Chapter 3 - 2 Mr. Brave, please save this world!
Qin Chu had died!
His body was torn asunder, his soul shattered into countless fragments, drifting to every corner of the Sky Dome Continent, lingering unfaded. His broken soul could still vividly see the scenes unfolding in this world.
In the Holy City, people were reveling.
Within the Imperial Palace, nobles clinked glasses, celebrating that no one could shake their power anymore.
In the Holy City, soldiers were tracking down the few who still dared to speak well of the Hero. A girl in a wheelchair was mercilessly skewered on a spear, her body twitching as she died.
...
A wisp of soul drifted into the highest council chamber.
The mutilated corpse lay before Rose Vesper, her beautiful eyes brimming with madness. This detestable man had finally died—could there be anything more exhilarating?
Hero, you say? Having enjoyed the title of Hero for so long was already your supreme glory. The true Hero is irreplaceable by anyone.
They drained all the fresh blood from the corpse, leaving only a shriveled body.
Even in death, the pieces of the corpse still possessed a terrifying deterrent power.