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She had a long dream.
In the dream, countless people in white coats and masks surrounded her, sweating profusely as they busied themselves with something.
Judging from their shocked yet solemn expressions, it was as if they were dealing with an extremely tricky situation.
Right, she had been severely injured and was in a dying state, so this was probably the brain's self-soothing mechanism?
She knew how bad her condition was. Under normal circumstances, medical staff would only need to glance at her before turning away to ask about making arrangements for her affairs, instead of wasting energy on futile efforts.
Although she believed Roland was the creator of the world, she also knew that gods were not omnipotent—otherwise, the Divine Envoy wouldn't have found an opportunity.
And she had persevered to the end according to his request, which she considered a clear conscience.
Realizing that she was dreaming was a wonderful feeling. Her whole body felt as if it were soaked in warm, soft light, and all the pain she had suffered had vanished. The sound of people talking seemed to come from a great distance, and the scene before her became increasingly blurred, making her drowsy.
Gradually, the scene merged with other fragments of memory.
The gray sky above her head turned into a white, shadowless operating lamp.
After the doctors finished, they left one by one. She "saw" herself being picked up by medical staff and then sent to a couple. The two kissed her, their faces filled with joy.
Then she crawled and struggled, growing up little by little.
A revolving lantern… she realized that this might be the brain's final flashback. Strangely, memory fragments that she couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried, and which only had a few extremely vague impressions, were now completely reproduced in the dream.
She saw her childhood home, the backyard full of hanging sheets, and… her family.
So that's what the place where she lived back then was like.
Lying in her family's arms, she closed her eyes contentedly.
As sleep completely enveloped her, a loving murmur came from above.
"What do you think… what should we name the child?"
"How about Fei Yuhan?"
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After a long time, Fei Yuhan slowly opened her eyes.
Looking at the familiar ceiling of the hospital room, it took her a while to react.
Wait, she… was still alive?
She tried to feel her whole body, only to find that her hands and feet all responded to her will. Not only that, there was not even a trace of delay between her consciousness and movements, as if they had never been injured.
Fei Yuhan raised her right hand in surprise—although her entire arm was covered in bandages, judging from the outline, it would be no problem to describe it as being as good as new. And this hand had clearly been broken into several pieces before, with even the bones shattered into the flesh, making it impossible to restore it to its original state by conventional means.
She couldn't help but chuckle.
That guy… really did it.
At the time, he had confidently said, "Because I am a god"—didn't he realize that his age was completely unsuitable for such a line?
"Ugh… Master…" At this moment, a near-dreamy whisper came from her ear.
Fei Yuhan turned her head and found a white-haired little girl lying beside the bed—none other than Jieluo, the other "world creator" in the Divine Envoy's words. She was resting her head on her hands, seemingly still in a dream, but from the slightly melancholy corners of her eyebrows, it could be seen that she had probably been guarding the bedside during the time she was unconscious.
Fei Yuhan smiled, quietly got out of bed, tucked Jieluo into the quilt, and then tiptoed out of the ward.
In the lounge area of the corridor, she saw Roland, Valkyries, and many martial artist colleagues.
Seeing her appear, there was a commotion in the crowd. Many people surrounded her, asking about her condition. However, she strode past them and walked straight to Roland, grabbing his hand and saying, "Let's go, it's time to do business."
Roland instantly felt dozens of burning gazes cast on him. "Uh… business?"
"It's not very convincing for one person to claim to be the creator god, but if you add a genius martial artist, the effect might be very different. Isn't that your exchange condition?" She raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You fulfilled your promise, now it's my turn."
"You're going like this?" Roland asked in surprise.
At this moment, Fei Yuhan was still wearing the striped shirt of a hospital patient, with bandages wrapped from her ankles all the way to her neck, with only her head exposed, wrapped like a dumpling.
She took Roland and walked towards the stairwell, "Of course, that's more convincing, isn't it?"
……
Inside the Prism City sanatorium's conference hall, high-level officials sat around in a circle, listening to Fei Yuhan's report with complex expressions.
"The enemy at the time was distinctly different from the Fallen. It not only possessed incredible abilities but was also difficult to inflict fatal damage on, even if I pushed the Power of Nature to its limit. According to its words, only the creator of this world and the Divine Envoy can destroy their core."
"The facts also proved this point. I hit its head star plate many times, but the opponent was unharmed. If Roland hadn't arrived in time, then things might have been irreversible. The enemy called itself Delta, from Erosion, and was a messenger of the gods. If it was one of the culprits who destroyed Prism City, then it can be inferred that its companions also have similar characteristics. There is no doubt that our world is in great danger."
This statement caused a buzz of whispered discussions in the room.
The Fallen are not afraid of mundane martial arts, and only martial artists can kill them. But now suddenly there is a Divine Envoy who is immune to even the Power of Nature, doesn't that mean that it has no opponents at all?
If other martial artists said this, the crowd would probably suspect that it was a problem of ability, but Fei Yuhan's words left no room for doubt.
An invincible enemy is enough to send shivers down one's spine just thinking about it.
Not to mention that there are several "Divine Envoys."
"I'm glad you're finally okay, and I'm also glad that Mr. Roland is on the Association's side." Rock pondered for a moment before speaking first. "Indeed, based on the information collected from the scene, the enemy does have power that we cannot understand, and it must be the martial artists present who defeated it. Based on descriptions from all parties, we have reason to believe that it was the hunter Roland who defeated the 'Erosion Enemy'. In addition, he was able to rescue you from unimaginable serious injuries, and he must also have extraordinary means, but… just relying on the enemy's few words to determine that he is the creator of the world, isn't that a bit… too hasty?"
"I agree. After all, this concept can be big or small. If the world was created by some people, then where were these people before it appeared?"
"That's absurd, our world should have been born from the Big Bang!"
"If this is Miss Fei Yuhan's judgment, I am willing to believe it. Everyone has seen her injuries, and it is no exaggeration to describe them as bringing her back from the dead. She basically recovered in just one day and night. Who else but a god can do this?"
"Don't forget that the Erosion Enemy also calls itself a Divine Envoy! If both are considered gods, then who has the final say?"
The high-level officials were in an uproar. Although they deliberately lowered their voices, everyone present was a martial artist with considerable strength, and they could still clearly hear each other's conversations, with the majority of the voices being critical.
"First of all, everyone has misunderstood something." Fei Yuhan interrupted everyone's discussion, "I don't think Roland is the creator of the world because of this battle, but I had long suspected it, and then confirmed it in the battle. As for the specific details, it's more complicated, so I won't go into detail here. I know this sounds unbelievable, but everyone seems to have overlooked that the creator is by my side. If he can come up with conclusive evidence, then this matter will naturally be concluded, right?"
Roland couldn't help but touch his forehead. He knew that this was not an easy thing to convince people of, so he did not intend to reveal it to the Association at the beginning. But now that he had reached this point, he had to cooperate with Fei Yuhan, who was doing her best to help him announce his identity.
"I wonder if the Association still has a core of Fallen Power of Nature?" Roland looked at Rock the Guardian.
"Most of the cores were taken by the enemy during the fall of Prism City, and only a few of the remaining ones were obtained from recent hunts." Rock nodded. "They are currently under my personal supervision."
"Then bring all the cores over." He said slowly, "It's time to let the imprisoned magic return to this world."