The Final Chapter

In a certain country, within an underground chamber—dim, antiquated, illuminated only by flickering candles—an air of mystery pervaded.

A group of people stood in a circle, chanting strange incantations. Beneath their feet lay a meticulously drawn magic array.

They were once an underground terrorist organization, notorious for their crimes, driven by thrill-seeking and greed. Even among the dark factions, their name carried weight.

Three years ago, when spiritual energy resurged across the world, some among them awakened supernatural abilities, elevating their power to new heights. Their influence within the dark factions grew exponentially, and now, they commanded many gifted individuals.

Their leader had gathered them today to harness their collective strength for a summoning ritual.

The target of their summoning? The legendary Demon King, said to possess the power to annihilate the world.

Such tales should have been mere myths, mere fantasies.

Yet, the leader’s family had long preserved ancient knowledge—texts detailing magic and even methods to summon the Demon King. Though none had ever succeeded, the leader, having grown up surrounded by these legends, couldn’t help but cling to a sliver of belief.

The resurgence of spiritual energy three years ago had given him that opportunity.

That day, he mastered magic. From then on, the arcane texts in his family’s possession became his most treasured possessions.

And today, he would summon the Demon King.

"It will work. I’ve mastered countless spells, refined my control over magic. This summoning will succeed," he declared.

At his command, he and his subordinates channeled their energy into the magic array.

After some time, the leader roared, "Come forth, O Demon King who shall bring ruin to this world!"

The array erupted in a blinding radiance—only for the light to vanish as abruptly as it appeared. Nothing happened.

"Pfft. Useless after all," someone muttered under their breath. Though they dared not speak loudly, the mockery was clear.

The Demon King was nothing but a fairy tale. Supernatural abilities might be real, but summoning a demon? Pure delusion.

The leader’s face darkened. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled a fireball at the offender.

The man screamed in agony, writhing as flames licked at his body. "Help! Help!"

He could have dodged—but evading would only invite a far worse punishment. Better to endure this minor burn and play along.

The leader smirked, satisfied. "Let there be no next time."

The flames dissipated, and the man groveled. "Y-yes! It won’t happen again!"

The leader was pleased—but he had already marked this man for a slow, painful death when the time came.

Just then, the center of the magic array trembled. A rift in space tore open.

Out stepped Jiang Ningshu, clad in black, her aura thick with killing intent.

"Damn spatial turbulence. Wasted so much time," she muttered.

Her appearance had nothing to do with the summoning—it was pure coincidence.

"The Demon King!" the leader cried, ecstatic. His summoning had worked!

His followers echoed his cheers.

Jiang Ningshu coldly corrected, "I was the Demon Sovereign, not a mere Demon King."

Ignoring her words, the leader pressed on, "Demon King, we seek your power. Show us your might!"

Jiang Ningshu fell silent, her senses expanding as she searched for Su Luo.

"Demon King, demonstrate your strength!" The leader wanted proof before pledging allegiance.

With a glance, his subordinates understood. They readied their attacks.

"Forgive our rudeness, Demon King," the leader said.

As one, they unleashed a barrage of spells toward Jiang Ningshu.

She found them merely… noisy.

Her demonic sword materialized in her grasp.

A single slash—a surge of demonic energy obliterated the entire underground chamber, carving a massive crater that reached the surface.

As for the leader and his lackeys? Not a single one remained. All dead.

Jiang Ningshu resumed her search for Su Luo.

But it was unnecessary. He had already arrived.

"Ningshu."

"Su Luo."

Without hesitation, she embraced him.

Then, together, they departed.

The incident sent shockwaves through the underworld.

Though the terrorist group had seemed insignificant, they had recently risen to become the strongest dark faction.

Yet, they had been annihilated in an instant. Investigators from various factions stared at the colossal crater in disbelief.

Who possessed such power?

This wasn’t the work of a nuclear bomb—this was something far more terrifying. A human-shaped cataclysm.

While others were still dabbling in minor supernatural feats, someone out there wielded this level of destruction?

How were they supposed to compete?

Yet, no matter how hard they searched, they would never trace it back to Su Luo.

......

Another year passed since Su Luo’s return—and life had grown far livelier.

His spacious home no longer felt empty. Instead, it brimmed with warmth and noise.

Little Yu emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of exquisitely prepared food.

"I followed a video tutorial. How does it taste?"

She had developed a passion for cooking, inspired by Su Luo’s encouragement. Though none of them needed to eat, savoring delicious food was still a pleasure.

Su Luo took a bite.

Little Yu watched nervously.

"Perfect score! To taste Little Yu’s handmade dishes—what bliss."

"Don’t exaggerate," she said, though her heart swelled with joy.

From another room, Jiang Ningshu’s voice rang out, "Su Luo, come play games with me!"

She had picked up Su Luo’s habits, growing fond of gaming—though her skills were… lacking.

But with her by his side, even games became far more entertaining.

Truly, the best part of any game was the company.

Just as they reached a critical moment in their playthrough, Nangong Xiyun entered.

Dressed in a striking, unconventional outfit, she sidled up to Su Luo. "Su Luo, would you rather play games… or play with me?"

Nangong Xiyun had taken a liking to wearing all sorts of eccentric attire—Earth’s fashion was nothing if not diverse.

And admittedly, these outfits only enhanced her allure.

But she only wore them for Su Luo. Outside, she dressed normally.

Jiang Ningshu scowled. "Stop interrupting our boss fight."

"You play your game. I’ll play mine," Nangong Xiyun retorted, unyielding.

Jiang Ningshu could only mutter, "Ridiculous."

At that moment, Li Siyi flew in through the balcony.

"I’m back."

Over the past year, she had risen through the ranks of the Supernatural Bureau, uncovering many classified truths.

The invasion of the myriad races was real—and it would only accelerate with time.

But now, there was no need for concern.

Li Siyi alone could handle most threats. And if not, there was always Su Luo.

So, the myriad races wanted to invade? Let them try.

Su Luo clapped his hands. "Since everyone’s here, let’s celebrate!"

"Agreed!"

The others cheered in unison.

On the couch, Xiao Pa shook her head with a resigned sigh.

Still as noisy as ever.

Even after returning to Blue Star, Su Luo and the others continued to live joyfully, sharing happiness together.