Not the second calamity.

But a being that will give birth to a calamity.

That’s how my mother referred to herself. Moreover, the calamity she spoke of was me.

This meant—

"I was meant to be born as a calamity from the very beginning."

And yet, my mother claimed she herself did not bear the role of a calamity.

That meant her very purpose was to give birth to one.

"Her purpose was to bring forth a calamity…?"

The world had tried to analyze everything through the failure of the Blood Demon.

It had calculated every scenario, lowering the limits of martial artists, ensuring that in every circumstance, failure was not an option.

And that conclusion was—

"Was the goal from the start to bring forth a calamity into Zhongyuan?"

And my mother was the medium for that? She met my father and gave birth to me?

"…How?"

How could they believe that simply by giving birth to me, I would become a calamity?

Did my mother already know this when she met my father?

Then, what about my entire life up until now?

"Was everything that happened to me the will of the world…?"

Could it be that even my regression was part of it? Was everything truly orchestrated by the world?

"Do you truly think your regression was a coincidence?"

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Yeon Ilcheon’s words resurfaced in my mind.

"You are the calamity."

The words spoken by Yeon Ilcheon’s lingering will at the Divine Dragon Temple. Those words had been the truth.

Did he know all of this when he said it to me?

“...Haha.”

I ran a hand through my hair. Fatigue welled up inside me.

Shin Noya had once told me—if I didn’t believe it myself, then it wasn’t true.

He told me to believe in myself.

I had held onto those words, enduring up until now.

“…How am I supposed to believe in myself now?”

With everything reaching this point, what exactly was I supposed to believe in?

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