Chapter 1912

Zaafea's children did not understand why their father told them this story, but they followed his last wish and erected a nameless memorial for Ruin. He then stayed with the memorial and watched over the family. When Ruin opened his eyes again, an unknown number of years had passed. One day, a boy led two younger boys, his brothers, to the memorial.

"Someone, please... Save my brother..."

"I can save your brother."

"W-Who said that?"

"You can call me... Ruin."

The memory abruptly ended. Zaafea was suddenly attacked, a fireball hurtling toward him with a loud boom. He crushed the fireball with his bare hands and then looked to the side with a resigned expression. "Mr. Melton, you're being a bit unruly."

At this moment, Clint emerged from the woods.

"Who are you, really? This body isn't yours!"

"So what if it isn't?"

"Did you kill someone?"

a few," Zaafea

"You're the traitor."

not the

my divinations not work on you? Clint asked through gritted teeth. It was strange, too strange. He had

This made him suspicious.

If he could

there was a faint hint of corpse energy emanating from him. Even if he was not

joined the Unyielding Truth recently, didn't

for now. You're right, though. This body isn't mine, but

with

took a large step forward. However, after just a few meters, he was back by Clint's side. Zaafea looked at Clint

"You..."

"Even quasi-demigod-level

an inch within my formation, yet you manage to move a few meters just like that! Clint looked

myself,

how you view me, but I have no intention of harming you. You've sensed

he departed. Just as he took a step forward, he fell to his knees and spat out

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