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Chapter 2161 The young man Blur

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Mid Sector 101 on a remote planet

Atop a towering mountain covered in a breathtaking layer of fiery red grass that swayed like waves under unseen winds, and beneath a sky that looked as though it had been forged from countless radiant gemstones-colors shifting, glimmering, and intertwining in a silent celestial dance-sat a young man who didn't appear to have reached his twenties yet.

He had a generally human-like appearance, with skin that leaned toward a soft pink hue, smooth and unblemished, and most importantly... he carried a gentle, optimistic smile on his face, the kind that seemed untouched by the cruelty of the wider universe.

"Alright... alright..." the boy muttered under his breath, his voice low and

uneven.

He was seated in a meditative posture, legs crossed and back straight, his eyes tightly shut. Yet everything else about him betrayed his lack of calm. His legs trembled slightly with suppressed anxiety, his hands resting on his knees moved up and down in small, restless motions, and his aura fluctuated in a strangely controlled chaos, expanding and contracting in irregular pulses. Every now and then, he whispered to himself, as if holding an internal debate... or more accurately, trying to reassure himself that everything was going according to plan.

Whooosh

Something strange was happening right in front of him. A transparent green-yellow crystal, shining with a brilliance similar to an emerald yet purer, floated steadily in the air. Around it, a chaotic vortex of soul force swirled endlessly, strands of energy colliding, twisting, and collapsing into one another before being drawn inward again.

That emerald, no larger than a grain of rice, suddenly absorbed the surrounding energy in a single, silent surge... and grew ever so slightly, by an amount too small for the naked eye to perceive, yet unmistakable to someone focused on it.

"Ha ha!!"

The young man leapt to his feet as if a spring had been released within him, his eyes snapping open wide with excitement and relief. He reached forward quickly, grabbed the emerald from the air before it could drift away, and pulled it tightly against his chest, hugging it with both arms as if it were something precious beyond measure.

"Mmm, my precious... the first hundred units I've earned with the sweat of my own brow!"

A thin layer of tears began to gather in his eyes, blurring his vision slightly as his lips trembled with emotion.

He was Blor, son of Hameen... the most talented young man in his village when it came to soul force. Among all his peers, he alone had shown the kind of sensitivity and control that marked true potential. So when Lord Robin announced the Soul Inheritance Array, the people of his village did not hesitate. They gathered together, pooling their savings, their hidden reserves, even selling off personal belongings just to raise enough... and they bought one. And they gave it to him.

They gave it to him so he could grow stronger for their sake. So he could become wealthier for their sake. So he could rise as a great soul master for their sake, someone who would lift them all from obscurity.

At that moment, when the array was placed in his hands, the young man understood what the name "Soul Inheritance" truly meant...

His village had entrusted him with their wealth, their hopes, and their will... and in return, he would work tirelessly to pass down his own wealth and power back to them.

Or at least... that was how he understood it.

And so he began his journey-repaying the cost of the array to every single person who had contributed to it, one unit at a time, with no shortcuts.

The array cost one thousand Pearls. That number alone had forced many villagers to empty their life savings... some had even sold cherished possessions, family heirlooms, pieces of their own history.

So he had to repay them. Quickly. Completely. Without fail.

In one thousand days... he had to gather one thousand units and settle every debt before anything else. That was the promise he made to himself.

After that, he would dedicate another thousand days to cultivation and breakthrough, refining his soul until he could ascend to become a soul master with a silver soul.

Then he would spend yet another thousand days gathering units again, this time not for survival or repayment... but to purchase high-quality soul techniques that would secure his future.

Only then... only then would he truly become a soul master.

At that point, he could take on missions, join wars, or even sell soul borrowings to others. Or perhaps... he could choose a quieter path-rest, live off his accumulated units, and bring prosperity back to his village, lifting everyone alongside him.

Blor's expression softened into a dreamy smile as he lifted his gaze toward the shimmering sky. He thought about his aging parents waiting in the village at the foot of the mountain... wondered if he should buy them a better house, something sturdy, something worthy of them.

He thought about how incredible this array was... how it had completely changed his life, turning a simple village youth into someone with a path, a future, a purpose.

He thought about-

"Hmm?"

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, his thoughts abruptly interrupted.

At that moment, he noticed two streaks of light descending rapidly toward the planet, cutting through the sky with terrifying speed.

No...

His eyes narrowed as his instincts sharpened.

Those weren't meteors.

They moved with intention.

They looked like... people.

WO0000000000000000OOSH

The one in the back suddenly unleashed something toward the one ahead, a

burst of power that tore through the air like a ripping storm.

But the one in front twisted at the last possible moment, narrowly dodging the

attack, letting it pass by him-

and straight toward the planet below.

"Huh?" Blor blinked in confusion, his mind struggling to process what he was

seeing.

The attack was descending near him.

Yet-

before fear could even take shape... before his thoughts could fully catch up...

he felt nothing.

Whooosh

Whooosh

"HELENE!!" one of the two figures roared through the void, his voice echoing across space itself, the backdrop behind him a shattered, dying planet riddled with holes and collapsing into itself, "Do you really think a little negative karma will keep us away from you? You're delusional!! Completely delusional!!"

" "

The woman ahead of him, Helene, did not respond immediately. Instead, her speed surged even further, her figure blurring into streaks of motion that tore

through space.

At this moment, it was almost impossible to clearly identify her. Even beneath

her mask, faint glimpses of her face revealed strands of dark, vein-like threads crawling across her skin. Her eyes... those eyes... were leaking a blackened substance, as if something within them was rotting and spilling outward.

Lower down, her hands-hidden beneath tight gloves-trembled

uncontrollably.

Especially her right hand...

That hand hung stiffly, barely responding, as if it had already lost its connection

to her body.

Whooosh

Another powerful soul attack came from the side, tearing through the void like

a raging storm. Helene twisted at the last possible moment, her body bending unnaturally as

she narrowly avoided the strike.

Then another-

Then another-

Then another-

Within mere moments, Helene found herself surrounded by at least seven soul

masters, each one radiating terrifying pressure, each one unleashing relentless attacks and curses that layered over one another like a suffocating net.

And this... was not new to her.

Ever since she killed Damir-the son of the Behemoth of Curses-the entire

sector had turned upside down.

Damir's brothers had descended into madness, chasing her across planets, across systems, across empty space. Some hunted her out of brotherly grief, unwilling to accept his death. Others pursued her out of wounded pride... for their eldest brother to fall at the hands of the young offspring of another Behemoth was a humiliation too great to bear, an insult that demanded blood in

return.

And beyond all of them... the Behemoth of Curses himself had declared

mourning.

He had publicly demanded Helene's head, openly and without restraint, completely unconcerned with how Helmor might react... and Helmor, in turn, gave no response at all. Neither approval, nor objection.

The six great powers also remained silent.

In a situation where twenty-nine royal soul masters of the seventh tier and above had been stirred into uncontrollable fury, there was nothing to mediate, nothing to restrain. And Helene herself had not sought anyone's opinion before committing her act... nor had she asked for help afterward.

So they stayed silent.

And in that silence... they simply enjoyed the brief, fragile ceasefire.

As for Helene-

At the very moment Damir died, she had been struck by an unknown curse.

A curse that ate away at her from the inside, gnawing through her body, tearing

at her soul.

A curse that inflicted endless agony, moment after moment, never allowing

rest.

A curse so severe that it made her forget even how to fight at times, as if her

own instincts were being stripped away piece by piece.

And so... she had no choice but to run.

Years had passed like this.

She would escape...

be found....

and escape again.

Again and again, an endless cycle with no end in sight.

No one knew what it truly took to flee from such a number of soul masters. No

one could imagine the strain, the exhaustion, the sheer will required to survive

even a single encounter like this... let alone years of it.

And still... she endured.

Until something new happened.

Whoosh

A sudden attack cut across her path, forcing her to halt for a brief instant

before she shattered through it and continued forward in a straight line, refusing to change direction, refusing to hesitate.

"Wait, Helene!!" a newly arrived figure shouted, his voice carrying urgency,

"How long will this go on? Stop running and admit your mistakes... perhaps

Father will forgive you!"

"Never!"

At last, Helien answered, her voice rough, hoarse, carrying both exhaustion and

unyielding resolve.

They wanted her to return... to bow her head before Darvion... to apologize for

killing his son?

She would rather kill him too.

and accept whatever curse followed.

Yes...

Darvion had returned to Mid Sector 101.

He was out there somewhere.

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