The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Many years ago, a tyrant queen ruled over a race of women. She was a cruel and powerful ruler who ruled with an iron fist.

They called her the Tyrant Sword Queen because she was one of the most powerful swordsmen of her time. A true tyrant with the sword.

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This tyrant queen did not believe in friendship and would kill anyone who dared to try to befriend her. She is a tyrant…

Once, she killed 200,000 men because she heard a rumor that one of them claimed he could tame her and pin her in his bed… She was a tyrant…

However, one day, this tyrant became obsessed with someone she met only once. Because of this obsession, when the time came, she single-handedly waged war against an entire galaxy.

The tyrant queen ultimately died because of her obsession and was reborn as a war goddess, shunned by her family. Now, this once-tyrannical queen lay unconscious on a bed, with life rapidly slipping from her body.

Klaus gazed at the sleeping Miriam with a clenched fist.

He could tell she was on her last leg, and even with 22 minds, he couldn’t come up with a solution. That was because there wasn’t a solution for what had happened.

[I am sorry, Klaus. If her soul had fractured, we would have been able to use a technique called Soul Mending to mend it back. Though it would have destroyed her potential, she would live and perhaps heal over time.]

The senior spoke to Klaus, causing a few tears to fall from his eyes.

Klaus walked closer to the bed where Miriam’s aging body lay. Because her soul had shattered, her age caught up to her as it would have been had it not been for the apocalypse…

He knelt down and held her hand, sending his star qi into her body, hoping it might help her, but he could tell, without even feeling it, that she couldn’t be saved.

Suddenly, Klaus’s emotions started to grow unstable as more teardrops fell from his eyes. He was losing his grip, and while he didn’t sense it, his seventh core was leaking an aura of intense anger, hatred, and resentment.

It was the kind of emotion one experiences when someone they love is taken from them… only Klaus’s own feelings were coming from deep within his soul.

When he recovered his memories of being Fruity and how he lost his mother and Haniva, he was angry—but it wasn’t as intense as what he was feeling at that moment.

His anger radiated outward, and soon, his intense aura of hatred filled the room, making everyone turn pale. Klaus wasn’t in the right mindset.

His woman was dying right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do. This caused him to lose control, and just like that, Klaus could only shed tears as Queenie, who was also exhausted, slowly started to lose her grip.

Suddenly, Klaus felt someone hug him from behind. He was emotional at the moment, but his instincts were still as sharp as ever

It was just a hug, but it was enough to help him regain control of his emotions. He recalled his aura and turned to look at Hanna.

A star tattoo appeared on her forehead, causing one of the star tattoos on his back to light up.

****

Far away, inside a certain glowing star with a beautiful ring around it, a monk set his teacup down and sighed.

“It shouldn’t be this early,” he sighed again. “The heavens are growing uneasy… this could only mean we did something right.”

Fruity, who had become one with the nine paragon stars, smiled and formed a hand seal. Suddenly, a projection of his uncle Monk appeared, causing his smile to widen.

“Time for you to wake up, Uncle Monk. Time for your brat to disturb you yet again.” He sent the orb flying away before picking up his teacup and taking a sip.

Hanna’s image appeared next, making him smirk.

“I told you to add her to the harem; things would have become much easier if she were a part of the harem.” He sighed, and then he went back to his meditation, which was drinking tea all day.

What a weird fellow

****

Back in Ross City, inside Klaus’s home, Old Lu, who was recovering his energy to help Queenie, suddenly felt something enter his soul.

His consciousness blacked out for a moment, forcing him to close his eyes.

The next second, his eyes snapped open, but this time, he wasn’t the same Old Lu; he was someone entirely different.

It was just a second of change, but one could tell in the second he had changed in many ways that can only be described as impossible.

He stood up and walked closer to Klaus, who was holding Miriam, while Hanna placed her hand on his back. She acted like an emotional regulator. With her presence, Klaus wasn’t losing control of his emotions.

“There is a way to save her, F-Fruity.”

Klaus, holding Miriam’s hand, felt his body stiffen when he heard Old Lu speak. For a moment, his mind went blank, but he quickly recovered.

To everyone else, nothing seemed unusual except for Old Lu addressing Klaus as “Fruity.”

But for Klaus, who had heard his Uncle Monk call him Fruity countless times in his past life, he instantly knew that the person speaking was his Uncle Monk—not Old Lu. Not the Dean of the Celestial Mountain Academy.

It’s now his Uncle Monk, the one who gave his life so he could live…That same Uncle Monk

Klaus stood up and looked at Old Lu. “Uncle Monk, is that you?”

He asked, tears rolling down his face.

Old Lu smiled at him and walked closer. “It looks like you are much more tamed in this life.”

Klaus leaped forward and hugged his Uncle Monk, unable to hold back his emotions.

This caught everyone watching off guard. They could tell something significant was happening, but they didn’t know what.

One moment, Klaus and Old Lu were just a dean and his disciple. The next, they seemed more like family—closer, almost like a father and son.

What made it even stranger was that Klaus called him “Uncle Monk,” and Old Lu referred to Klaus as “Fruity.”

It was unusual, to say the least, but for Anna and Lucy, it stirred something deeper. They felt lost… as if they were forgetting something important.

The two exchanged looks, but neither could pinpoint what was happening to them or fully grasp the significance of the scene unfolding before their eyes.

“Do you really have a way to save her?” Klaus asked, looking back at Old Lu with eyes filled with expectancy.

“Do you remember what I told you about Soul Worlds, specifically Soul World Building?” Old Lu asked, and Klaus nodded.

He not only knew about how to rebuild one’s Soul World, but he had also learned how to reshape it. “But the method you showed me only builds and reshapes; it doesn’t reconstruct a destroyed Soul World,” Klaus said.

“True, but that applies if you’re using just soul energy. To recreate a Soul World—in this case, to recreate a soul—you must sacrifice a soul multiple times. In plain words, to create a soul, you must sacrifice your cultivation,” Old Lu explained.

Klaus nodded. With his big brain, he could tell something like this was plausible, but even without his intellect, the senior’s words rang true.

[What he said is indeed true. By sacrificing your cultivation, you can create a soul for her. But it’s dangerous since you would have to enter her destroyed soul, where you will be completely exposed. A little mistake, and you will die.]

Klaus gulped and then looked at Old Lu. “Uncle Monk, I will need your help.”