The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 107

That fragile, slightly scorched bright yellow, like a searing needle, pierced through the chaotic black mist before Ning Ning’s eyes.

His consciousness was forcibly pulled back—if only for an instant.

He blinked with effort. His long eyelashes, damp with sweat, trembled like two weary butterfly wings, fluttering weakly.

His vision finally focused.

A filthy little girl, her small face smeared and dirty like a kitten just emerged from under the stove.

Her eyes were astonishingly large, staring unblinkingly at him, filled with the purest, untainted devotion and trust a child could hold.

And…

A small wildflower, carefully cupped in her hands, stained with dirt and traces of blood.

Ning Ning’s mind went blank.

He even forgot that Gu Qingfeng was partially controlling him, and that not far away, an almost bone-chilling, deadly aura from Xiao Lin’s subordinate lingered.

All the sounds of the world seemed muted.

The wind, the shocked cries of people, the beeping of medical instruments… everything receded like a tide.

In his world, there was only this tiny child, stubbornly offering him everything she had.

The girl saw him just staring, not speaking. She pursed her tiny lips tighter, as if gathering all the courage in her life, and slowly extended her small hand forward.

It nearly brushed the hem of Ning Ning’s uniform.

Ning Ning’s heart felt as if it were gently, tenderly grasped by that warm little hand.

A bitter, indescribable emotion surged from the depths of his heart, instantly washing away the exhaustion and weakness that weighed down his limbs.

He wanted to lift his hand, to take the flower.

He wanted to smile at this child, to tell her not to be afraid.

But the strength in his body had been completely drained by the song he had just sung; it was heavy, as if filled with lead.

He couldn’t even move his fingers. His vision dimmed in waves.

All he could manage was the slightest upward curve of his lips.

Perhaps that wasn’t even a smile.

It was just a pale, fragile movement that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Yet in the girl’s eyes, this “big brother,” more beautiful than moonlight, had smiled at her.

Her eyes lit up instantly, as if two tiny, bright flames had been ignited.

No longer hesitating, she rose onto her tiptoes and gently placed the small wildflower into the chest pocket of Ning Ning’s combat uniform.

That spot was closest to his heart.

Having done so, she took a step back, as if completing some grand ritual, and then bowed deeply to Ning Ning.

When she raised her head again, her bright eyes were brimming with tears, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

In a small, nasal voice, clear and soft, she said:

“Thank you, Moon God.”

“This… this flower is for you.”

Having said that, she turned and ran, as if afraid of being caught by the terrifying soldiers in black uniforms. Her small figure quickly disappeared among the busy medical staff and ruined walls.

Only the small, bright yellow wildflower remained, lying quietly on Ning Ning’s chest.

Like a medal, forged from hope and faith, unique in the world.

Ning Ning’s gaze remained fixed on that flower.

He could smell the faint scorched scent of its petals, mingled with the earthy, iron-like tang of blood.

That was… the scent of this world.

It was the real, cruel world that Xiao Lin protected with fire and blood at any cost.

In this moment, Ning Ning felt it clearly and deeply for the first time.

He was no longer a mere bystander.

He had been accepted by this world in the gentlest and heaviest way possible.

“Do you see it now, Ning Ning?”

Gu Qingfeng’s voice sounded in his ear again, calm yet satisfied, like a soft aria.

“This is ‘the hearts of the people.’”

“Sharper than any blade, firmer than any power.”

“From today onward, you are no longer anyone’s appendage. You are their one and only god.”

His hand still steadied Ning Ning’s arm. Seemingly supportive, it was in truth impossibly controlling.

Ning Ning did not respond.

His entire attention had been captured by the small wildflower over his heart.

An unprecedented, immense wave of shock and exhaustion swept over him like a tsunami.

He felt his spirit stretch to its limit, then snap like a taut string.

His vision began to fade again.

…

Meanwhile, at the Imperial First Research Institute, in a top-floor sterile laboratory,

A massive holographic display broadcasted live footage of the disaster in the Seventh Star System.

The camera locked precisely on the silver-haired, purple-eyed youth.

When the little girl offered the flower, the entire control room filled with suppressed gasps.

Countless researchers, men and women alike, instinctively covered their mouths, eyes full of shock and emotion.

Only the man standing at the front of the console remained unmoved.

He wore a spotless white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses. His expression was calm, almost cold.

He stared intently at the streams of data on the screen. Behind his glasses, his eyes burned with a nearly fanatical, intense light.

“Dr. Huo Ze!”

An assistant hurried over, voice trembling with excitement.

“Did you see that child… this is practically a miracle! The emotional resonance index of the populace just now— it surpassed all historical records!”

“I saw it.”

Huo Ze’s voice was calm, but his gaze never left the screen.

He did not look at Ning Ning’s face, capable of captivating all beings, nor at the deeply touching scene.

He focused solely on the faint energy aura surrounding Ning Ning’s body—imperceptible to the naked eye, detectable only by precise instruments.

That aura, stirred by the “Divine Song” he had just sung, pulsed slowly at a deeply arcane frequency.

“It’s not emotional resonance.”

Huo Ze murmured, as if answering his assistant or speaking to himself.

“It’s ‘resonance.’”

“Assistant, immediately retrieve the Eldoria Civilization relic database and compare with the notation on Tablet A-0037 of the ‘Divine Scale.’”

“Yes, sir!”

The assistant began operating instantly. Streams of enormous data flickered rapidly across a corner of the screen.

Seconds later, the comparison was complete.

Two seemingly unrelated waveforms slowly overlapped on the screen.

Perfectly, seamlessly aligned.

“Th… this can’t be…”

The assistant gasped in disbelief.

Huo Ze, however, smiled.

He removed his glasses, revealing eyes that shone brightly with fanatical excitement.

It was the gaze of one… witnessing the arrival of truth in the world, like a true believer.

“So that’s it… so that’s it…”

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