The Bloodline System Chapter 1683: The Fallen Hero

A heavy stillness gripped everyone present.

Their chests tightened with an agonizing pressure.

Angy.

The friend they cherished.

The warrior they respected.

The sister of their hearts.

The companion who had stood by them since their MBO days.

The girl whose smiles for Gustav were always filled with a unique tenderness.

The one who had pushed herself more than anyone to ensure their collective survival.

The one who remained steadfast in her belief in Gustav, even when his own confidence wavered.

The one who was prepared to lay down her life for him—

And truly had.

Elevora’s legs gave out as she collapsed to the ground.

Sersi began to weep openly.

Aildris squeezed his hands into tight fists until the sound of cracking knuckles filled the air.

A sudden redness flooded Falco’s eyes.

E.E took a shaky step forward, his balance failing him.

His voice cracked with emotion.

"Bro..."

His lips began to quiver uncontrollably.

"No... that can't be right. Please, no..."

He reached out and seized Gustav’s arm.

"Tell me something else. Admit that you’re lying. PLEASE just tell me this is a lie. Angy can’t be gone. She CAN’T be! We’ve spent YEARS fighting side by side! We made it through everything! She survived every battle! She—she—she wouldn’t just leave us like this—"

Gustav reached down and gently pried E.E’s fingers away.

"I’m sorry."

Those two simple words shattered their remaining hope.

They had endured losses in the past.

Horrible, devastating ones.

But Angy?

ANGY?

The reality felt like a dream.

It felt wrong. It felt impossible.

Gustav started to walk away across the lunar landscape, his pace slow but his body vibrating with a suppressed storm of grief.

The others hurried to follow, desperate to offer comfort, desperate for some kind of explanation.

But Gustav spun around abruptly.

The atmosphere shifted violently as a glow ignited in his eyes.

"I need solitude right now," he whispered. "The time has come for you all to leave."

"Gus—" Endric tried to speak.

The instant Gustav snapped his fingers...

Phuuum~

E.E lunged forward—

"BRO WAIT—!"

Falco screamed—

"GUSTA—!"

Aildris bellowed—

"DON’T DO THIS—!"

A brilliant flash of golden light consumed them, and in a heartbeat, they were gone.

They materialized back on Earth, standing in the center of a tranquil, verdant field.

Their refuge.

Their home.

Falco tripped and hit the grass.

A piercing scream escaped Elevora.

Sersi sank to her knees once more, her sobbing becoming frantic.

Aildris tightened his grip so fiercely that blood began to seep from his palms.

With a guttural snarl, Endric slammed his fist into the dirt.

E.E stood frozen, trembling—then he released a cry from the very depths of his soul:

"FUCK!"

The roar thundered across the vast, open landscape.

They all understood the cruel irony now.

The cosmos had been mended.

But one person remained lost forever.

The man who had rescued all of existence...

Had been unable to save the one person who mattered most to him.

...

...

...

Peace had returned to the world.

No...

Peace had returned to the entire universe.

For the first time in an age, no malevolent deities watched from above, no threats from other dimensions poured through rifts, and no celestial despots tore the heavens apart with their hatred.

Earth spun peacefully under a quiet sun.

The winds blew naturally, free from distortion.

With the assistance of allies from the stars, cities began to rise from the ruins.

Laughter echoed in the streets, no longer suppressed by terror.

Yet, even as serenity settled over the world like morning dew, a single name occupied every conversation:

Gustav.

The Outworldly.

The Savior of the Universe.

And another name trailed behind it, whispered with profound sadness:

Angy Vilandrobadia.

The Silent Savior.

The Fallen Hero.

The truth had rippled across every continent.

It began as a mere rumor... just another story from the stars.

But eventually, more survivors came forward to tell the tale.

They recounted the way the deities had warped the fabric of reality.

How Earth had been shattered into three massive pieces and kept as a trophy in a cosmic cell.

How humanity was tormented by entities who viewed them as nothing more than insects.

And how, at the very end when hope had evaporated, Gustav came back.

He returned from the grip of death.

He returned from beyond the borders of existence.

He returned with the rage of a dying sun and the mercy of a man who had known deep love.

He stitched reality back together.

He mended the broken galaxies.

He restored life to the void.

The universe sang in praise of his name.

However, the complete story soon came to light.

Gustav could never have made his return—

Without her.

Angy.

The girl who maintained her kindness even in the heat of battle.

The girl marked by the twin horns of a unicorn.

The girl who loved with everything she had, lived for others... and perished in silence.

The cosmos learned that to facilitate Gustav’s rebirth, Angy had surrendered everything...

her heartbeat...

her soul...

her very place in existence...

and the life of the child she carried...

This revelation hit the galaxy with a wave of grief so powerful that even the most distant civilizations mourned.

If Gustav was the one who saved them, then Angy was the one who saved their savior.

A single question now echoed through every star system:

Where was Gustav hiding?

Where was the man who could reconstruct a universe?

Where was the fighter, the friend, and the guardian?

He had not shown himself.

Not even once.

He gave no interviews.

He attended no victory celebrations.

He didn't even appear to receive a simple thank you.

He had vanished into thin air.

People began to wonder...

"He must be lost in his grief."

"He must be broken beyond repair."

"He is likely in a place where the universe can no longer find him."

Their guesses were accurate.

But no one dared to speak the words too loudly.

The truth was simply too tragic to bear.

The greatest hero of the universe was a man in pieces.

Eventually, the day finally arrived.

The day of Angy Vilandrobadia’s final farewell.

The funeral was held on Earth—

the world where she first drew breath,

the world where she learned to fight,

the world where her heart first belonged to Gustav,

the world she had defended more times than could be counted.

The service took place in a lush valley within Plankton City.

Thousands of people gathered.

It wasn't just humans who came to pay their respects.

Aliens traveled from the farthest reaches of space.

Soldiers stood alongside survivors.

Children who owed their lives to her were there.

Leaders of civilizations restored by Gustav’s power attended.

Entire crews of starships had journeyed across lightyears just to honor a girl they had never personally known.

Drones hovered in the air, recording the event and broadcasting it to the entire galaxy.

A podium for memorials stood before a shimmering statue made of pure lumistone... a material reserved only for the most legendary heroes.

The statue portrayed Angy standing tall, the unicorn-like horns on her forehead carved with pride. Her face was set in an expression of peace and courage.

She was depicted with one hand raised as if protecting someone behind her, while the other was balled into a fist, prepared for combat.

The artist had captured her essence perfectly.

White petals fell around the statue like a gentle snowfall.

In the front row sat Mr. and Mrs. Vilandrobadia.

Time had taken its toll, and more gray hair lined their heads... but one thing remained unshakable:

The love they felt for their daughter.

Mrs. Vilandrobadia gripped her handkerchief so hard that the fabric began to tear.

Mr. Vilandrobadia sat with his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands as his shoulders shook with silent sobs.