"Rest assured, Conductor, the train will not stop its voyage again."
To Pom-Pom's nagging, Leon answered thus.
"Because I am here."
The words he spoke had never gone unfulfilled.
The galaxy was not destroyed at the hands of "Iron Tomb", and naturally, it would not be destroyed by the "Swarm Emperor".
"Aeon".
This higher-dimensional existence was something Leon would have to face sooner or later, and also something he had to surpass!
It was merely a matter of time.
Even an "Aeon" is nothing more than empty data on a theorycrafter's spreadsheet!
And Leon's goal is a class above the data!
Baldy, my intensity is above your charts!
"Pom-Pom believes in you, Pom!"
Pom-Pom sniffed, raising a hand to wipe the misty eyes with fluff.
"Passenger Leon, you are the Navigator personally selected by Pom-Pom, so you must come back, Pom!"
"En."
He nodded, promising the Conductor.
"Then, on this road of 'The Trailblaze', I will take the first step."
Leon intended to bid farewell to the Golden Progeny, only to find that these thirteen people had their own plans.
The Golden Progeny, at some unknown time, had stationed themselves in batches up ahead.
They stood on the inevitable path of Leon's departure.
If he wanted to walk out of the train, he would undoubtedly have to meet the Golden Progeny one by one, who were waiting for him on this passage, guarding it at intervals.
This farewell was far more formal than the last.
Because they all knew that the enemy Leon had to face this time was unlike any before.
Seeing him come to his senses, the Golden Progeny smiled at him in unison.
Regarding Leon's decision, they obeyed unconditionally.
Therefore, they had no intention of dissuading him, only wishing to send Leon off on this final leg of the journey.
Leon cast his gaze toward the very end of the path, the destination representing the exit.
March 7th was guarding the end; she would be the last person he had to greet before leaving.
Leon smiled, and immediately stepped forward as they wished.
"Partner, you brought the dawn to Amphoreus, and the dawn of the galaxy will also be brought by you."
The first one encountered on the path forward was Phainon.
"May Cephalus never forget."
He extended his fist toward him, seemingly wanting a bump.
"Light is a bond, strangling generation after generation."
Leon bumped fists with him, chuckling.
The next second, the fists separated, and with a pah sound, he patted Phainon's shoulder.
Taking that as a goodbye, he continued forward.
"Savior, I believe in you. Fearing not the bitter darkness is the noble virtue of a warrior of the Hanging Edge."
Mydei extended his hand toward him, looking like he wanted to arm wrestle.
"Warriors of the future should all take pride in you. May the strife of Nicator crown you as King!"
He believed Leon would win, trusting him incomparably.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Another pah sound. Leon clasped palms with him, both sides gripping tight.
After smiling at each other, the two let go, and he bid farewell to Mydei.
"I owe you too much, and I have done too little for you. Anaxagoras hasn't even been able to spread your name far and wide yet, so take care not to die."
Anaxagoras raised his hand, seemingly wanting to high-five him.
For a scholar like him, waiting until there was progress in "Stellaron" research or when the Genius Society opened its doors to him, and then dropping a sentence like "My mentor is Leon"...
Making his name go down in history directly would be the best repayment he could give.
Although Leon didn't need it; with his titles and the things he had done, he didn't need to rely on Anaxagoras at all. He himself was worth the galaxy remembering.
En, perhaps it's hard to say.
Anaxagoras saying he was taught by Leon might surprise the galaxy, not expecting that besides martial prowess, this Heavenly General was also such an authority.
However, he hung out with Herta and that group of Geniuses every day, so it wasn't strange to be influenced.
"If you stir up trouble, just don't sell your master out, and it will be fine."
Pah. Leon high-fived him.
Then he followed up with a backhand high-five, and finally gripped his palm like the arm wrestle with Mydei.
A moment later, the two separated, and Leon continued walking forward.
"I think this won't be our end."
Tribios extended her hand with the palm facing him.
"So, I won't say things like goodbye."
Leon raised his hand to press against hers, immediately having her five fingers, which had been plotting for a long time, drill into the gaps between his fingers.
Fingers interlaced.
The warmth transmitted from the maiden's palm made one reluctant to let go.
"Mr. Leon walks on the correct path. May Janus protect your road ahead."
She spoke softly, the smile revealed on her face holding a kind of benevolent radiance.
Worthy of being the Saintess of Amphoreus.
"The road, from beginning to end, has only ever been one."
Leon couldn't really leave the galaxy to perish and ignore it, could he?
That would just be making a joke of your Brother Leon.
Even if "Tayzzyronth" descended in person, he himself could survive, true.
But what about the Golden Progeny? The Xianzhou Alliance? The people and things he cared about?
Are there many roads?
No, according to Leon's nature, the road from start to finish was only one...
—Thoroughly exterminate "The Propagation"!
Leon pulled his hand away, bidding farewell to Tribios.
"The clothes have just started work, but I think the finished product should suit you."
The next one he welcomed was Aglaea.
"I hope when I finish it, it can be worn on you as a gift, and not a mourning garb."
Aglaea's words were direct.
As she spoke, she raised her right hand toward him, then retracted the first four fingers.
Leaving only the pinky finger, seemingly wanting to make a pinky promise with him.
"Rest assured, even if 'Aha' dies, I can't die."
Seeing this, Leon also raised his pinky.
Just as he was about to extend it to hook Aglaea's pinky and make the promise, he saw a strand of golden thread suddenly appear out of thin air on her pinky.
The golden thread elongated its body, winding and twisting toward his direction, and very quickly wrapped around his pinky as well, acting as a medium to tie the two together.
"I remember this thread of yours can probe the truth of words, right?"
Strange, Leon didn't feel the golden thread had any ulterior motive.
"En, I will absolutely come back alive."
But even if he felt it, Aglaea's golden thread interrogation function was useless against an "Emanator".
After all, as the saying goes, inferiors cannot offend superiors.
"Rest assured now?"
However, Leon didn't think of blocking it this time.
Regarding Aglaea's worry, he didn't mind giving a promise to dispel it.
But the person herself shook her head upon hearing this. "I did not attach any efficacy to the golden thread."
"This is just a form."
Aglaea revealed a smile at him. "I personally prefer this kind of method."
"Towards you, I would never use external objects to probe anything."
She trusted Leon unconditionally; how could she use any schemes on him?
Unless he liked bondage play.
"I only believe the words from your mouth."
Aglaea looked at him. "The words you tell me personally."
"No matter what it is, if you say it is so, then it is."
This was her sincere heart toward him.
"Belief needs no reason."
Fair enough. Leon approved; Aglaea had learned his teachings well.
Yes, belief needs no reason.
So believe. Believe that things others can't do, he can do.
"Speaking of which, have you started growing your hair long?"
Leon noticed something and chatted idly with Aglaea before parting.
"En, thinking of reminiscing about what it was like when I had long hair in the past."
Aglaea raised her left hand, her palm supporting the brilliant golden strands falling by her ear.
"More of the reason, I think, is that I have someone to rely on."
She withdrew the gaze falling on her own hair, looking at him meaningfully.
Long hair and short hair, compared to mere appearance and bearing.
To Aglaea, it was more like a kind of responsibility.
When she still had long hair, she had parents, teachers, and seniors. There were always people ahead of her; the heavy burden, no matter what, wouldn't fall on her alone.
But until one day, the people ahead of her were all gone. She became the person who should stand out the most, and this burden unknowingly fell upon herself.
Aglaea knew she couldn't flee.
Otherwise, the blood of Amphoreus, the Golden Progeny, and the people would have flowed in vain.
Thus, she became the Master Gold Weaver in the eyes of later generations.
The short hair, clean and neat, convenient for action, symbolized her determination.
The meaning of these words was very clear; the answer had even been on the surface all along.
Leon became the reliance of the Gold Weaver.
She could go back to being the maiden named Aglaea again.
Leon glanced at her.
Perhaps knowing the power of an "Aeon" made her exceptionally honest today.
"Not bad."
He tore the golden silk with a yank, smiled, and separated from her.
It seemed he had one more reason not to lose?
Thinking this, Leon continued to walk forward.
"Little Chang, I haven't attended school seriously since I was young. My brain is stupid, I can't say anything presentable, and I'm poor and destitute."
This time he welcomed Cipher.
"I can't bring out anything decent to give you."
Cipher sighed.
From her drooping tail, it could be seen that she wasn't joking.
She was truly a bit disappointed.
"Who are you calling Little Chang? Call me Navigator Leon."
Leon told her to use his title; looked like this kitty was lacking some love.
"Doesn't this seem closer?"
Cipher said "Aiya", disapprovingly.
Because she knew he wouldn't really fuss over this kind of thing.
"Anyway, it's just that!"
Cipher extended her tail toward him, showing her sincerity.
"Wishing you triumph. I like you very much, so don't die."
She said quite seriously.
"O-Maji-Li-Mambo."
Leon expressed receipt.
Then he ruthlessly pinched her cat tail, causing Cipher's entire body to tremble subconsciously.
"Meow!" She hissed.
Pity that when she hissed, Leon had already taken another step forward, separating from her.
It wasn't that he wanted to pinch it; she extended it herself.
"Mr. Leon."
Hysilens placed her left hand horizontally across her abdomen, and her right hand maintained the same action behind her waist. She bowed slightly, performing a standard salute to him.
"You don't have to specially call me Mister. Just use whatever nickname you are accustomed to calling people with."
Leon gave a hum, looking at her as he spoke.
"Leon of the Deep?"
Hysilens thought for a moment, calling out tentatively.
"What meaning?"
Deep (Zhongming), Leon remembered this thing should refer to the sea.
En, for a swimming fish, it seemed there was indeed no nickname more intimate than the ocean.
Fine, better than directly calling him Leon Sea or something.
"You are the lifelong choice I have made, and also my final resting place."
Hysilens met his gaze. "Therefore, please, you must return."
The meaning in her words was very clear.
"A fish is ultimately a fish; how can she leave the ocean she inhabits?"
A fish can leave the sea briefly, but not for a long time; that would ultimately lead her to death.
Hysilens had already chosen her life. Since him, her heart was sealed and love locked away. She would not search again, nor would there be a second sea that could contain her.
"?"
Leon's sense of déjà vu was a bit strong. Mainly, why did this sound like she was guarding her widowhood?
He thought for a moment, letting his gaze fall on Hysilens' slender, jade-like hand wearing an exquisite red glove.
Leon reached out, held her right hand, and gently pulled it out.
"Actually, I'm not very good at raising fish, but regarding water quality, I can still give you a guarantee."
As he spoke, he lowered his face and performed a hand-kissing ceremony.
According to Hysilens, he was her ocean.
Then if Leon was the sea, would there be any sea in this entire universe more high-quality than him?
Regarding his action, Hysilens was slightly stunned.
This kind of behavior was always what she did to others. After all, as a sword banner charging into battle, she herself represented a kind of deterrence, so she had to place herself in the dominant position.
She could not reveal a weak posture like a woman.
This was the first time someone had performed a hand-kissing ceremony on her...
Because Leon was far more powerful than her, he didn't need her protection.
So... naturally, she could rely on him to her heart's content.
Hysilens pursed her lips, finding the mood at this moment somewhat hard to describe.
She had always been someone else's knight.
Until today, she finally met her own knight.
She placed her left hand on her chest, seemingly wanting to stop that faintly restless heart.
"En."
Hysilens' voice was very light, rarely revealing the somewhat coy posture of a little girl.
After the kiss, Leon stood up and strode forward, separating from her.
Just as he prepared to walk straight toward Yaoqing, a voice carrying some anger called out to him.
"You did that on purpose, right?"
The sky-blue flames in the crown on Cerydra's head surged instantly along with her words.
Hearing the voice, Leon suddenly stopped his steps and lowered his head.
"Oh, sorry, sorry."
Entering his eyes was a little blue-haired girl.
Leon was just saying he forgot something.
Vaguely, he felt someone was missing, and now the case was solved.
So it was Cerydra who was missing!
Today's Cerydra TV.
"Do you have a problem with me?"
Cerydra took a deep breath, calming her mood.
No, he abducted her subject; it would be considered good if she didn't have a problem.
"Don't mess with my rhythm."
En, lowering his head to speak was indeed a bit tiring.
Disclaimer, this isn't blackening anything, just speaking the truth.
Leon thought for a moment, then bent halfway down, extending inescapable demonic claws toward Cerydra.
"Forget it..."
Cerydra sighed.
Just as she was preparing to think of what to say, she felt a strangeness under her armpits suddenly attack.
Before she could come back to her senses, she was lifted directly by Leon like holding a doll.
Just like that, Cerydra's dazed gaze aligned with his.
She didn't need to look up, and he didn't need to look down anymore.
"Hey, w-w-what are you doing?!"
When Cerydra came back to her senses, her face flushed red directly. Facing the face close at hand, even her words became unsmooth due to being at a loss.
"Speaking like this isn't tiring."
Leon looked at her eyes, his tone quite serious.
Still quite obedient; she actually didn't move or kick randomly. This rated at least as a luxury cat among kitties.
I, I, I...
Cerydra encountered such a flustering situation for the first time. As the monarch leading Amphoreus, the thing she lacked least was composure and calmness.
But when had she, a dignified monarch of a country, ever been treated so frivolously?!
This kind of behavior was not strange for a sound, normal person raised by parents since childhood, but for Cerydra, it was the only first time in this life.
Because she hadn't felt so-called fatherly or motherly love since she was small.
'So being held by someone is like this...'
Cerydra experienced the feeling of suspension, and suddenly such a thought popped up in her heart.
Although it was very shameful, it counted as a novel experience.
No, no, why was she analyzing and enjoying it!
Cerydra immediately denounced her own 'true fragrance' behavior.
"Forget it..."
She opened her mouth, originally wanting to say some resisting words, but in the end, she let it go resignedly.
It's Leon's... so it's fine...
Not because Cerydra had feelings for him, but purely because his position was higher than hers.
She was now a subject, and he was the Navigator.
Cerydra thought secretly, looking at that face only a short distance away, enough to make people crazy.
En, just because his position is higher than mine.
"Cerydra, you're so light."
Saying this, Leon lifted her a bit higher. As expected of someone with the same body type as Cyrene.
But the scale of the chest was much more spectacular than Cyrene's. One could only say, regarding genes...
"None of your business!"
Cerydra blushed, her voice holding some anger.
Unexpectedly hiding such huge assets?
Dare to hiss? I see you also want to eat the Female Levitation and Sun Never Sets set meal.
"Do you know?"
A moment later, after Cerydra adjusted herself, she began to bid him farewell.
"People of Amphoreus say that good people don't live long, while scourges last for a thousand years."
She looked at Leon's eyes.
"But I never felt I was a good person."
Cerydra's voice was calm.
"A scourge like me survived, so you must survive too."
Good people don't live long precisely because they are good people.
Leon smiled. It is precisely because they are good people that they constantly stand up for others.
"I never felt that being a good person was happy."
What Leon did was never the act of a saint.
"Also, I never felt I was any good person, so rest assured."
He was just doing what he could within his ability.
It was merely that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
What if he didn't go? If he didn't go, everyone would have to die.
That was an "Aeon", after all. Even if weak, He far surpassed the coronated "Iron Tomb".
"Iron Tomb" could destroy the world, let alone the returning "Tayzzyronth"?
"No need to wait for me to eat."
Leon put Cerydra down, speaking softly.
Before Cerydra could respond, he strode away, heading toward the next Golden Progeny.
"Baby Leon."
The next stop was his favorite top-tier super large cup character who could Carry, Support, and Heal!
"Pleading for the people, very handsome oh!" "Toot toot!"
Yaoqing danced with her small fists, speaking to him very seriously. Ikka, this piglet, also raised its right hand, pretending to salute him.
"Some things cannot be solved by medical skills."
Leon knew her ideal—to heal the world's pain—but how could that be easily achieved?
"Hmm, why say that?"
Yaoqing blinked, a smile hanging on her face. "I have already found it."
"Representative of medical skills, the universal cure that can heal the world..."
She spoke in a gentle, soft voice. "Isn't he standing right in front of me?"
Just like that time with the "Stellaron", she could save the body, but could not save the heart.
Only Leon could do both.
"Then let me save this world for you."
Talking about martial arts, right? If talking makes sense, I also know a bit of boxing and kicking; I have plenty of strength and means.
"Baby Leon, can you give me your hand?"
Yaoqing shook her head, seemingly having a different opinion on his words.
Leon did so, extending his right hand.
Yaoqing held the left and right sides of his palm with two small hands. He was a bit confused about what she wanted to do, but just as this confusion arose, his index finger felt a warmth.
The healer made a move he didn't expect.
Yaoqing sent his index finger into her lips, biting it with her top and bottom rows of pure white, exquisite teeth.
How to say it? With this behavior of hers, unless Leon was willing, even if she bit it a hundred million times, it would be difficult to break even a thread of his Dharma Body.
Leon didn't know what her intention was, but instinct still urged him to retract the defense on his body.
Fresh blood, unseen for a long time, spilled from his fingertip.
Flowing down, it dyed Yaoqing's lower lip red, and a rusty taste spread in her mouth.
Seeing her goal achieved, Yaoqing released her teeth.
Sending Leon's index finger out of her mouth.
"But the universal cure is also omnipotent."
She pressed Leon's index finger against her own chest, the fresh blood dyeing the white clothing part red.
"He also has parts to 'improve', and his 'perfection' process should be the responsibility of the healer."
Yaoqing looked up, meeting his lowered gaze.
"Do not do it for me, and do not do it for anyone. Care more about yourself."
She held his hand tight.
"So, do not push yourself. Be careful on the road."
Leon gave a hum and withdrew his hand.
He glanced at the already healed wound, then continued to march forward.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Excellency Leon."
Castorice placed her hands together on her abdomen, bowing slightly to greet him.
"Castorice, how is the novel writing going recently?"
"Th-this..."
The demeanor of the ice beauty Castorice had just now vanished instantly. She didn't expect Leon to suddenly ask her about this at this moment of parting.
"Explosively serialized. I even discussed with the author of 'Medicinal Fragrance Winding Wind'."
She hesitated for a moment, answering truthfully.
"Quite good."
Leon ultimately didn't buy traffic for her; being able to explode in popularity was entirely because she wrote brilliantly.
"Although I feel there is no need for this, let's still go through some procedures."
He knew Castorice's nature, so he was a bit more proactive.
"Do you have anything to say, Castorice?"
"Excellency Leon, it was you who granted me new life."
Castorice clenched her hands, speaking after a deep breath.
"Once, contacting others, hugging..."
She took a step forward. "Were all things attainable but beyond reach for me, who bore the curse of 'Death'."
"It was your appearance that changed my fate."
"Allowing me to no longer be invaded by the curse, to be able to contact and hug others. You made me understand that besides coldness, human body temperature is actually so warm."
She suddenly became a bit coy for some reason.
"All of this is your credit."
A moment later, having prepared herself mentally, she revealed a look of determination.
"This is the first time I have felt your body temperature in the true sense. I do not hope this will be the last time; I do not want it to be the last time..."
Castorice mustered her courage, opened her arms, and hugged him.
The fragrance of the Antheia flower rushed into his nose forcefully along with the beauty entering his embrace.
"It won't be. This is just our beginning, Castorice."
Leon's hand climbed onto her waist. He could clearly feel Castorice's body tremble for a moment.
Her waist was very thin, but the scale of her chest was not small.
Experiencing the softness transmitted from the chest personally, this feeling was even more intense.
Slender branches bearing heavy fruit, indeed.
"Excellency Leon, everyone's fate has long been tightly tied together with you."
Castorice pressed against his chest, blushing slightly, speaking in a voice only the two could hear.
"Living and dying together, this has never been a joke."
A community of shared destiny has always been the truth.
"Our lives are entrusted to you. It is because of you that we can exist."
This was something all the Golden Progeny knew.
But no one had any complaints about their lives being tied to Leon. Not only did they have no complaints, but everyone's attitude could even be described as willing.
A son doesn't despise a poor family; a dog doesn't despise an ugly mother.
Leon shouldered all their lives and granted them new life.
Naturally, they should accept everything about him.
"This is my, and everyone's resolve. You have never been alone."
If Leon dies, she will die too.
This was something the Golden Progeny had prepared for long ago. Regarding the stance on the whole matter, it was all "It should be so".
So no one mentioned it.
Because this was what they should bear, just as Leon shouldered their lives without asking for any reward, not worth bringing up to the table for discussion.
It was just that Castorice, as someone closely related to "Death", knew and understood the value of life better than ordinary people. This identity made her unable to refrain from mentioning it to Leon.
"I know."
Leon released Castorice's waist. "So I won't let anyone die."
He knew, he knew everything. Behind him were the lights of ten thousand homes.
Shouldering such a heavy burden, he couldn't lose, and he wouldn't lose.
"Wait for my return."
After speaking, Leon walked toward the last three people, the three pink-hairs with whom he had a significant relationship.
"En heng~ Finally my turn?"
Cyrene leaned half forward. If she were rich and generous, one should be able to see the groove.
Pity she was generous but destitute.
"People have really waited for you for a long time, Partner~"
Cyrene put her hands behind her back, her petite body swaying gently left and right. The movement matched her tone, sounding like she was acting coquettishly toward him.
Very cute.
"Partner has been flirting with other girls all along."
Demiurge's cheeks puffed up slightly, a bit unhappy.
She had the temperament of a child; liking to fight for favor was a normal phenomenon.
Don't mess with your Brother Leon's rhythm.
Leon thought secretly, not fussing with Demiurge on the surface.
"What haven't I done to you? Say it."
He reckoned there wasn't anything Demiurge needed to fight for.
Kissed, hugged, did everything.
He played with her hands plenty, and hugged her waist plenty in bed.
What was missing?
Leon thought carefully; it seemed one thing really was missing.
What, did she want his blood too?
But as the saying goes, one drop of essence equals ten drops of blood.
If you can't drink the white stuff, go to the kids' table.
"Wu... seems so?"
Demiurge was prone to getting jealous over baffling things, but relatively, she was also very easy to coax.
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