parentshiftbook Chapter 189 The Ring and Mother
Chapter 189 The Ring and Mother
Chapter 189 The Ring and Mother
The image of his mentor, Eve, appeared in his mind.
She always leaned lazily against the sofa, her light blue eyes seemingly indifferent, yet they would light up slightly with each step he took forward.
She gave Li Ang the best resources and has been silently watching over and protecting him ever since.
Although she appeared cold on the surface, she poured all her care and nurturing into Li Ang.
The second one was the silver kyanite ring on the ring finger of his right hand.
This was a family heirloom that Lottie gave to Leon when she learned that he was going out on a mission.
That once timid little girl, whose eyes would well up with tears at the drop of a hat, has now become both cheerful and capable.
Although she was still a bit prone to tears, she managed all of Li Ang's affairs perfectly, and her eyes always held complete trust.
The third one was a gold ring on his right index finger.
This was given to him by Celia as payment for two days of personal service.
At the time, Li Ang just thought that this guy who liked to talk strangely was really generous.
Looking back now, I realize she was just clumsily trying to help herself.
All of these things together formed his anchor in this world, the source of his strength and courage. Recalling them, he felt relieved.
"Even without magic, without a system—the things I have to do will still remain the same, right everyone?"
He raised his head again, facing calmly the countless enemies and the thousand-headed evil god in the distance.
At this moment, all his sorrow and anger had transformed into the purest fighting spirit.
The robbers' laughter grew louder, tinged with a cat-and-mouse game of scrambling.
They watched as this tiny little thing, barely taller than their knees, charged at them like an angry young beast, waving its harmless little fists. They found it utterly comical.
However, the moment Maya took her first step, something unexpected happened.
Her small body seemed to have broken free from some invisible constraint.
With that step, she visibly grew an inch taller, and her originally well-fitting princess dress instantly became tight.
Then, with the second step, he grew another inch taller.
The third and fourth steps—Maya's steps became faster and more determined.
Her body was like a seedling on fast forward, growing rapidly as she ran!
With each step she took, she grew taller, and her originally slender arms and thighs began to develop well-proportioned muscle contours.
The light, flowing princess dress tore apart inch by inch on her body, turning into butterfly-like fragments that drifted down.
Beneath the debris, a silver armor gleaming with a cold light appeared out of thin air, quickly covering her increasingly strong torso and limbs.
She was only a few meters away from the nearest robber.
The little child who once huddled in the earthenware pot, trembling with fear, has vanished.
Instead, there was a confident, powerful, and never-say-die dwarf princess.
The warhammer swung, stirring up a dull whistling wind.
"Bang!"
The first bandit was hit so hard that he didn't even have time to raise his weapon before the warhammer struck him hard in the chest. He was sent flying like a broken sack and crashed into a big tree.
"Stop her! Stop her now!" the bandit leader roared in terror.
However, at this moment, Maya was unstoppable!
Her petite figure moved nimbly through the crowd.
The warhammer seemed to lose its weight in her hands, and each swing could take down a bandit.
She channeled all the fear, anger, and helplessness that she had suppressed in her heart for years into the strength she felt in this moment.
Now, only one thought remained in her mind: protect her mother and kill all these scumbags!
Blood splattered, staining the forest floor red and her gleaming silver armor.
In just a dozen or so breaths, the once arrogant bandits had been reduced to a pile of wrecked corpses.
The last robber who tried to sneak up from behind had his knee smashed by Maya's backhand hammer without turning his head, and was then killed by a follow-up blow.
The world seemed to fall silent at that moment.
All that remained was the rustling of the leaves in the forest breeze and Maya's slightly hurried breathing.
She stood there, leaning on her blood-stained warhammer, her chest heaving as she surveyed the enemies she had personally killed, a mixture of vengeful exhilaration and post-battle exhaustion.
Just then, a pair of warm and familiar arms gently embraced her from behind.
Maya's body stiffened, then she slowly turned her head.
It was indeed her mother, the mother she had secretly longed for on countless lonely nights, but who had been lost forever.
The mother's eyes were filled with tears, tears that contained the relief of surviving a disaster, the shock of witnessing her daughter's transformation, and endless heartache and pride.
"My child—my Maya—" the mother's voice choked with sobs as she held her tightly in her arms.
"You've grown up—you've really grown up—"
Feeling the warmth of her mother's embrace and smelling that familiar and reassuring scent, Maya's tense nerves finally relaxed.
She dropped the warhammer, turned around and hugged her mother tightly, burying her face in that warm embrace, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.
"Mother—I'm back—" she said softly.
The surrounding scenery began to blur, like a faded oil painting.
The robber's corpse, the clearing in the woods, the warm embrace—everything gradually faded away in the soft light.
Meanwhile, in Li Ang's trial space.
Faced with that thousand-headed evil god whose mere existence was enough to drive people mad, and the countless dark sorcerers and magical beasts surrounding him.
Having lost all his power and reverted to a mortal body, Li Ang made his choice.
He lunged at the nearest dark sorcerer.
Without magic or props, he used the most primitive and savage methods: fists, nails, and teeth.
The dark sorcerer clearly hadn't expected that this seemingly insignificant mortal would dare to resist under the pressure of the evil god. Caught off guard, he was tackled to the ground by Li Ang.
Li Ang's eyes were bloodshot as he rained punches on the Dark Witch's face and head.
The fingernails scratched the other person's skin, and the teeth bit down hard on the other person's neck.
He poured all his strength, all his anger, and all his resentment onto this enemy.
The surrounding monsters pounced on him, their claws tearing open his back and their sharp teeth piercing his shoulder.
More dark sorcerers surrounded him, and magical light exploded on his body.
The excruciating pain overwhelmed him like a tidal wave; his vision began to blur, and his life force was rapidly slipping away.
But he didn't let go; instead, he held on even tighter and bit down harder.
Finally, just before he felt his consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness, the struggle of the dark sorcerer beneath him stopped.
He killed a dark sorcerer in the most primitive way.
Li Ang let out a weak sigh and collapsed onto the ground, his body covered in warm blood—some of his enemies', but mostly his own.