Zaafea''s children did not understand why their father told them this story, but they followed hisst wish and erected a nameless memorial for Ruin. He then stayed with the memorial and watched over the family. When Ruin opened his eyes again, an unknown number of years had passed. One day, a boy led two younger boys, his brothers, to the memorial.


    "Someone, please... Save my brother..."


    "I can save your brother."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    "W-Who said that?"


    "You can call me... Ruin."


    The memory abruptly ended. Zaafea was suddenly attacked, a fireball hurtling toward him with a loud boom. He crushed the fireball with his bare hands and then looked to the side with a resigned expression. "Mr. Melton, you''re being a bit unruly."


    At this moment, Clint emerged from the woods.


    "Who are you, really? This body isn''t yours!"


    "So what if it isn''t?"


    "Did you kill someone?"


    "Quite a few," Zaafea replied casually.


    "You''re the traitor."


    "You''ve misunderstood. I''m not the traitor," Zaafea said lightly.


    "Then why do my divinations not work on you? Clint asked through gritted teeth. It was strange, too strange. He had been reading omens and performing divination''s engan for nearly a decade, yet he could not decipher anything about Zaafea.


    This made him suspicious.


    Every individual was born with a birthdate that could be scried. If he could not read anything from Zaafea''s birthday, that meant that he was not even human.


    Moreover, there was a faint hint of corpse energy emanating from him. Even if he was not the traitor, Clint felt uneasy about him. Zaafea''s intentions were undoubtedly moreplex.


    "You joined the Unyielding Truth recently, didn''t you? What is your actual purpose?"


    Zaafea exined, "We''re on the same side, at least for now. You''re right, though. This body isn''t mine, but that doesn''t affect our cooperation."


    "I won''t cooperate with someone so unusual."


    "Then there''s nothing I can do. Think what you will." With that, Zaafea took arge step forward. However, after just a few meters, he was back by Clint''s side. Zaafea looked at Clint in surprise.


    "You..."


    "Even quasi-demigod-level


    cultivators aren''t able to move an inch within my formation, yet you manage to move a few meters just like that! Clint looked at the man in front of him warily, realizing now that he was someone unimaginably powerful.


    "Don''t make me repeat myself, okay?" Zaafea snapped, turning back.


    "Mr. Melton, I don''t care how you view me, but I have no intention of harming you. You''ve sensed my power, right? If I want to kill you, I can do it anytime." With that, Zaafea left.


    Clint could only watch helplessly as he departed. Just as he took a step forward, he fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.


    "Is it a side effect?" Clint was


    shocked. He never expected his


    array, which had never failed, to


    backfire on him in the confrontation with Zaafea. Zaafea''s warning was right. If he had maintained the formation any longer, he would have lost his life.


    Kneeling on the ground, Clint pounded the earth fiercely.


    "Why?! Why?! Why am I so weak?! If it weren''t for my carelessness, Landrich... He... would still be..."


    Clint cried bitterly in his grief.