Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 1097 - 775: Completion of the Three Great Trials! _2

Chapter 1097: Chapter 775: Completion of the Three Great Trials! _2

All that Ares contemplated.

"Leave there as quickly as possible, then seal the entire world, find a place to hide, I will personally resolve the rest."

"They must not leave Bisal alive!"

After discussing the details of the entire plan, Ares ended the call.

Patrick sat kneeling in place, dazed.

Emotions flickered in his eyes, his clenched fists loosened and tightened, but ultimately he gritted his teeth and made a firm decision.

"I’m sorry, Father, I didn’t mean to deceive you, but if you find out I’ve already used the ability of Metamorphosis Rebirth once..."

"I’m afraid you would never establish me as the heir to the throne."

Patrick held a special ability, not ordinary limb regeneration, but the ability to restore even after catastrophic destruction, even his head could be shattered and regenerated.

But such ability was not without cost.

Although he regained a life, the practitioner forever lost the possibility of advancement.

In other words, Patrick would remain at the Fourth Tier Peak state for his entire life.

For the king of the Silver Dragon Clan, this was absolutely unacceptable.

So he killed the first investigator, the Beard Man and others, and concealed this crucial information from Ares.

Even lied, downplaying Roger’s precise strength.

Even though he was aware that such actions would bring terrible consequences, when he thought about losing that position, Patrick was still willing to take risks.

"Leave here first, the rest can wait until Father arrives."

"There will be a way, there will be a way." Patrick kept comforting himself.

...

In the endless darkness, Roger couldn’t even feel his own existence.

In the distance, there seemed to be a vague light guiding him.

Voices came from around.

Like people whispering quietly, or the sound of weapons clashing, no, more like a song?

Or the gasps of men and women in intercourse.

With each step, the sounds were completely different, as he kept getting closer, the distant light became more apparent, and he gradually saw the scenes shrouded in the light.

A flickering lantern and an ordinary wooden house.

"Hunter’s Cabin?"

With a chaotic mind, Roger mechanically walked until he came to the door, reaching to touch the door panel.

"You’ve arrived."

A voice sounded, and the next moment the house before him shattered abruptly, tearing apart the surrounding darkness along with it.

The shattered fragments stabbed into Roger’s body like sharp blades, in the swirling chaos, Roger saw the shattered earth, collapsing hills, and reverse-flowing rivers.

Countless crying faces.

This was a collapsing world.

The next moment, consciousness was reinvigorated, Roger suddenly opened his eyes.

Holding a stone bowl in his hand, with a green viscous liquid inside, Roger lightly sighed and shook his head helplessly.

These were the scenes he saw while unconscious, and even after awakening, they would occasionally flash.

In the depths of his consciousness, the embers left by the burnt billboard had left distinctive writing.

"High Mountain Trial completed!"

"Three Great Trials completed, initiate the final mission."

The broken world.

"Mighty Demon Hunter, you have completed the Three Great Trials with an extraordinary degree of completion, tempered physique, resilient spirit, formidable strength, forged soul!"

Save the world near collapse after the Celestial Spheres’ convergence, collect the manifestations of Rule Fragments, find the way home.

You are not only saving a world but also saving yourself.

Mighty Demon Hunter, your power comes from that world, leaving an indelible imprint on your soul.

World destruction, you will cease to exist.

That is your starting point, and also your return journey.

These writings did not immediately disappear after Roger read them, but persisted in his consciousness.

As long as he closed his eyes, they would clearly appear in front of him.

The writings provided little information, but Roger already had a conjecture about his identity, though apart from these characters, the library also contained some corresponding information.

Celestial Spheres’ Convergence.

Now Roger no longer sees previous memories as mere games, a book appeared in his mind, detailing the Celestial Spheres’ convergence.

Dear reader, please imagine our world as a ship, sailing on the vast ocean.

Standing on the deck, we can see other distant ships, which are other celestial bodies.

These ships each carry cargo and crew, typically passing by at such a distance it is hard to see even with telescopes.

However, every few years, great storms occur on this cosmic ocean, fierce enough to push ships close to each other, sailing side by side. During such times, crew from one ship can move to another, cargo might spill to the neighboring ship.

After the weather calms, ships will separate and go their own ways.

That’s the most straightforward explanation, but what’s unrecorded above is if there are multiple Celestial Spheres’ convergences, world invasions, even during a fierce storm only one ship remains sailing.

What would happen then?

Now Roger knows.

A world ravaged and fragile rules.

In that vast ocean, the big ship has devoured all the other available ships.

But the storm grows fiercer.

In such circumstances, to save oneself, the captain can only leap out of this sea, go to other planes, plunder Rule Fragments, to repair this precarious ship.

A deep understanding arose in Roger’s heart, he knew he was not the only one sent out.

He suddenly thought of the rumored Lord of the Mist, that eerie rise in speed, that familiar sun insignia.

Could he be a noble from Nivagard?

"Do we share the same goal?"

Roger did not know.

The so-called Three Great Trials is just a standard, only achieving this makes one qualified to save that world near collapse.

Plunder the rules of this plane, convert them into manifestations through the Hunter’s Cabin, like the previous door and lantern.

Then find the way home, to give that world life.

Also to give himself life.

The broken ship sailing the ocean of planes, and Roger also thought of the undulating sea and isolated island in his Initial Awakening.

"What an interesting coincidence."

He couldn’t help but sigh.

"Ro... Roger, sir." Kenneth’s voice interrupted Roger’s thoughts.

"Where are we now?"

"Bisal, as for the specific location, I’m not sure."

Roger walked to Kenneth’s side, handing over the stone bowl in his hand.

"Drink it."

"Sir, I used a Forbidden Technique, and my essence was damaged, now you... uh... gurgle gurgle!"

Before Kenneth finished speaking, Roger poured the contents of the bowl into him on impulse.

Immediately he stepped back a bit, and unexpectedly separated from the silver armor.

Losing his control, the colored armor began to act autonomously, slowly merging with Kenneth lying on the stone platform.

"This is...?"

Kenneth looked surprised, then felt his soul merging with this powerful armor.

"This... it was left to you by Uncle Emil."

"I’m now giving it to you."

Roger pressed his hand on Kenneth’s forehead, "Concentrate, feel this armor, it is Emil’s last gift, although it doesn’t hold his soul, it has all his bloodline essence."

"And now you need to inject soul into it, bring it back to life!"

Tears sparkled in Kenneth’s eyes.

"This is a testament to your friendship, I can’t keep it..." Kenneth stubbornly said.

"Shut up."

"Isn’t he your father, as his son, it’s naturally your duty to inherit his legacy."

Kenneth opened his mouth, then let out a long breath.

"Regarding this, I’m very sure, Emil was really just my uncle, he told me this personally."

Roger blinked.

What kind of world is this...

Could it be that fathers can be mistaken, or is the Dragonkin world too chaotic?