Holding Eve’s cold body, Luo Ling’s consciousness seemed to collapse in an instant.
He remembered the moment they first met—Eve was like a ray of light, illuminating his dark world.
He remembered the days they worked together in the herb garden, sunlight warming her face, gentle and beautiful.
He remembered every night, her nestled in his arms, softly humming lullabies…
Those ordinary, happy moments had now become the sharpest knives, cutting into his heart again and again.
He had promised to protect her!
He had promised to be with her forever!
But now, she lay in his arms, never to open her eyes again, never to smile at him, never to call his name…
“Ah——!!!”
Endless grief, anger, guilt, and despair erupted in Luo Ling’s heart like a volcano!
He threw his head back and howled, a cry so fierce and sorrowful it seemed to tear the heavens apart!
At that moment, the “Mark of the Hero” on his forehead suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light!
The radiance, brilliant as the sun, pierced through the cottage roof and soared into the sky!
The entire Crescent Village was bathed in the golden glow!
A vast, warm, and sacred energy surged from the “Mark of the Hero,” flooding Luo Ling’s entire body in an instant!
Under the golden light, his wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His strength, speed, and senses all soared in an unimaginable way!
Several “monsters” that had charged into the cottage screamed in agony as soon as they touched the golden light.
Their bodies dissolved, vanishing into wisps of black smoke.
Luo Ling slowly raised his head.
His eyes had turned gold, blazing like suns.
Golden flames burned fiercely around him, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.
The “Mark of the Hero”… had awakened!
In his moment of greatest pain, despair, and rage, after losing the most important person to him, the mark he had always resisted finally awakened!
Samuel’s prophecy had come true in the way he least wished.
“Find…the culprit…”
Luo Ling growled hoarsely, his voice cold and filled with murderous intent.
He gently laid Eve down and softly closed her eyes.
Then, he stood up and walked out of the cottage step by step.
Luo Ling was no longer the young man who only wished for a peaceful life.
He was a Hero, chosen by the Holy Light.
And now—a Avenger!
The golden radiance surrounded him like a war god descending.
The “monsters” that had rampaged through the village began to tremble at the overwhelming aura he radiated, unable to approach.
“Kill!”
Luo Ling spat out a single word.
In a flash, like golden lightning, he charged at the terrified monsters!
The awakened power was destructive.
He didn’t even need a weapon—each punch and kick tore through even the strongest monsters with ease!
Wherever the golden light passed, monsters melted into black smoke like snow in the sun.
His movements were swift to the extreme, every strike a blend of violent beauty, vengeance, and endless sorrow.
The surviving villagers watched in stunned silence.
They had never seen Luo Ling so powerful—golden light, invincible strength—this was the true Hero!
Yet at this moment, the Hero radiated a chilling, deadly intent.
Soon, every “monster” in the village had been slaughtered by Luo Ling.
The ground was littered with the remains and black blood of monsters.
The entire village had become a vast slaughterhouse.
Luo Ling stood in the center, golden light flowing softly around him.
He looked around—the burning houses, the countless bodies, the eyes of the surviving villagers filled with fear and awe…
There was nothing left here worth protecting.
Eve was gone.
Everything had lost its meaning.
His gaze finally settled on the distant horizon.
That was where the Church and Kingdom lay.
But Luo Ling knew in his heart—the real enemy might not be there.
He touched his chest.
There, close to his skin, was the Potion Pouch Eve had given him—and the Serpent Emblem Dagger.
He would find the culprit.
He would have vengeance.
No matter who they were, no matter how deep they hid, he would drag them out and make them pay in blood!