Mystery: The Stars Returner

A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling is approaching from afar.

His body was trembling unconsciously, with both desire and fear.

Some dusty long-lasting memories are being reorganized at this moment.

Battlefields, death, blood, countless broken limbs, eyes that cannot be looked directly at...

Azik had a splitting headache. He crouched down and turned his hands to cover his head.

He could clearly feel that his soul was making a mad noise, as if it wanted to escape from his head.

This is the soul’s longing to be restored to wholeness.

But there is a familiar and unfamiliar force that is helping him suppress this desire, binding his soul tightly in his body, making him unable to escape.

The severe pain at this moment comes from the pulling of these two forces.

During the tearing and tearing, he saw a pair of eyes with pale flames that were about to extinguish. A feather stained with light yellow oil fell down, splitting his complete spiritual body into two halves.

Half of it entered the cloud of skulls, and the remaining half was mixed with a golden jewelry that suddenly jumped out, and returned to the flesh and blood amidst the burning of pale flames.

Fortunately, the tearing balance gradually tilted toward stability and calmness, and the pain began to slowly subside.

"Sir, sir? Are you okay?" The bookstall owner looked worriedly at the customer who suddenly appeared abnormal in front of him.

"I, I'm fine, I made you worry."

Azik gradually overcame his headache and stood up reluctantly. His face was pale and there seemed to be no blood at all.

"Sir, if you feel uncomfortable, turn right 200 meters ahead and go straight 300 meters. There is a pharmacy. The doctors there are very professional."

Azik forced a smile and said: "Thank you for your suggestion, I will consider it."

Finally, he selected two books on the bookstall, paid the money and left.

With two books under his left arm, Azik walked through the busy streets and chose a street-facing cafe. He sat by the window and tasted the bitter coffee while looking at the street outside.

The coffee in the southern continent is very bitter, and I don’t like to add sugar or milk. The strong bitter taste is very refreshing.

After taking a short rest, Azik's headache relieved a lot, and the originally scattered and fragmented memories began to gradually come together to restore his past.

He is the descendant of the Hades Emperor Salinger and the Death Archon of the Balam Empire in the Fourth Age.

During the War of the Four Emperors, he followed his father, the Underworld Emperor Salinger, to participate in the war. On the battlefield, he lost his memory after being glared at by the Blood Emperor Alistair Tudor.

Since then, he has been going through reincarnations of death, losing his memory again and again, and starting over again.

Compared to the cold life as a death archon, every subsequent reincarnation seems very warm, and even the memories are warm-toned.

The renewed war in his hometown lit up memories of the past, but the self he remembered was not the self he imagined he wanted to be.

Azik was in a mixed mood and stared at the street outside in a daze.

Suddenly, the busy and whispering sounds in the cafe were pressed on the pause button.

A burly figure walked in from the outside. His body exuded a majesty that made people want to surrender. His eyes were full of reverence and he walked to Azik. He knelt down on one knee and said with great respect: "God allows us to welcome the ruler of death. Sir."

Azik just glanced at him lightly. This man had the blood of the royal family of the East Balam Empire flowing in his body, and he was the current leader of the East Balam Empire.

Has this day finally come?

When he regained his past memories, he understood the truth behind the countless reincarnations in which he had lost his memory.

His amnesia comes from the incompleteness of his soul, and the initiator of all this is his father, the Hades Emperor Salinger of the Fourth Age.

The so-called welcome now is to welcome his father, who will replace his body and come back again. This is the resurrection method left behind when he fell long ago.

There is no one more suitable to inherit His resurrection than His offspring. The so-called father-son affection is too childish and simple for the gods.

But Azik didn't want to refuse, he just looked calm and prepared to face his long overdue ending.

At this time, another figure appeared in the cafe, a lady with ordinary features, dark eyes, wearing a simple robe, a bark belt, long black hair hanging down, no shoes and socks, and bare feet.

"You still have a chance to choose."

"That's too late."

Azik looked at the lady and smiled, "You are already late. He has already returned. The reason why He came to me now is because He has absolute confidence."

After a pause, he seemed to look at the person behind the lady, "If He comes in person, it may be possible, and you are just a qualified believer."

"I can try to get you out of here."

"But I don't want to run away anymore."

Azik declined the lady's kindness. Now he just wants to face his own ending calmly.

"His return will cause more chaos and death, and your willing sacrifice will destroy everything you have ever valued."

"Maybe." Azik glanced into the distance and said, "My long and miserable life should also have its ending."

"You shouldn't give up your human side so easily."

Azik just said calmly: "But humanity will eventually be replaced by divinity."

"It makes a difference after all."

After the words fell, the mysterious lady left the cafe with Azik who showed no resistance at all.

But they did not go far, but fell into the spirit world inexplicably. When they reappeared from the spirit world, they were still in the cafe.

Faced with this result, Azik was not surprised. The mysterious lady had no expression on her face, and her actions just now seemed to be testing something.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. The King of the East Balam Empire, who had been kneeling on the ground, finally bit the bullet and said: "Lord Archon of Death, God only asked us to welcome your return. Apart from this, there is no other oracle."

"It seems that He doesn't need my sacrifice yet." Azik seemed to understand something.

"Chirp."

A crisp sound broke the silence in the entire cafe.

A carriage stopped at the door of the cafe, and a girl as delicate as a doll stepped out of the carriage. On her right shoulder stood a small firebird, with a pair of eyes watching everything here.

When the girl walked into the cafe, the little firebird flapped its wings and landed on the table in front of Azik.

He glanced at Azik, the mysterious lady, and the King of East Balam Empire, and then his eyes fell on Azik again.

After looking at it for a while, he chirped again. It was like thunder resounding in Azik's mind, and the half of his soul that was about to move was reinforced by a golden phoenix seal.

The mysterious lady also understood at this moment that the resurrected being was the God of Death, not the pure Hades Emperor Salinger.

If Azik is forcibly swallowed at this time, the Hades Emperor Salinger will be truly resurrected. This is not a situation that the current God of Death wants to see.

The situation he wanted was for Azik to keep half of his soul alive until he fully grasped the power of the God of Death, and then seek the integrity of his soul.

"I'm afraid Salinger didn't expect this ending." The mysterious lady whispered, and her eyes turned to the girl who was as delicate as a doll, looking at her carefully and seriously.

Azik also fell into silence. Although the distant memories and family ties were a bit blurry, the same bloodline still made him feel sad.

He glanced at the confused and thoughtful little firebird on the table, and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it, but he retracted his hand halfway and turned to look at the girl who was walking with the little firebird.

I want to find out clearly what is different about those who can walk with Him.

Gerald Eggers, who was still kneeling on the ground, raised his head slightly at this moment and looked at the girl, because he did not dare to look at the little firebird at all.

When the oracle came from the gods, what he saw was a flying phoenix that looked like a giant version of the small firebird in front of him.

The fear originating from the depths of his heart had clearly told him the relationship between the two.

"..."

Sharon, who was stared at by three eyes at the same time, was a little confused at the moment.

Although she didn't recognize any of the three people in front of her, the aura and feeling coming from them were definitely that of extraordinary beings who were much stronger than herself.

Especially the lady with a calm expression, her gaze seemed to see through everything, and she had no secrets at all in front of her.

This feeling seemed even scarier than her teacher's.

She had no intention of walking in here, but just now on the carriage, the little firebird suddenly urged her to get off the car and come to this cafe.

In order to explore the purpose of the little firebird, she got out of the car and came here.

The moment she stepped into the cafe, she had a strange feeling, as if everything around her was falling into some strange state.

Although the guests were drinking coffee and chatting normally, it seemed that only the three people in front of them were real, and they seemed to be discussing some major event.

Sharon was silent for a while and looked at the little firebird on the table.

She felt that it was better to take Hastur's spiritual messenger and leave here quickly to avoid any accidents.

"Chirp."

Gray Carrie looked back and waved her wings, giving Sharon a reassuring look.

That look seemed to say: "Don't worry, it's okay, I'll protect you."