My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash and Hera) novel Chapter 1912

Zaafea's children did not understand why their father told them this story, but they followed his last wish and erected a nameless memorial for Ruin. He then stayed with the memorial and watched over the family.

When Ruin opened his eyes again, an unknown number of years had passed. One day, a boy led two younger boys, his brothers, to the memorial.

"Someone, please... Save my brother..."

"I can save your brother."

"W-Who said that?"

"You can call me... Ruin."

...

The memory abruptly ended. Zaafea was suddenly attacked, a fireball hurtling toward him with a loud boom. He crushed the fireball with his bare hands and then looked to the side with a resigned expression.

"Mr. Melton, you're being a bit unruly."

At this moment, Clint emerged from the woods.

"Who are you, really? This body isn't yours!"

"So what if it isn't?"

"Did you kill someone?"

"Quite a few," Zaafea replied casually.

"You're the traitor."

"You've misunderstood. I'm not the traitor," Zaafea said lightly.

"Even quasi-demigod-level cultivators aren't able to move an inch within my formation, yet you managed to move a few meters just like that!" Clint looked at the man in front of him warily, realizing now that he was someone unimaginably powerful.

"Don't make me repeat myself, okay?" Zaafea snapped, turning back.

"Mr. Melton, I don't care how you view me, but I have no intention of harming you. You've sensed my power, right? If I want to kill you, I can do it anytime." With that, Zaafea left.

Clint could only watch helplessly as he departed. Just as he took a step forward, he fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.

"Is it a side effect?" Clint was shocked. He never expected his array, which had never failed, to backfire on him in the confrontation with Zaafea. Zaafea's warning was right. If he had maintained the formation any longer, he would have lost his life.

Kneeling on the ground, Clint pounded the earth fiercely.

"Why?! Why?! Why am I so weak?! If it weren't for my carelessness, Landrich... He... would still be..."

Clint cried bitterly in his grief.