Gratitude, reluctance, the heavy burden entrusted to her, fear of facing the future alone, and the overwhelming attachment that threatened to drown her.
With trembling hands, she carefully accepted the two gifts.
She lowered her head, her thick eyelashes hiding the turbulent emotions within.
She simply gripped the Leaf Brooch tightly in her cold fingers, then let her gaze linger on the ring for a long time.
After a moment of silence, she made a bold move.
She gently slid the Ring of Endurance onto the ring finger of her left hand.
The size was surprisingly perfect.
The cold metal pressed against her skin, gradually warmed by her body heat.
She tightened her fingers, feeling the ring’s presence, as if by doing so she could hold onto some illusory promise.
The act was silent yet heavy—a resolute vow pressed deep into her heart.
Whatever resolve she made in that instant, only she herself knew.
Shi Hanfeng’s attention was elsewhere.
Giving her the items felt more like completing a mission.
His gaze lifted, passing over Aili’s head, toward the ominously glowing Green Moon in the night sky.
By now, it was almost time since he had arrived.
It was time.
Before leaving, it was only fitting to deliver a parting gift to that petty deity who loved to roll dice in the shadows and saw mortals as toys.
“Alright, let’s part here.”
His voice returned to its usual tone, even lighter, almost cheerful.
“Lastly, I’ll show you a ‘magic trick’.”
He turned, his face showing no trace of the previous heaviness—instead, a lighthearted, almost playful smile rose, as if he was truly just about to perform a party trick.
He didn’t wait for Aili to respond to the complex emotions the ring evoked, nor for her to say anything.
He briskly turned away, striding toward a sparsely vegetated hill nearby.
Aili stood rooted to the spot, watching his figure fade into the distance.
Her left hand unconsciously caressed the ring on her finger.
A gentle, almost sorrowful smile surfaced once again, her eyes shimmering, yet lit with an unyielding light.
That gaze was less a look of farewell, more like the eyes of someone watching a Knight setting out on an expedition—full of trust, dependence, and an indescribable possessiveness.
She whispered softly, almost inaudible:
“Mm, my dear Knight…”
On the hilltop, Shi Hanfeng stood against the night wind, his golden hair and cloak fluttering.
He took a deep breath of the crisp night air of this world, then focused.
He reached out, his mind sinking into the Backpack Space only he could sense.
The next moment, a strange artifact shimmering with faint golden light appeared in his hand.
[Void Treasury (One-time)]
It automatically unfolded and transformed in his palm, emitting a low, melodious hum, faint and mysterious light flowing between its intricate components.
From the moment he obtained this tool, he knew exactly how to use it.
Not only was it in line with the expectations of the God of Mischief, but he also wanted to relive the unforgettable scenes in his memory.
With this face, holding this object, and the moon as a symbol—if he didn’t use that move at least once, it would be a disservice to himself and to this extraordinary interdimensional encounter.
A thought mingling nostalgia and excitement flashed through his mind.
He focused all his will, infusing it, and locked onto the simulation target he’d rehearsed countless times within.
[Divine Fire Judgment: Zero Power]
This sword was famously a weapon of pure love—Kevin, Siegfried, even the similarly simulated Otto—everyone who wielded it was the epitome of devotion.
Now, he too wanted to savor the thrill of the Pure Love Warlord.
Target: the Green Moon hanging in the night sky—the source and symbol of Goblin power.
He revealed a near-maniacal grin, joy and destructive urge burning together in his eyes.
He muttered under his breath, his words carried away by the wind.
“Even though I have no one I love yet, sometimes I wear the Bull Warrior’s Mask…”
“But it’s fine—I can still protect pure love. In any world, pure love could never be Goblin. Come, bear the wrath of the Sword of Pure Love!”
“Divine Fire—”
“Draw!!!”
[Void Treasury], simulating the[Divine Fire Judgment], erupted with an overwhelming brilliance!
A torrent of terrifying energy instantly condensed, transforming into a massive pillar of fire like a spear of judgment hurled at the gods!
It roared, ascending with explosive force, threatening to tear the sky asunder and scorch all creation!
The light was so dazzling, so pure, it turned night into day, even causing the Silver Moon to pale in comparison.
Zero point zero one seconds later, the destructive stream crashed into the surface of the Green Moon at a speed beyond thought.
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
Then—
A silent, devastating explosion bloomed across the moon’s surface—a death flower so terrifying and splendid that all life on the continent could witness it.
BOOOOOOOOOM–– !!!
It was as if the rumble from the depths of the world only now arrived, the earth trembling under the cataclysmic roar.
Visible to the naked eye, monstrous cracks spiderwebbed from the point of impact, spreading across the entire moon.
Countless shards of green light and debris spewed from the wounds in the moon!
A gigantic, fearsome fissure was etched across the sinister Green Moon.
Its ghostly glow flickered several times, finally dimming, visibly weaker.
The entire continent fell into a deathly silence, then erupted into unimaginable chaos.
On the Observatory Tower of the Royal Capital, a Mage’s Crystal Ball slipped from their hands and shattered.
Deep in the Forest, Ancient Creatures opened their eyes in shock.
In the Border Villages, villagers fell to their knees in terror, praying.
In dark nests, countless Goblins unleashed desperate, blood-chilling howls—their very lineage rent asunder.
Aili stood in the clearing, head tilted up, the mingled moonlight and residual energy illuminating her stunned face.
That destructive radiance burned in her pupils.
Yet, the gentle smile did not vanish—instead, it deepened, tinged with inscrutable meaning.
My Knight seems even stronger now… and harder to catch.
On the hillside, Shi Hanfeng stood tall amid the swirling wind and lingering energy, his cloak whipping.
He looked up at the gaping wound he’d carved into the Green Moon, a satisfied, brilliant smile on his face.
Too bad he couldn’t kill it, but still—the life force of these gods was unexpectedly strong.
Trash god, do you like this surprise from another world?
As he admired his handiwork, a calm system prompt echoed in his mind:
[Time limit reached. Preparing for return……]
[3…]
[2…]
[1…]
His figure began to fade, blending into the moonlight, dissolving in the mingled silver radiance and the remnants of the destructive fire, until he vanished completely from the hill.
On the empty field, only Aili remained.
The terrifying noises and unnatural phenomena in the world were gradually fading, but the hideous scar on the Green Moon in the sky bore undeniable witness to what had just happened.
She gazed at the spot where Shi Hanfeng had disappeared for a long time, then slowly raised her left hand.
The[Ring of Endurance]on her ring finger shimmered under the dim Green Moon.
She pressed the ring to her lips, imprinting a firm, gentle kiss.
“Wait for me, Teacher Rakshasa……”
She murmured softly, her voice carried away by the night wind, but her eyes burned brighter than ever.
“No matter where you are, I will find you.”
She didn’t know where he was.
She only knew that they would meet again someday.
Because three days ago, this girl had been given the redemption of her life.