My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

"No way..."

Leon's heart felt like it was being crushed by an iron claw. Tears streamed down his face, falling like relentless rain.

His body stiffened, and his handsome face turned deathly pale.

Whether this was an illusion or not, he couldn't bear to watch the two he loved die before his eyes.

"Argh... Argh..." He groaned in pain, clutching his chest.

It was pure agony—an unbearable torment. He wanted to escape this damned place, but he couldn't.

A strange force restrained him, stripping away both his holy power and chaos power, leaving him helpless. It felt as though he was being forced to witness everything unfold.

"Damn it!"

Just then, the Evil God floating in the sky let out a furious roar.

The deafening sound wave shattered everything in its path—including Leon.

His clothes were torn to shreds, and deep wounds were carved through his skin, tendons, and bones.

But the physical pain was nothing. The true torment was watching the ones he loved perish before his eyes—it was agony a thousand times worse.

The Evil God gritted his teeth, staring at his half-destroyed body. "You bastards! How dare you, lowly creatures, wound me!?"

Dark energy exploded from his body, surging into the sky and unleashing a terrifying, cataclysmic force.

The already dark sky grew even blacker, and blood-red rain poured down, drenching the entire world.

Devastating earthquakes tore through the land, a grim testament to the terrifying power of the Evil God.

His fierce gaze remained locked on Fiona, who floated hundreds of meters away, still deep in meditation.

Hatred and fury twisted the Evil God's face as he roared, "If not for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this, Fated One! I swear, I will kill you today and bring this world under my rule!"

With those words, he clenched his right fist and lunged toward her.

Leon's eyes snapped open. Horror filled his expression as he forced himself to stand.

"No... No... Fiona!" he screamed hysterically, stretching out his arms as if trying to reach her.

But no matter how desperately he reached, she was far beyond his grasp.

*Bang!*

The Evil God's fist, infused with a mysterious dark energy, struck Fiona's chest, unleashing a deafening explosion.

A massive storm erupted from the impact, tearing through everything within a kilometer radius.

Leon was nearly blown away, but he managed to grip a large boulder behind him, holding on with all his strength.

The storm raged for a full minute before finally subsiding.

Leon lifted his pale face, his breath hitching in shock. "Fiona... survived?"

From his vantage point, the Evil God's punch—just centimeters from Fiona's chest—had been stopped by her right hand.

"How is that possible?" The Evil God was stunned, unable to believe what he was witnessing.

But before he could recover from his shock, Fiona suddenly opened her eyes.

*Whoosh!*

A brilliant white light burst from them, and a golden, star-shaped Hero's Destiny mark appeared on her forehead.

The moment it manifested, the Evil God felt the chilling presence of death.

For the first time in his existence, fear and horror twisted his face.

"Damn it! Damn it!" he roared, desperately trying to pull his hand from Fiona's grasp.

But no matter how hard he struggled, her grip was unshakable.

"Impossible! I'm a deity! There's no way I can lose to a mere mortal!" His hysterical scream echoed across the world.

Yet, no matter how much he resisted, he remained trapped in Fiona's hold.

*Buzz!*

Fiona raised her left hand to the side, and a streak of radiant light appeared.

It expanded, shifting and taking form—until, at last, a black-and-white sword materialized in her grasp.

The moment Leon saw it, an inexplicable sense of familiarity washed over him.

"That sword... is it the Holy Sword of Zenith?" His eyes widened. "No... the Holy Sword of Zenith doesn't have black on its blade. Then... could it be the Great Sword of Chaos? But... that doesn't seem right either..."

The sword closely resembled both, yet the ancient gold and purple patterns etched along its blade made it clear—it was neither.

"Could it be... a fusion of the two swords?" As the thought took shape, Leon's breathing grew labored.

The idea seemed impossible—combining two swords with opposing power sources should have been unthinkable. Yet, it was the only explanation that made sense.

Meanwhile, the Evil God's terror deepened at the sight of the weapon in Fiona's hand.

"How is that possible!? How can you merge those two swords!?" His voice trembled with disbelief, screeching like a maddened beast.

But Fiona remained unfazed. With cold indifference, she raised the sword high.

"You have plunged the world into chaos. Now, accept your fate—cursed Evil God."

The moment she spoke, the sword radiated an intense gray light. In an instant, she swung it toward him.

Seeing the attack coming, the Evil God let out a hysterical scream.

"No!"

*Whoosh!*

There was no explosion. No destruction. Only an overwhelming gray light consumed the world, blinding everything in its wake.

For ten long minutes, the radiance persisted.

When it finally faded, Leon slowly lowered the arm shielding his eyes.

He looked above—The Evil God was gone.

"Is the Evil God... dead?" Leon asked, his voice trembling.

But before he could process what had happened, Fiona's hovering body wavered slightly—then began to fall.

"Not good!"

Leon instinctively tried to move—and to his surprise, his body obeyed.

Not only that, but his holy power and chaos power swiftly returned to him.

Without hesitation, he darted forward, catching Fiona in his arms.

Seeing her pale, weakened face, Leon felt as if his heart had been slashed by a thousand blades.

"Fiona... Wake up, my dear..." he called, his voice thick with emotion, tears welling in his eyes.

But Fiona remained still, showing no sign of waking, deepening his anxiety.

"Hmm..."

Just when despair threatened to consume him, a soft groan escaped her lips.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly—then slowly opened.

Leon's sorrow melted into pure relief. But before he could say a word, doubt crept in.

Would she even be able to see him?

After all, neither Liliana, Athena, Fiona, nor the Evil God had acknowledged his presence before.

Yet, to his shock, Fiona's lips parted, and she whispered softly, "Daddy, is that you?"

Leon's eyes widened in disbelief.

He hurriedly nodded. "It's me, Fiona. Can you see me?"

Fiona didn't respond. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she weakly raised her right hand, gently wiping the tears from Leon's cheeks.

"Am I dreaming? Why do you look younger... as if I'm seeing you from the past?" She murmured, her voice laced with sorrow.

Leon's chest tightened. He shook his head. "You're not dreaming, Fiona. It's me... It's really me..."

Yet, no matter how desperately he reassured her, she didn't seem to truly hear him.

"Daddy, I'm sorry... I failed to meet your expectations," she whispered weakly. "Mommy, Aunt Athena, and my sisters... they're gone. Every living being in this world has perished. I may have defeated the Evil God, but I couldn't save them... I failed... I'm sorry..."

As her final words fell, her breathing grew shallow, and the light in her eyes slowly dimmed.

A few seconds later, Fiona's hand, which had been gently touching Leon's face, went limp and fell away.

In that instant, reality struck him—Fiona was dead.

Leon's eyes turned vacant. His body remained frozen, unmoving.

*Dong!*

A deep, thunderous gong echoed across the world.

The dark sky suddenly blazed with an intense light.

From above, thousands of golden-winged figures descended, each holding a golden trumpet, forming a breathtaking celestial array.

Then, a voice—majestic and cold, like the decree of an Emperor—resounded through the heavens.

"The Fated One is dead! Now, it is my time to ascend the throne as the True God of this universe!"

*Crack!*

As the voice rang out, the world before Leon shattered—cracks spreading like fractured glass struck by a mighty force.

*Bang!*

In an instant, everything exploded into countless fragments, leaving Leon suspended in an endless void of darkness.