Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Rejuvenation

Belan World

A place where humans and cat people once lived as separate races, now unified as a hybrid species known as “Belans.”

Long ago, there was only one nation in Belan World, but it eventually fractured into many. For centuries, these nations waged relentless wars. However, unity prevailed, and the world fused into one under the rule of the demigod, Great Emperor Kaslo.

A hundred years have passed since then. Under Kaslo’s rule, the Belan civilization has flourished. Science and magic have become intricately intertwined, giving birth to a golden era of innovation. Magical and technological implants empower every Belan, granting extraordinary abilities. With a mere thought—a single “keyword”—they can unleash precise, potent magic.

In other magical civilizations, years of rigorous training would be required to achieve such feats. Yet, for the Belans, it is a natural part of life.

Recently, Great Emperor Kaslo made a monumental announcement:

The Belan civilization would begin colonizing other universes. This expansion would strengthen their society and secure their future.

The world erupted in celebration.

Nightfall.

Within the floating palace, Kaslo—a youthful figure with black hair and captivating beauty—dismissed his attendants. His voice was calm yet commanding:

“You two, step back, please.”

Alone, he ventured deep into the palace, arriving at a pure white wall. His expression was solemn as he recited an ancient spell:

“The wind of benevolence, please reveal the ancient secret in front of the fool.”

This spell, passed down through generations of the Kaslo family, was a key. The wall dissolved, revealing a grand, hidden chamber—an immense library filled with books and artifacts from countless civilizations.

Floating in the air, surrounded by books, was a white-haired witch. Her beauty was ethereal, her presence otherworldly.

“Teacher,” Kaslo said, bowing his head.

Even as the Great Emperor, revered as a god among men, he dared not meet her gaze.

The witch had existed for three thousand years. Kaslo’s ancestors had served her, and she had raised him as her own. She called him her first “demigod,” but he knew she had transcended such titles long ago.

“Teacher,” he asked hesitantly, “what are you waiting for?”

Her serene smile carried centuries of sorrow.

“I am waiting for someone, little Kaslo,” she said softly. “I won’t ascend until he arrives.”

Kaslo could not comprehend her words, but he pressed no further. Instead, he reported, “I have announced our next plan to the nation, as you instructed.”

The witch’s calm gaze

softened. “Good. From now on,

everything is up to you. Follow

your heart, little Kaslo.”

Shock rippled through him. For

centuries, he had been under

her control, his every move

dictated. Now, she was

granting him freedom.

“Are you… leaving us?” Kaslo’s

voice trembled, tears

streaming down his face.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice

tinged with sadness. “This

world no longer holds my

interest, and… he has

awakened.”

With those words, she

vanished, taking all the books

with her. The bewildered

emperor stood alone in the

empty chamber.

Elsewhere.

The witch sensed a stirring

deep within her soul—a mark

glowing brightly, a part of an

ancient connection.

“It has been so long…” she

murmured, her voice filled with

longing.

Bai Yan.

A deep, overwhelming

drowsiness consumed him. He

wanted nothing more than to

drift into endless sleep.

“Don’t fall asleep again!”

A voice pierced the fog, urgent

and familiar. Bai Yan stirred,

pain and exhaustion weighing

him down.

Slowly, he remembered. He

was Bai Yan. Not a Connector,

not a God of Games, nor a

Savior—but a singular, unique

existence.

“I’m back…”

As his awareness returned, he

found himself in darkness.

Memories of sacrifice and loss

flooded his mind—events from

hundreds, even thousands of

years ago.

Suddenly, a voice reached him:

“Have you finally awakened,

my master?”

It was Merete Chambers, the

Moon Witch. Through her eyes,

Bai Yan saw a bright house by

the beach, heard the soothing

sound of waves, and smelled

the salty sea air.

“It seems you’ve discovered

my true identity,” Bai Yan said,

his tone calm yet firm.

The witch laughed. “Yes, my

master. It has been a long

time.”

Her playful tone hinted at

mischief. “Perhaps I should

transfer your soul into the body

of a dog—maybe a Husky?”

Bai Yan’s silence spoke

volumes. The witch’s jest didn’t

entirely feel like a joke.

Taking control of her body, Bai

Yan reached out and touched

her cheek. The witch sighed,

acknowledging his

dominance.

“Welcome back,” she said with

a smile. “It has been three

thousand years here, but in

Noah’s world, only a little over

ten years have passed.”

Bai Yan’s journey was far from

over. His return marked the

dawn of a new chapter.