Strongest Mage with the Lust system

Chapter 752 The Anguish

Chapter 752  The Anguish

"I'm sorry for your loss." He said while sitting down beside him. Devor didn't move his gaze away from Heena's face and just lightly nodded his head in acknowledgment. Max didn't say anything else and just sat there, keeping him company.

After a while, Devor opened his mouth, "She had a short temper, and because I was always doing something stupid, she would get angry. We would bicker and fight all the time, even over the smallest things."

A desolate smile appeared on his face as he lovingly caressed her cheek, "She would hit me every chance she got, even in front of other people, not caring about my dignity, but I liked it. I loved every moment I spent with her. She loved me, and I loved her... no, I love her even now. I…"

Tears flowed down his eyes, and his voice choked, "I wish I was lying here instead of her. I wish I had died instead of her. Why… Why did that demon have to target her? Why?! Why didn't it kill anyone else? Why didn't it kill me instead of her?!"

By the end, he was shouting hoarsely, his eyes red in rage and anguish, his aura and mana exploding outwards, pushing everything away from him.

Max didn't say anything and just listened silently. He didn't even resist when his aura pushed him away.

However…

'Hm?' A moment later, he noticed his mana seemed to be going out of his control. Frowning, he appeared beside him and patted his shoulder, sending his bloodline energy into his body to calm him down a little and bring his chaotic mana under control.

After a while, he calmed down and reined in his mana before saying, "Thank you."

Max shook his head and sat down. "I don't know what to say because I can't even begin to understand how much pain you must be in right now. However, keep yourself together, brother. She wouldn't want you to lose your mind and die as a result. She would want you to live the best life you can, and you should do it, not only for yourself, but for her too."

"If it's still unbearable, direct all your anger, pain, and hatred toward the demons and kill until you feel a little peace in your heart."

Devor was silent for a while before he nodded, "You are right. She wouldn't want me to sulk like this. Instead, she would want me to take revenge for her."

Saying this, he put Heena's body in his spatial and stood up, ready to rush toward the demons and kill them.

Seeing this, Max sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him, "You need to rest and heal yourself first; otherwise…"

Thump!

He stopped mid-sentence, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the look in his eyes. His eyes were completely lusterless, resembling a dead person's eyes.

He realized he didn't want to live any longer and wanted to die while killing the demons who took the life of the love of his life.

Devor smiled and pushed his hand away. "Thank you, Sir Max. And please don't blame yourself because neither I blame you, nor did Heena even in the last moment of her life. Also…"

He took out his merit plate. "Let me give you my war merits. I hope they can be of some help to you, make you a little stronger, and allow you to kill more demons."

Max silently took out his merit plate and let him transfer them and then watched him walk away. As the distance between them increased, his heart became heavier and his breathing became rough.

"I… shouldn't have left." He murmured.

Slap!

Right then, a slap landed on his shoulder and jolted him out of the pit of regret he was starting to fall into without him realizing it and broke out in a cold sweat, his heart palpitating.

He turned around and saw Armand and Leo standing there.

"Thank you." He told them, feeling grateful. If not for them arriving in time and bringing him back to his senses, he might have formed a mental barrier, more commonly known as a heart demon, which would have affected his cultivation negatively and created many problems for him down the line.

The duo nodded before Armand said, "He told you not to blame yourself and you shouldn't. You are just a single person. You can't be at every place and save everyone."

Saying this, he turned around, but before walking away, he added, "You need to temper your heart more. For us mages, a firm heart is as, if not more, important than good magic talent, mana affinity, and other things."

"I understand." Max nodded, realizing that even though he was stronger, Five Star mages like Armand were more experienced.

Armand nodded and walked away.

Leo looked at Max, a little worriedly, and asked, "Overlord, why haven't you taken any healing medicine yet?"

"Because I'm tempering my body." Max said, and clearly, Leo didn't understand how staying this injured could help him temper his body, but he didn't ask anything.

Instead, he said, with an awkward look on his face, "Then… how about you wear something at least?"

"Hmm?" Max paused and looked down. His little brother, uninjured, was dangling between his legs.

Because he had been fighting until now and also because his entire body was charred black with demonic energy and covered in wounds, he hadn't bothered to cover his body, but by now, the devil's blood had absorbed all the demonic energy, revealing his original skin color, and his passive regeneration had healed his wounds, making him look more human, and therefore, his nakedness was more noticeable now.

Coughing lightly, he took out a set of new clothes and wore them.

Then he noticed Leo grinning at him teasingly and glared at him.

Leo coughed and looked up. "Why do you think King Azaroth hasn't finished yet? Does he not care no matter how many humans die, or is he giving us a chance to fight?"

These two were the most prevalent opinions circulating around right now.

Max also looked up and furrowed his brows, "Not sure, but maybe neither."