Hero? Are You Worthy?

Once one of the strongest humans on the Sky Dome Continent.

Now fallen to such a fate, although he was my enemy, seeing this still made Qin Chu feel a bit melancholy.

Moreover, Qin Chu could guess that Wozworth appearing here to assist against the Lord of Pleasure was mostly due to the Strongest Evil God's corruption, but nonetheless, Wozworth's contributions in this battle were undeniable.

Besides, compared to the members of the Hero Team, Qin Chu did not harbor as strong a hatred towards Wozworth.

Qin Chu and the Little Tree Seedling descended beside Wozworth.

The Little Tree Seedling made no effort to save Wozworth; in its eyes, this man was beyond saving.

His body was entirely gone, only a mess of decomposed flesh remained—how could it be saved? The Little Tree Seedling could save those who were not yet dead, but for those completely corroded by the Evil God's breath, it was utterly powerless.

Now this heap of flesh seemed able to wriggle, but the breath of life could not be sustained much longer, perhaps in just a few minutes it would fully perish.

Whether body or soul.

Looking at Wozworth in front of him, Qin Chu felt a bit strange, having the sense that the current Wozworth bore a resemblance to his son, the Prince, in his final form.

For a moment, Qin Chu did not know what to say, and as he hesitated, this pile of flesh seemed to sense the presence of a living being and slightly trembled.

Then a bizarre scene unfolded: at the top of the flesh slowly two cracks opened, revealing the desolate, pale pupils inside.

Below, a longer incision opened—it was Wozworth's mouth.

Inside his rotten mouth, sharp, faintly gray teeth could still be glimpsed.

The dull eyes followed Qin Chu's direction, the Lord of Pleasure's face twitched slightly, as though trying to smile, yet unable to form one.

Very painful.

That's certain.

Turning into such a condition, anyone would feel pain, wouldn't they?

Wozworth knew his life was nearing its end, and this brief moment before death was the hardest to endure.

"Brother..."

It's unknown how much time had passed before a weak voice finally emerged from Wozworth's mouth.

Qin Chu sighed helplessly; perhaps due to Wozworth's assistance against the Lord of Pleasure, the animosity faded, and he squatted beside Wozworth.

"Brother, do you have anything you want to say?"

"It's hard for you to still call me brother." Wozworth's mouth spewed frothy blood.

Though he had almost entirely become a complete madman before, now Wozworth displayed particular clarity, marking his final enlightened moment in life.

Speaking had become exceedingly difficult, and a simple sentence caused the flesh to surge violently, as though panting heavily.

The fetid stench grew more intense.

After several breaths, Wozworth's state seemed to improve slightly, his eyes seeming to gaze at the sky above: "The Sky Dome Continent is already decaying..."

"You, so smart, must have seen the malice this world holds for you, right?"

Qin Chu squatted quietly beside him, not responding.

But Wozworth already knew the answer: "No matter what, I was still the Emperor of the Empire... though not a competent one..."

"I won't ask you anything excessive; if you wish to be Emperor, go ahead."

"Just, if you can, please don't harm Carol..."

This was Wozworth's final request.

He was clever.

Knowing that now, throughout the Sky Dome Continent, no one could stop Qin Chu.

Being both a Hero and the Pope of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect and Holy Court, Qin Chu wanted to be Emperor, no one could stop him... let's not forget, there's the firm support of Exeter Kingdom and Ice Duchy.

There may be objections, perhaps from those foolish Nobles.

Or perhaps from his foolish sons who were full of ambition.

Though he had dispatched them to the front lines against Demons, or placed them in remote small towns, once they learned of the Emperor's death, the empty throne, these sons would likely rush into the Imperial City, fighting fiercely for the crown.

Yet these people posed no barrier before Qin Chu; he could effortlessly crush them all.

Most importantly, Qin Chu had already shown enough ruthlessness, and even if these sons did not compete for the throne, once Qin Chu ascended, clearing out the offspring left by the previous Emperor was unavoidable—it's the rule, and no one leaves threats behind.

Only Carol was an exception.

Wozworth could see that this Hero was fond of his somewhat mad, entirely lacking the Princess's elegant and noble demeanor daughter.

If pleading now, perhaps a bloodline could be preserved.

"Brother..."

Qin Chu sighed: "That girl, I like her too, I promise I won't harm her, nor will I let anyone harm her."

"Sworn by the name of the Holy Light Goddess, in the name of the Hero, in the name of Qin Chu!"

The voice wasn't loud, but Wozworth was quite satisfied, a genuine comforting smile appeared on the rotten face.

He knew, despite Qin Chu being ruthless, any promise made would be fulfilled.

To have such an ending, Wozworth was already very pleased, regarding other matters, he no longer had the strength to interfere.

Too tired.

Recalling his life, from infancy to adulthood, even when babbling, while others played, he had to learn all kinds of things—learning Fighting Energy, learning Magic, learning how to govern a nation.

In adulthood, taking over the Empire, becoming the pinnacle among all humans, enjoying countless envy and worship, but in reality, intrigue was everywhere.

Contending with ambitious sons, scheming with the Nobles, constant sordid dealings with the Church Venerable and Pope.

He also had to worry about the war against Demons and guard against losing his power.

Never having a day of peace or a good night's sleep in his life.

Even iron will tire.

This time, finally an opportunity for proper rest, a good sleep.

Asleep, the fatigue would vanish.

Whatever becomes of this world hereafter is of no concern.

"The Imperial Palace, my bedchamber..." Wozworth's eyes widened.

He was clearly forcing his will to convey all.

"Below the bedchamber, there's a huge… arm… do not touch it randomly, don't."

"Beside the arm, there's... Royal Family's inherited Fighting Energy, and... Benghuai Three Fists."

"All of it… left to you."

This was Wozworth's final entrustment.

Though Qin Chu had promised to care for Carol and not let anyone harm her, Wozworth still hoped to leave some form of assurance, though powerless to evaluate its effectiveness.

Hoping Qin Chu, considering the things left, would uphold the vow.

After these words, Wozworth's gaze shifted from Qin Chu back to the sky, sunlight beaming onto Wozworth's figure.

The cold seemed dispersed.

Amidst the feeling, Wozworth sensed warmth.

The rotten face's smile grew brighter, more resplendent.

Until finally, the smile stilled.

The expression permanently fixed on this decayed, smiling face, the last light in his eyes faded entirely.

His body gradually liquefied, soaking into the cold ground beneath.

Thus ended the era of a legendary figure on the Sky Dome Continent!