You Are the Finest Warrior

"To become stronger, I left the world of Heruka... because I wanted to avenge you."

"I understand your thoughts, but I cannot forget your suffering."

"I cannot forget the tragedy of Clawphire."

Golden sunlight.

It quietly illuminated every corner of the room.

Seeping into the unspoken silence.

Servia sat beneath the window, her platinum-blonde hair cascading freely down her back—unbound, smooth, and radiant, exuding an air of noble elegance.

Her head was lowered, her voice tinged with unease, for she had disobeyed Xu Xi’s orders.

Not only had she failed to protect herself,

but she had also willingly walked into danger.

"It’s alright, Servia. It’s all in the past now," Xu Xi reassured the brave warrior, urging her to continue.

The Lord of the White Crow Tower, the path to the Fifth Circle, the journey to save the world...

Encouraged by Xu Xi,

Servia recounted more of her experiences.

These were tales of miraculous adventures—ones Xu Xi had never anticipated, unique to Servia alone, impossible to replicate.

"So, the Lord of the White Crow Tower had already ventured to other worlds long ago."

"The path of salvation, huh..."

"I see. In opposition to the [Death] represented by the Endless Netherworld, Servia became the [Life] of countless living worlds."

At this moment,

Xu Xi finally understood why his warrior had been able to stand against the Endless Netherworld.

It was a clash of concepts and authority.

A battle between life and death, existence and nothingness.

But—

Why did this potential only awaken after his death?

Was this sacrificial trait of his never-ending!?

Sighing at his own misfortune, Xu Xi continued listening to Servia’s story.

Breaking through to the Seventh Circle with great difficulty, venturing into the Netherworld to seek her enemies, mastering the Soul Plane to dull the perception of the Immortals, and gathering strength to ascend to the Eighth Circle...

Servia seemed to have become the true Chosen Warrior.

An enemy to all Immortals.

Under the relentless pursuit of the Ninth-Circle Creator, she faced countless near-death situations, only to break through at the brink, wielding the collective yearning of countless living worlds to cleave the first ray of light into the Endless Netherworld.

"Servia... your progress is truly remarkable."

Xu Xi’s voice was laced with mixed emotions.

He was both proud of her growth and exasperated by his own sacrificial nature.

Was there really no way to clear the game without him dying first?

"So, Servia."

"Did you end up shattering the Endless Netherworld?"

Servia nodded. "Yes, Lord Wizard. I believed that as long as the Endless Netherworld existed, new Immortals who disregarded life would continue to emerge."

"I divided the Netherworld, distributing it equally among every living world."

"No longer would the dead be desecrated."

"Souls could reincarnate directly."

"And no longer would there be arrogant Immortals to toy with and distort the fate of worlds."

A breeze tousled the warrior’s platinum hair.

She smiled—bright, unburdened. "Lord Wizard, everyone can live properly now. No one has to suffer in such a dark world anymore."

A falsehood that craved validation.

Had become a genuine savior.

She felt no pride, no attachment to the praises of the people. She simply wished, in the purest sense, to see them live normal lives.

To tell her Lord Wizard that she had succeeded—that she had become a warrior worthy of him.

"Servia, you’ve done well."

Xu Xi responded to her hope.

Smiling, he gave her the recognition she longed for: "You’ve grown into someone truly outstanding. You are, without a doubt, the finest warrior in my eyes."

No flowery words.

But Servia was overjoyed.

Her eyes sparkled, her lips curving into a graceful arc as she began sharing other matters with Xu Xi.

"Lord Wizard, everyone in Clawphire has been restored too."

"Did you reverse time, Servia?"

"Yes, Lord Wizard. I didn’t want them to perish as undead. They deserved to live normal lives."

"What about Hansen and Mina?"

Farmer Hansen and his wife, Mina.

In the fifth simulated world of wizards,

the elderly couple had clung to each other, enduring one hopeless day after another on a hillside, waiting for their lives to end together.

That bond.

Outshone all else in the world.

Not even the black sun and blood moon in the sky could dim its warmth.

They passed peacefully, hand in hand, on the final day of their natural lifespans—content, fulfilled, stepping into the unknown cycle of reincarnation.

Xu Xi had once offered to extend their lives, but they refused.

Death was a choice they made together.

To depart side by side, as if drifting into a shared dream.

"Grandpa Hansen and Grandma Mina..." Servia’s expression softened. "I searched for their souls, but they still refused resurrection."

Whether the world of the living was vibrant or not,

the old couple cared little.

Their only concern was each other.

"I respected Grandpa Hansen and Grandma Mina’s wishes. Instead of reviving them, I carved out a separate space for them in the newborn Lesser Netherworld."

"So their souls could continue embracing one another."

"Until they entered the cycle of reincarnation."

Servia spoke softly.

Hoping, blessing, that the two would find happiness in their next lives.

And she watched over them, ensuring their souls would never be mistreated.

"Servia, you’ve done well." Xu Xi reached out, gently stroking her head—a radiance so bright even the sunlight paled in comparison.

Xu Xi had worried.

That Servia might disregard the old couple’s wishes and forcibly revive them.

But now, it was clear.

Servia had grown magnificently.

She wielded the power to save the world, yet also possessed the heart to respect others, perfectly balancing everyone’s desires.

"Lord Wizard, would you like to visit them?"

"Grandpa Hansen and Grandma Mina’s souls haven’t reincarnated yet."

"They’d be overjoyed to see you."

Feeling the warmth on her head, Servia tilted her gaze upward, her emerald eyes meeting Xu Xi’s as she awaited his answer.

"...Alright."

Xu Xi agreed.

His memories of Hansen and Mina were fond ones.

That kind of warmth—rarer than any treasure in the world—had moved him deeply during his time in that wizard’s world.

Later,

Xu Xi and Servia spoke of other things.

Like how the former Tower of Salvation had been reforged into the Ninth-Circle Spire, now standing as the second most formidable force in the necrotic worldplanes, surpassed only by Servia herself.

Or how Servia’s parents were now restoring order to the Clawphire Territory, seeking to revive their family’s honor.

And the wizards who had fled long ago.

Scattered across worlds,

each faction giving rise to distinct schools of wizardry.

As they talked, the sun outside shifted imperceptibly in the sky.

"Lord Wizard, I fear I’ve taken too much of your time."

"It’s fine, Servia. There’s one last thing I’d like to ask."

"Go ahead."

"Servia, did you arrive near Earth just two months ago?"

"Yes, Lord Wizard."

Xu Xi nodded.

So, his warrior wasn’t the source of the spiritual resurgence either.

That left only one answer: the cause of Earth’s first spiritual awakening had to be the Life Simulator.