This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 679 - 592 God Above Gods Aio’s Blessing_2

Chapter 679: Chapter 592 God Above Gods Aio’s Blessing_2

That was a pure and sacred flower, a white gold rose, blossoming within Amberser’s mind.

A warm sensation instantly spread throughout his body, giving Amberser a sense of peace he had never felt before.

This was the Holy Light responding to Amberser’s prayers, continuously releasing a gentle power to heal him. Had he been a typical mortal, this bath in the Holy Light would have rendered him immune to all diseases and slowed his aging process.

But now, Amberser no longer possessed a real body, so the power of the Holy Light acted entirely upon his soul.

Peaceful, comfortable... all distracting thoughts were dispelled by the Holy Light, leaving behind only pure comfort and satisfaction. Originally, Amberser’s memories held much more pain than joy, as his life had been full of turmoil and constant separations and deaths, with only brief moments of happiness.

But at this moment, these painful memories resurfaced, yet they did not cause Amberser pain. Instead, under the comforting influence of the Holy Light, they gradually became blurred, as if he had come to terms with them.

Even though tears streamed down Amberser’s face, he felt the weight on his soul lightening, as if he truly had let go of the past.

This was a very good experience, and if he had fully embraced the baptism of the Holy Light, Amberser might have been able to completely leave his past behind and truly come to terms... However, as the images faded, Amberser suddenly furrowed his brows like someone waking from a nightmare.

When he reopened his eyes, he felt as though his chest was blocked, and he could not expel the feeling no matter what.

The painful memories that should have faded became clear again, then transformed into a tsunami that overwhelmed him.

In that instant, he relived his past dozens of times.

The overwhelming pressure made Amberser curl up on the ground in pain, only managing to crawl back up after letting out a piercing wail.

Amberser wiped the tears from his face and, with reddened eyes, looked around.

This was no longer the space inside the Magic Mirror but a beautiful garden. Nearby, crystal-like angels flew about, and children played in the distance; the sky was a refreshing blue, and even the shapes of the clouds were dreamily ambiguous, as if they could transform into your favorite shapes.

Even though he had never visited this place, Amberser knew where he was—the Divine Realm of the Lord of the Dawn, the Bliss Realm.

When people embark on a new journey, enter into a contract, or establish a political or romantic bond, they often seek the blessings of the Lord of the Dawn because this deity symbolizes new beginnings and hope. The Divine Realm of the Lord of the Dawn is filled with vibrant vitality, as if one never needs to worry about the future here, each day welcoming a bright new future.

But Amberser’s red-eyed, fierce appearance was somewhat out of place here; he could only take deep breaths, trying to calm himself down before taking a few steps into the white, pristine gazebo ahead.

The strikingly handsome and young deity was sitting inside the gazebo, waiting for Amberser’s arrival.

Amberser approached the supremely holy deity and respectfully bowed.

"Respected Lord of the Dawn, I am honored to come to your Divine Realm."

The Lord of the Dawn spoke calmly, "You do not respect me, nor do you feel honored. If it is because you are accustomed to insincerity and cannot speak the truth, I can forgive your deception. However, I am curious, why do you reject my blessings?"

Just moments ago, the Lord of the Dawn had used his power to soothe Amberser’s spiritual wounds.

This was absolute benevolence, without any effect of mental control.

Like seeing a weary traveler covered in wounds, the Lord of the Dawn simply wanted to give Amberser the strength to embark on the next part of his journey.

But Amberser had rejected it.

As he was about to completely calm his emotions, Amberser violently expelled the Holy Light’s power, causing those sad memories to resurface and, in turn, inflicting even greater spiritual trauma on him.

The Lord of the Dawn could not understand, but to prevent Amberser’s soul from being destroyed by the clash of two forces, the Lord of the Dawn had no choice but to withdraw his divine power, allowing Amberser’s soul to fall back into the mire.

Amberser massaged his still-throbbing head and said, "Experiences bring memories, and memories have shaped who I am today. Respected deity, perhaps your power could have brought me peace, but by forgetting this pain, the character that I have forged through so much suffering would change. I might become as energetic as I was in my youth, but also as impulsive, and I would recklessly forge towards another future instead of continuing with my current plans."

The Lord of the Dawn shook his head, "That might not be such a bad thing."

Amberser helplessly said, "But there’s nothing I can do, so many friends and companions have died before me, so much error and helplessness reside in my memory, they’re gone, and to just let go... they would hate me, it would be a betrayal."

Not to mention Mr. Misfortune’s death, Amberser had spoken lightly of it, but the scene of his sacrifice was so vivid, that feeling of helplessness manipulated by fate was so acutely alive.

Let go, forget, and then move forward?

Then Amberser felt that his life would forever be missing a piece, and if even this feeling were to fade, would there be any trace of Mr. Misfortune left in this world?