Chapter 447 Thank you


    By the time Alex arrived, the sun was beginning to set, casting a fiery glow across the desert. The Demons here were the most organised, the most dangerous, but Alex didn''t hesitate.


    He charged into their ranks, his sword cutting through them like a storm. They fought back with a desperation born of fear, but it wasn''t enough.


    Alex was unstoppable. His de shed in the dying light, slicing through armour and flesh, leaving no Demon standing.


    When the final Red Demon fell, Alex stood over its body, panting heavily. His arms ached, his muscles burning from the day''s battles, but he didn''t stop. He had onest task toplete.


    He made his way to the final cache of Celestial Orbs, hidden beneath a pile of rubble at the back of the Demon stronghold. Carefully, he gathered the orbs, feeling the''s energy pulsing through them.


    With thest of the fragments in his possession, Alex turned his gaze toward the horizon. The day had been long, filled with blood and sweat, but he had done it. He had retrieved everyst piece of the''s soul.


    The trek back across the desert was gruelling. Alex''s body screamed for rest, but he pushed through the exhaustion. He couldn''t stop now—not when he was so close topleting his mission.


    When he finally reached the ck sphere once more, the''s voice greeted him, a soft, grateful hum in the back of his mind. Without hesitation, Alex ced the remaining Celestial Orbs at the base of the sphere, watching as the absorbed them one by one.


    As the final orb was absorbed, the ck sphere pulsed with a deep, resonant glow, its energy now whole andplete. The''s voice, no longer filled with pain or confusion, echoed gently in his mind.


    "Thank you."


    Alex stood there, staring at the now serene ck sphere, its once ominous glow now reced with a peaceful hum. The''s voice in his mind had quieted, its pain alleviated, but the silence felt almost... unsettling.


    He sheathed his sword and exhaled deeply. For the first time sincending on this forsaken desert world, Alex allowed himself to think about something other than survival or battle. The immediate danger was gone, the Red Demons were eradicated, and the''s soul had been restored. But as he gazed at the vast, empty horizon, he felt an odd sense of unfinished business.


    "By the way..." Alex broke the silence, his voice a little hoarse from the desert winds. "What do you even do? Like, what''s your purpose? Having a whole as your body seems kinda cool at first, but after a few billion years… doesn''t it get boring?"


    It was a natural question, though even Alex wasn''t sure why he asked it. Perhaps it was curiosity, or maybe he was simply trying to make sense of this massive, conscious entity he had just saved. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    For a moment, there was no response. The soft hum of the''s energy echoed faintly in his mind, and Alex wondered if he''d overstepped some kind of boundary. But then, the spoke.


    "I… do not know my own purpose."


    The admission hung in the air, weighty and contemtive. Alex frowned, ncing at the ck sphere.


    "You don''t know?"


    He repeated.


    The''s voice was soft, almost reflective. "No. Like you, I came into existence without guidance. I awoke one day, aware of myself, of my surroundings, but with no understanding of why. For eons, I have existed, conscious of my form, mynd, my energy... and yet, I do not know what it is I am meant to do."


    Alex blinked, surprised at the honesty. There was something almost tragic about a being of such scale and power not knowing its own purpose.


    The continued. "But one thing I havee to understand is that very, very fews develop a consciousness as I have. Most are just... matter. Lifeless. Without thought. They exist, but they are not alive as I am."


    Alex mulled this over, thinking back to the Red Demons and their obsessive search for the Celestial Orbs. He nced at the now calm ck sphere.


    "And that''s why the Red Demons were after your Celestial Orbs, right? They knew you were special."


    "Indeed." The replied. "The Demons, vile as they are, understood that such orbs—pieces of my very soul—were exceedingly rare. They wanted my essence not because they needed it to live, but because it was valuable beyond measure. There are not many like me. And that makes me a target."


    Alex shifted his weight, looking at the ck sphere thoughtfully. The enormity of what the was saying wasn''t lost on him. A conscious, living—something that could control its own destiny, but was still unaware of its own purpose. It was strange. Sad, even.


    "So you''ve just been sitting here... alone, for who knows how long?" Alex asked. "You didn''t try to, I don''t know, reach out to anyone? Others? Stars? Anything?"


    The was silent for a moment, the gentle hum still vibrating faintly in the background. Then, it spoke again, and its tone was softer, almost mncholic.


    "I cannot leave my form. I am bound to this body, this world. For as long as I have existed, I have watched over the life that once inhabited me. I guided them, nurtured them, but they never knew I was here. I was simply their world—their home. They perished with the arrival of the Red Demons. And now… I am alone."


    The atmosphere felt heavy with the''s sadness. Alex could almost feel the weight of its istion, stretching back through the eons. He frowned, not sure how to respond.


    "Well... that''s not fair." He muttered, crossing his arms. "You''re powerful. Sentient. You''ve got a whole as your body, and yet..."


    He trailed off, unsure of what to say. There was no manual for how tofort a.


    The''s voice interrupted his thoughts. "Alex, ce your hand on my soul."


    Alex blinked in surprise, looking at the ck sphere.


    "What?"