Chapter 58: The Heavenly Yi Noble! The Choice Between Two Virtues!

Zhou Quan's consciousness gradually drifted away, and the [Grandmaster of Slow Motion] could no longer be maintained.
His upper body instantly collapsed into a blood-stained, mutilated pancake, his head nearly detached from his torso.
"God!" Li Muchi lunged onto Zhou Quan.
His heart was filled with grief and terror, yet a trace of fierce anger surfaced on his face.
I won't let God die! I want him to live!
I need him to live!
Li Muchi's shoulders trembled, his emotions surging to the absolute extreme.
Some profound and mysterious reaction occurred within him; his shadow quivered, creeping forward inch by inch until it gradually enveloped Zhou Quan's body.
Zhai Qingwu, standing nearby, froze in shock.
This is...
She held her breath, not daring to make a sound.
Li Muchi trembled, a look of agony contorting his youthful face as Zhou Quan's body slowly sank into his shadow, ultimately vanishing completely.
After a few seconds, the shadow spat Zhou Quan back out.
Zhou Quan opened his eyes. The pain in his body had receded far away, and his mental state was unprecedentedly sharp.
A line of small text floated across his retina.
[The "Heavenly Authority Guardian" has been triggered.]
[Li Muchi's ability has evolved; he can now consume stamina to bring others into his shadow.]
He propped himself up into a sitting position and turned his head to look at Li Muchi beside him.
Li Muchi swayed unsteadily and fell sideways, prompting Zhou Quan to quickly reach out and catch him.
"Thank you," Zhou Quan whispered softly.
"I saved God once too." Li Muchi's voice was very weak, but his gaze was filled with a sense of conviction as he met Zhou Quan's eyes without flinching.
"Mhm." Zhou Quan nodded earnestly.
Inside the shadow, emotions were shared, and he had felt Li Muchi's agony.
The child had been on the verge of panic just now.
"Even that can be healed," Zhai Qingwu exclaimed in wonder.
Changing her tone abruptly, she muttered as if in a trance: "If you opened a hospital, how much money would you make in a year?"
Zhou Quan: ......
He stared at Zhai Qingwu's face for a few seconds, detecting no trace of a joke.
This woman was entirely serious.
Zhou Quan let out a soft sigh and turned his gaze toward Fu Qingshan: "How is he?"
After Fu Qingshan fell, he never stood back up.
"He's dead," Zhai Qingwu parted her lips and murmured.

Zhou Quan felt a deep sense of sorrow.
When Fu Qingshan captured him earlier, it was his duty. Later, fighting side by side with him, not only did he not hold him back, but he also willingly shouldered the heavy responsibility of being the decoy, paying for it with his life.
Fu Qingshan was a good person.
At that moment, Zhou Quan thought of Qin Xue.
When Qin Xue died, he had not received the prompt that the [Heavenly Authority Guardian] had been triggered.
That girl had stepped forward not because she was influenced by his supernatural talent, but purely out of her own courage. She was also an exceptionally good person.
Zhou Quan's mood grew heavy.
The good people all died, while he, the lackey of an evil god, survived. Truly, scourges live for a thousand years.
The light from the sky grew thin. At the same time, a brilliant golden light erupted from the location of the divine remains, illuminating the faces of the three.
"I'll hold him for you. Go get the divine remains," Zhai Qingwu said.
Zhou Quan gave a slight nod.
Zhai Qingwu rubbed her hands together and eagerly picked up Li Muchi: "When did you get that ability? He was completely flattened, yet you still managed to bring him back to life?"
Li Muchi hesitated and said, "I don't know either... I was just crying, and suddenly I could do it..."
Zhou Quan stood up.
He took a deep breath and walked toward the divine remains.
Crack!
The sound of breaking glass echoed beneath his feet.
He frowned slightly, and the next second, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Zhou Quan, let's play a game."
In an instant, Zhou Quan's hair stood on end.
He whirled around, tracing the voice, and saw the dark shadow sitting on Eurynomos's shoulder.
Zhou Quan articulated each word clearly: "Evil God!"
The plastic bag hung frozen in mid-air, Li Muchi's expression was locked in place within Zhai Qingwu's field of vision, and everything stood completely still—except for Zhou Quan and the dark shadow on Eurynomos's shoulder.
In this moment, the entire world belonged exclusively to the two of them.
The evil god quietly watched Zhou Quan, hands resting on its knees, looking remarkably well-behaved.
"You promised to cure my parents. Why did you break your word?" Zhou Quan clenched his fists tightly, fury flashing in his eyes.
The evil god calmly replied, "We did indeed make an agreement: you help me deduce the plan to destroy the world, and I help you cure your parents."
"But you haven't helped me deduce the plan to destroy the world yet, so naturally, I won't cure your parents for you."
Zhou Quan was stunned.
"Question time is over. Next, I ask and you answer."
Snap! The evil god snapped its fingers.
"Zhou Quan."
"I have observed you for a very long time."

It leaned forward slightly: "Are you truly kind-hearted, or is your benevolence just a facade?"
"During every deduction, you drag it out until the last two hours before you begin. Aren't you afraid that one day, the vitality I grant you won't be enough to prolong your parents' lives?"
Hearing this question, Zhou Quan fell silent for two seconds.
He slowly began to speak: "First of all, you won't cure my parents. No matter how many people I help you kill, my parents will never wake up."
"And second?" the evil god asked.
Zhou Quan continued: "Second, if my parents die, I will no longer work for you. You should understand that much."
As his voice fell, the evil god let out a dry chuckle.
It asked with growing interest, "If the vitality I give you isn't enough for two people, but is enough for just one?"
Zhou Quan fell silent.
At that moment, the evil god tossed out another soul-searching question: "If you had to choose just one, would you let your mother live, or your father?"
Zhou Quan remained silent, but his heartbeat accelerated, and he began to seriously consider the question, immersing himself in the hypothetical scenario.
A suffocating sensation washed over him.
The evil god smiled: "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. You've been doing reasonably well, and you don't ask for much."
"Compared to those fools who do a tiny favor and expect the gods to reward them with a mountain of gold, I actually rather fancy you."
It paused for a moment, sighing with emotion: "Before the gods, a mortal's power, wisdom, and insight are pitifully insignificant."
"What must one possess in order to play a game of chess against the deities sitting high above?"
Zhou Quan was slightly startled.
The evil god lowered its head, locking eyes with Zhou Quan, and said with profound meaning: "I look forward to the day you can answer that question."
Zhou Quan pressed his lips together.
"Now, make a simple choice. I can see that you deeply appreciate those two people who tried to capture you."
"Your god has decided to display His generosity. As long as you pay a small price, He will resurrect them for you!"
Resurrect?
Zhou Quan was instantly filled with pleasant surprise, and he hurriedly asked, "What price?"
"The divine remains," the evil god answered without beating around the bush.
It said playfully, "These divine remains are already yours. If you are willing to give them up, I will help you resurrect those two."
"I will let them fuse with the divine remains, and in doing so, they will be able to come back to life using the power of the divine!"
Upon hearing the price, Zhou Quan froze.
The evil god's tone shifted abruptly: "However, your sister's condition is worsening. She seems to need these divine remains as well."
"Will you save two strangers who came to capture you, or will you save your own beloved younger sister?"