A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 809: Chapter 487: Returning Home (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Giving up the Supreme Miracle requires immense courage, but Saros has his own convictions, so he doesn’t feel regret.

The curse of the Electronic Frontier indeed caused Saros great pain, and even once shattered his morale.

He and Clearspring were in love, but the couple did not have children.

To seek answers, Saros broke his principle of purity, wandering everywhere, and had fleeting encounters with many people, including the Master of Miracles, the Miracle Citizens, and ordinary mortals.

At that time, rather than a hero, Saros was more like a person lost in confusion.

But without exception, Saros failed to father a child with anyone. He was merely a mortal, not subjected to reproductive isolation, yet he remained childless.

Clearspring naturally did not like Saros’s behavior, but she could feel the man’s pain, and therefore she did not stop him.

Many people found it unbelievable, for that great hero to be defeated.

But they could not mock or criticize, because what defeated the hero was the precious thing called familial love; he was crushed by solitude, knocked off the pedestal by eternal loneliness.

“I never claimed to be a hero, nor did I ever portray myself as one.”

“They deified me, thinking I was omnipotent,” said Saros as he left Clearspring, searching alone for a way to break the curse: “But I have always been myself, never once changed.”

As time went by, when Saros once again set foot on this familiar land, he was no longer the passionate young man from years ago. Yet this place, just like when he left home 20 years ago, had hardly changed.

“Is this your hometown?”

“Yes.”

Riding on horseback, Saros spoke to a middle-aged man about fifty years old: “Quite peaceful, isn’t it? A good place for retirement.”

They were actually not yet in Saros’s hometown, but in such a large region, there naturally would be more than one village.

Saros’s home was still a short distance away, but the scenery along the way represented this place. Looking at them, Saros recalled many amusing events from his childhood.

“Do people of Yatun live in this area?”

The Old Mountain Elder was not especially old now, but his hair had turned white, and his face had many more wrinkles than when he first met Saros over ten years ago; he was no longer young.

The old man frequently looked around. The differences between the People of Yatun and other races were not obvious, but to someone like the Elder Shan, who was a living dictionary, the distinctions were clear at a glance.

“All are People of Yatun.”

In this era, Saros had not yet vanished, and the Iron Eagle King’s warrant for the People of Yatun had not been issued.

Thinking about it, initiating such a thing when Saros was at the height of his fame would likely provoke the wrath of the Kings. The Iron Eagle King did not have the courage to do so.

“I like it here.”

“You will like our village even more.”

Upon mentioning that place, a joy surged uncontrollably in Saros’s heart. He had been away from home for over twenty years, unable to accompany his older brother due to various matters.

Fortunately, Clearspring was in control of this area, and it had always been peaceful.

In fact, Saros had always kept in contact with his older brother, knowing his condition and also aware that he had met a woman years ago and had fallen in love at first sight.

His older brother, frail and sickly, felt that it was better not to be a bother to others with his health issues.

This also led to Saros’s older brother, already in his forties, remaining a bachelor.

Having such a rare stroke of luck, Saros immediately wrote a letter to offer his advice.

The two corresponded with Clearspring as the hub, their letters never ceased, and this gave Saros the peace of mind that his brother was safe and sound.

However, as for his own brother, Saros really didn’t know what to say about him.

Saros had clearly asked Clearspring to look after his elder brother.

And of course, Clearspring wouldn’t refuse!

The Marchioness, long since won over by Saros, was willing to do anything instructed by that man.

The Marchioness had sent people to visit, and even came in person more than once to meet the man Saros regarded as his brother.

Yet, he kept insisting that he had grown used to life in the village and couldn’t part with his fellow villagers, adamantly refusing to go to Clearspring’s Miracle Kingdom.

Saros had no choice with him and could only let him do as he wished.

“There are so many People of Yatun, if one day Lord Saros establishes the Miracle Kingdom, he could directly recruit them as our soldiers, right?”

The speaker was a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, named Sagangduo, a prodigy unearthed by Saros during his adventures, a person of Yatun with impeccable character and talent.

“Miracles…”

Saros murmured to himself, only he knew his situation – cursed by the Superior Miracle, he was fated to never encounter any miracles.

This meant that Saros would never achieve his own miracle in his lifetime.

Not only that, without any descendants, Saros also couldn’t hold out hope for the next generation, as the Electronic Frontier had severed even this thread of thought.

‘But so what?’

Saros understood that his legend had ended, but he was willing to accept it.

A man who didn’t fear death, how could he fear mere failure? Even if he were to grow old in the second half of his life, Saros felt that it didn’t matter.

Just like his brother, who never had a grand adventure and was already past his fifties without any complaints or dissatisfaction.

Compared to most people in the world, Saros was already lucky enough: “Since it cannot be achieved by seeking, then, I shall stop seeking.”

In the time to come, Saros would do everything in his power to aid Sagangduo and his other friends, helping them find miracles and enabling them to possess the power to protect themselves in the chaotic times ahead.

Moreover, Saros wasn’t truly out of options.

Clearspring was that valuable opportunity.

Her contract with him was halfway complete, and this half clearly came before the curse of the Electronic Frontier.

Therefore, even the Superior Miracle couldn’t stop him from obtaining her.

‘Even if it is only a Middle Tier, a miracle is still a miracle, with no real hierarchy of better or worse.’

There are no trash miracles, only trash Masters of Miracles, a sentiment that Saros strongly agreed with; with his talent, any miracle in his hands could exhibit unbelievable power.

“Sir!”

While Saros was thinking this, a woman’s voice came from ahead: “Is it Lord Saros?”

She was dressed like a rural commoner, with her hair tied up at the back of her head, and neither her appearance nor her temperament was outstanding, but Saros recognized her at once: “Miss Anna?”

The woman named Anna showed a surprised smile: “It is really you, my benefactor!”