SILENCE AFTER THE GODS

Chapter 9 – Heaven does not doubt

(Direct continuation of chapter 8)

The fight had begun.

Elaria against Wei Long.

But could we really call it a fight?

Wei Long had approached without a word, without using his unique ability, neither technique nor magic.

He hadn't even changed his posture.

Just his body.

And he hit.

A single punch.

A sharp, simple, precise shot - and Elaria was thrown over several metres.

She hit the ground, spat blood, her heart missed a beat.

The sand seemed heavier than the silence.

"I... I can't use magic..."

She knew it.

Title: Protective Martial God – Profession

When an enemy is deemed dangerous to the world, all techniques, magic, styles or powers are cancelled. Only the unique abilities remain.

But it was no longer a hypothesis. It was a law.

—

Wei Long was moving slowly. Without hatred. Without pleasure.

He didn't want to destroy it.

He wanted to stop him.

On her knees, Elaria looked up.

His teeth clenched, his breath trembling.

And in the burning desert, she whispered inwardly:

"Continue to underestimate me... thinking that I am nothing without magic. "

So she activated her master abilities:

→ See the flaws of each thing seen.

His pupils lit up.

The world broke down into lines, flaws, breaking points.

But Wei Long...

He had none.

Not a weakness. Not the slightest crack.

She then understood: thanks to her

Species: Dinghai Pearl

A race created by Heaven. Adapted to everything. Perfect in everything.

His body had adapted to his unique ability, his mission, his essence.

Even his weaknesses had been erased... by the order of the world itself.

—

Wei Long slowly raised his arm.

And he hit.

Precise blows, not brutal, but of absolute purity.

Each strike projected Elaria higher, further.

She bounced in the sand like a smashed doll.

Every time she tried to get up, another blow crushed her.

Her dress was tattered. Her skin was burning. His bones were shaking.

"Why... such a difference? We are both Elected..."

"Even with my magic, I couldn't have won against such a monster..."

His blood soiled the desert.

She had no more time. More choice.

So she whispered:

"I only have one card left..."

She tried to draw her cursed sword:

→ Unique Sword: Thief of Experiences

Ability: Randomly steals a combat experiment from the enemy.

Time seemed to slow down.

Wei Long stopped.

He had not yet used his unique ability, his style of the world, his army, or his multiple bodies.

Only his profession.

Only his duty.

And yet... he was untouchable.

So, this time, he decided to end it.

"Sough. Punishment is enough. Now... I have to neutralise her. "

Elaria didn't even have time to pull her sword out of the sheath.

Wei Long took a step up.

His figure split the air like a heavenly sentence.

He hit.

Not to kill.

To paralyse.

A single blow to the chest.

Precise enough to deactivate his body, not his mind.

The world seemed to freeze.

Elaria fell to her knees. His blade slipped from his fingers even before it was shot.

She coughed. Spit blood.

And collapsed, unconscious.

—

The fight was over.

An overwhelming victory.

A gentle execution.

It wasn't even a confrontation.

It was a demonstration.

Wei Long didn't kill her.

Because he knew that Elaria had a crucial knowledge to come there.

He turned to the horizon.

His eyes, calm, silent, did not reflect any violence.

He had not triumphed to dominate.

He had done his duty.

And the sky, without a word, seemed to have approved it.

—

In his mind, a thought arose:

"Elaria... You do all this for your dream. Understanding the world includes everything then He pushed you to the point of forbidden.

I respect your courage... but I don't have a dream.

Only a responsibility.

Protect this world.

My duty is stronger than any dream.

That's why I win.

And not you. "

Then he added inwardly:

"It is not because of your dream that you are condemned.

You are condemned by your own unique ability: the thirst for knowledge.

She condemned you to seek knowledge until the forbidden.

I understand why the gods did not create such a thirst in normal beings.

For he who has understood everything can only seek what is forbidden to him.

That's what you did, Elaria.

That's why I wanted to punish you, not because you're wrong,

But because your unique ability, your thirst for knowledge, is your true reflection.

In other words:

Elaria = thirst for knowledge = Elaria. "

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End of Chapter 9