NOVGO.NET Chapter 789: 789: The Light Never Truly Died
Chapter 789: 789: The Light Never Truly Died
“If I hadn’t come back, would you really never remarry?”
The sun was already high when Orson looked down at Blank curled in his arms. She was like a gentle cat, her face buried against his chest, breathing in his scent as if she could never get enough of it.
“Who would dare to marry me?”
Blank raised a brow proudly. “I’m the US Triple Crown winner, Earth’s Archmage, the woman standing beside the Chaos God… is there any title more badass than that?”
“Alright, alright, that’s enough showing off.”
Orson’s face flushed slightly. It was one thing when others said it, but hearing it from her lips always made him uneasy.
“Oh, there’s one more title.”
Blank smiled like a fox, leaned close, and whispered in his ear, “Hubby.”
Orson froze, eyes wide. After all these years—after everything they’d been through, after raising a child—this was the first time he had ever heard that simple, ordinary word from her.
“I owe you and our son more than I can ever repay,” he murmured softly. His expression darkened. Orson could be the guide who led adventurers to godhood, the guardian deity who drove the invaders from Earth—but he could never quite be a good husband.
“Idiot.”
Blank gave him a playful glare and flicked him hard on the forehead.
“Hey, that’s my move!”
“You dare hit me? I’m the Chaos God! How dare a little assassin act up?”
Orson grinned, threw off the covers, and pulled her into his arms.
“You’re impossible…”
Blank didn’t pull away. She simply let him do as he wished.
“You once said you couldn’t give me anything,” she whispered, voice trembling. “But that little guy… he’s the best gift you ever gave me.”
Her eyes softened with warmth as she kissed him. In that moment, she poured years of longing into that touch, wishing time would stop forever.
Hours later, Blank rested quietly against his chest. She knew this man’s shoulders could hold up the stars—and that he would never truly stop walking forward.
To end the chaos between gods and demons.
To honor those who had died.
Earth’s symbol could not end with him.
A voice came from outside the door.
“The funeral is ready. You should come soon.”
It was her brother, James.
“Get up!”
Blank’s face turned crimson. She shoved Orson away and dressed faster than a lightning spell.
“We’re married,” Orson said with mock seriousness.
“Do we have a certificate?”
“Uh… not yet.”
“A wedding?”
He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
“Then we’ll fix that.”
“Fine. We’ll fix it.”
She gave him a cold little smirk, though her eyes had softened.
——
The ruins of Forever City.
Thousands of tombstones lined the ground, and above them floated over two hundred captured warships. The air was heavy with silence and grief as the leaders of every guild and nation stood gathered.
“Dad…”
Before Bradley’s grave, family and comrades knelt, their tears falling onto the stone.
Madman clenched his fists, staring at the photo of that smiling fool who never once took life seriously. His tears ran freely.
“Prepare the salute!”
Old Yin, eyes red, raised his hand solemnly.
The Undying Lord led the fleet as every cannon fired at once.
Dragons roared in the distance, fire splitting the sky. The thunderous barrage was both tribute and declaration—the prelude to vengeance.
The funeral lasted until dusk. When the crowds dispersed, only Orson remained.
He sat before the grave, pulling out a bottle of pre-apocalypse vodka.
“What can I possibly do for you, brother?”
He took a long drink, then poured another beside the stone. His throat tightened, and finally he pressed his hand over his face, sobbing uncontrollably.
In his darkest years, when he passed out drunk at a night-stall, it was always Bradley who carried him home. The man had never asked for anything in return.
Orson still didn’t understand what Bradley ever saw in him—why he cared so much about a broken nobody.
There were times when Orson had stood on the edge of his workshop roof, ready to end it all.
And every single time, it was Bradley—the damn fool—who gave him the courage to live.
In this life and the last.
If saints truly existed, then Bradley had to be one.
In just over a decade, a single father became a fallen war god, and a wandering mage became Earth’s new deity.
Fate mocked them both—and yet, somehow, it completed them.
“I’m late, Orson.”
A pale hand rested gently on his shoulder.
He didn’t look surprised. The moment the air rippled, he’d felt her presence.
He turned and drew her into his arms.
Sienna.
She was no longer the innocent girl he remembered. Black light shimmered around her, and the wings of a fallen angel unfurled behind her back. Her power had already reached the rank of a lower god.
“Bradley… he’s gone. He’s not coming back.”
Orson’s voice shook as his eyes turned red, chaos burning through his veins.
“I can bring him back.”
His head snapped up. Sienna stood before him, beautiful enough to hurt.
He knew her abilities well—she could create, not resurrect. The body could be remade, but Bradley’s soul and memories were long erased beneath the Thunder God’s wrath. Even if reborn, it would not truly be him.
“If… if you let me help, maybe we can,” said a timid voice behind them.
Orson turned.
Hazel stood there, tall and graceful, sunlight threading through her hair. Her eyes were clear and full of quiet determination.
For a moment, Orson felt dazed.
Maybe the world wasn’t done yet.
The vodka bottle tilted in the wind, dripping onto the grave.
He whispered softly, “Bradley, can you see it? Our world isn’t dead yet.”
“Come back.”
Far away, dawn’s first light crept across the horizon.
On the wreckage of the battleships, new banners snapped in the wind.
Some gods had fallen. Others were being born.
The bells of Forever City tolled three times, echoing through the dust and sunlight.
Far beyond the stars, unseen divine realms turned their gaze toward this tiny world.
They thought our end had come, but we chose to call it a beginning.
Beyond that endless sea of stars, perhaps another journey awaits.
And that light… was never truly gone.
—THE END—
Thank you to every reader who has stayed with me until this moment.
Your support, your encouragement, and even your criticism—
I’ve heard them all, and I’ve kept them close to heart.
Now, it’s time to rise again, to begin a new journey, a new chapter.
May we all find, in our own worlds, that light which never truly fades.