a firm tone, as if stating a world truth that had been repeatedly proven.

"You are my daughter! No one else's opinion matters! That bastard's opinion doesn't count! Even your own opinion doesn't count! Only my opinion counts!"

"As long as I'm alive, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he wouldn't be able to take you away from me!"

"If you feel that you shouldn't have survived in the first place... then it's not your fault, but my dereliction of duty as your father, failing to protect you! I should be the one apologizing to you!"

"So, you better remember this, Lem..."

“I’ve always been so grateful that you were willing to be my daughter.”

"To be chosen by you and recognized as your father is the greatest blessing of my life, Belial!"

"Dad... Daddy... Waaah... I'm so scared, Daddy... I'm so afraid I'll never see you again, I really don't want to leave you... And it hurts so much, it hurts so much I want to die, but I just can't... Waaah—!!!"

Lyme had never seen his father so serious and earnest when they were alone together.

This caused the nascent thoughts of self-abandonment that had just begun to sprout in her heart to vanish instantly under the rare directness of Belial and the almost overflowing paternal love he showed.

Just like when she was a child, she gripped Belial's fingers tightly, as if grasping at a last straw. Her psychological defenses completely collapsed, and she began to pour out her despair and helplessness when she was being controlled.

However, without realizing it, Lyme's words also contained a sense of confidence and pride.

yes……

I am Lem, daughter of Belial.

No matter what enemies I encounter in the future, my father will always be by my side! There's nothing to be afraid of!

Of course, from now on, I must train even harder...

I don't want to be that burden, passively waiting for my father to rescue me and causing him to fall into a disadvantageous situation...

Instead, I want to be a warrior of light who stands tall and stands shoulder to shoulder with my father, someone who can make my father proud!

but now……

Just this once...

Even if it's just for a little while...

Let myself be a little longer, a child cherished and pampered by my father...

Chapter 33 Rem: Stealing the Young Master?! Dad, are you going to blow up the Land of Light?!

After rescuing Lym and averting an attack on the Silver Cross, Belial prepares to return to the battlefield.

Before leaving, Belial, worried about potential monster attacks or other unforeseen circumstances, also took out some portable miniature plasma sparks from his four-dimensional storage device for Rem to use in self-defense.

Well, there aren't many, just a little bit...

There were only 100,000 neatly arranged pieces.

So much so that Lym, whose emotions had gradually stabilized under Belial's comforting words, was completely dumbfounded when he looked at the azure energy cubes piled up into a small mountain in front of him.

Wow, that quantity...

Dad isn't thinking of blowing up the Land of Light and taking the invaders down with him if things get out of control, is he?!

"Dad...you...you didn't leave it all for me, did you? What are you going to do then?"

"Huh? Are you underestimating your old man? This is just a part of the stock... Don't forget, over the past ten thousand years, I've been making and storing these things whenever I feel like it, and now they're coming in handy."

As Belial spoke, he stuffed one of the energy cubes into Lym's hand, giving him a long, rambling lecture.

“Take these, and call the Silver Cross members over as well, and have each of them take a little. It’s very simple to use, just press the trigger button on top and throw it. But be careful when using it, you just saw it, this thing is quite powerful, so when you throw it, don’t throw it near your own people.”

Lyme looked down at the palm-sized, azure cube in his hand, then looked up at the magnificent little mountain in front of him that was still flashing blue and white light, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

In the past, she would probably have joined Uncle Jian in complaining that her father was being overly anxious again.

With 80,000 portable plasma sparks, is he planning to arm the Silver Cross Army, which should be saving lives, into a plasma artillery regiment?

But having personally experienced this crisis that struck without warning and understood its perilous nature, she finally understood her father's good intentions. She also realized that while her father could go along with her in other matters, he was always exceptionally strict when it came to training.

It wasn't that she didn't work hard enough, nor that she lacked talent, making her father ashamed to look at her...

Rather, her father was looking too far ahead, back to the moment he picked her up from the underground laboratory ten thousand years ago, when he was already preparing for today's war.

Thinking about it this way, Lem was filled with mixed feelings and his admiration for his father grew even stronger.

Little did they know, Belial was indeed preparing for a war to invade the Land of Light...

However, that was to guard against the Aliens Empera.

Unexpectedly, through a series of unforeseen events, it was used in the war waged by the Gua Empire.

"In short, I need you to stay here and protect the Silver Cross Army. If you encounter enemies you can't handle, immediately send Ultra Signatures and use these gadgets to buy time. I will return with reinforcements as soon as possible to rescue you."

Seeing the adoring look in his daughter's eyes, Belial, though not understanding what the girl was thinking again, couldn't help but smile slightly.

As he spoke, he slowly lifted off the ground, preparing to fly towards the main battlefield.

"Wait... Dad! Your injuries haven't healed yet! At least...!"

"You won't die, don't worry. Remember to remind the Silver Cross to stick together as much as possible. I'll come and take you home once the fighting over there is over."

Despite Belial's pain and feeling like his body was falling apart, he waved his hand dismissively as if nothing was wrong, even though he was clearly in excruciating pain.

He then took out his cultivation armor and wrapped himself up completely again.

Before Lem could say anything more, he pushed his speed to the limit, transforming into a silver streak of light and quickly disappearing into the horizon, flying towards the front line of the battlefield.

Lem, meanwhile, kept his head tilted back, watching Belial's departing figure.

Until the familiar figure could no longer be seen from sight, Lyme lowered his head and wiped away the tears on his face with his still slightly trembling hands.

Then he picked up some of the energy cubes and turned to walk toward the Silver Cross commander who was busy in the makeshift first aid station.

She knew that her father was just putting on a brave face despite his injuries.

But she also believed that her father would definitely come back.

Because in these ten thousand years, her father, who has always valued promises, has never broken his word on anything he has personally promised her.

Therefore, she will guard this battlefield without gunfire for him and do her best to rescue the wounded sent down from the front.

Meanwhile, after flying far enough away to make sure Rem wasn't chasing him, Belial finally let go of his proud fatherly pride and trembled all over in pain, as if suffering from a cramp. He plummeted downwards, nearly crashing into a crooked crystal pillar.

Fortunately, before the war began, Belial had specifically adjusted the parameters of the training armor, removing its restrictive effects on the wearer and retaining only its basic defensive capabilities.

This allowed Belial to quickly reach out and grab the edge of the pillar as he fell, keeping his body suspended in mid-air and barely managing to maintain his balance, preventing him from crashing straight to the ground.

Then, despite the pain, Belial mustered his strength and climbed to the top of the pillar. Like a fish thrown ashore, he lay sprawled on the pillar, gasping for breath.

"Ouch... Damn it, that hurts like hell! That scoundrel Mold, I'm going to skin him alive!"

"Speaking of which, other transmigrators have systems to help them cheat, allowing them to rampage and slaughter everything in their path. Why am I the only one without one? Is that reasonable?!"

Muttering curses, Belial, lying face down, instinctively reached out a hand to touch the wound on his back.

However, due to the severity of his injuries, even a light touch through the armor would cause him to tremble with pain, forcing him to abandon the idea.

Meanwhile, the suppression function, meticulously calibrated by Belial, was faithfully fulfilling its duty, firmly locking the particles of light that continuously seeped from the wounds inside the armor.

This made Belial appear from the outside as the unscathed, high-spirited Silver Clan warrior.

But only he knew just how chaotic the scene inside the training armor was at that moment...

Ultimately, the Gu siblings, who were once the pinnacle of villainous power in the original story, are not so easy to deal with.

Belial was able to catch Mold off guard by taking advantage of Mold's carelessness and underestimation of his opponent's strength on their first encounter. This was thanks to the results of his years of hard training and the boost from his maxed-out rage.

However, if they were to engage in a head-on, one-on-one duel, without resorting to any trump cards, including the portable mini plasma spark, Belial might not gain much of an advantage.

Along with the dark energy ray that Mold unleashed on Belial while he was desperate to save his daughter, it was practically a health bar-disappearing spell.

If he weren't in the Land of Light, with the Plasma Spark Tower providing a constant source of energy, Belial wouldn't even be able to lift a finger, let alone return to the battlefield; he would have been extinguished long ago.

Now, at the edge of the wound that was nearly pierced by Mold, the silver-red skin is attempting to heal at an extremely slow pace. But each time it heals, it is torn apart again by the dark energy remaining deep within the wound, and then it heals again... This cycle repeats endlessly, like a dull knife cutting flesh, constantly eroding the dark energy.

Of course, if Belial had followed Lyme's advice and stayed with the Silver Cross to receive treatment with specialized equipment, his recovery would have been several times faster.

However, after confirming the intruder's identity, Belial didn't dare to "waste" even this little bit of treatment time on himself.

He had already spent enough time realizing that Lyme was in danger and had abandoned the front lines without authorization.

Although Belial ultimately prevented a crisis of rear collapse and ensured the safety of the Silver Cross, he also heightened Mold's vigilance towards the Land of Light.

Therefore, to prevent the reckless bull, who only cared about charging forward, from unwittingly walking into the trap set by the other party after he left...

Even though Belial had an external brain, he dared not delay for a moment, no matter how much pain he was in.

At worst, once we get to the battlefield, I'll just be responsible for giving advice and strategies.

As for Jian...

With his muscle-bound brain and his style of only caring about the thrill of battle, he probably couldn't wait to completely abandon thinking and just wait for Belial to point and strike.

So he merely lay there, resting for a few seconds to adjust to the pain. Then, Belial struggled to his feet and continued flying towards the battlefield!

Then, just as Belial was trying to concentrate and only wanted to get to the battlefield as quickly as possible...

Little did Belial know, as he complained about lacking a "system" and "cheat code" to power, a black and red figure was faintly appearing behind him. The figure's expression was filled with utter disdain.

"...Hmph, brat, I've helped you so much, and you still have the nerve to complain? Do you really think you could beat that guy without my help? Who was it that said they could live a better life than me even with their eyes closed?"

"...However, regarding the Ultra Spirit..."