Chapter 292: The Last Lesson

It seems my time is up.

What must come will come; when the "Body of Heroic Souls" upon the dais grows unstable, this shortest cycle of inheritance is nearly at its end.

The masked Heroic Soul Lex sat on the stage, gazing at the candidates sprawled across the floor, feeling both melancholy and resentment. To this day, his "daughters" still harbored grievances against him—even favoring his reincarnation over his true self.

The youthful Hero, experiencing his own midlife crisis, sighed deeply in profound distress.

The legendary Hero sighed, sounding slightly disappointed.

His "candidate disciples" exchanged glances, faces flushed with shame. They had tried their hardest—each one a child of destiny—but the problem was, this guy was cheating, and he didn't even pretend to.

"We will strive harder in the future. We will never disgrace your renown."

Such humiliation was something none of these children of destiny had ever endured.

One of the disciples clenched his teeth in vow, silently swearing never to let this scene repeat.

"Hmm," Lex replied offhandedly, as if he couldn't care less.

This indifference made those who cared even angrier—at themselves, at their own weakness.

They were all strong ones, ruthless warriors with the heart of a Hero, yet precisely because of that, they now recognized the chasm between them and him—the undeniable truth that they were powerless to inherit such strength.

If the student is unfit, and the teacher is disappointed—isn't that only natural?

The disciples bowed their heads, increasingly burdened by the master's tone and expression—they clearly no longer cared about them at all.

His attitude—"It's not that time is short, I just wouldn't choose you anyway"—crushed those accustomed to praise and admiration, leaving them deeply wounded.

Lies don't hurt; it's the truth that pierces.

Each disciple was a ruthless prodigy, yet precisely because of that, they became more certain of their own inadequacy.

That thing—the guy on the dais, utterly indifferent—was simply insane.

Perhaps in his eyes, anyone still stuck at fifth or sixth tier at this age was basically trash. Compared to this monster, compared to this Hero who transcended eras, everyone else was trash.

"I—I still need to work harder."

"If I am to be the Hero's heir, perhaps I am still not enough."

"Stupid father!"

The seemingly dismissive "young Hero" appeared deeply dissatisfied with his disciples' aptitude—but only Hela faintly sensed that this fool had probably drifted off, not caring about his own reputation, let alone his legacy.

If he truly clung to his past glory and power, he would never have offered his inheritance as a "reward."

A Hero's legacy, if truly valued, belongs to the most worthy—not tossed out like a prize for posthumous gain.

"This idiot."

Hela sighed. With her insight, she saw clearly: this fool deeply cared about emotion—he wasn't truly evil. Precisely, his excessive attachment to feeling was his weakness, the root of his tragic life.

Impulsive emotion blinded his eyes; his overfocus on others caused him to neglect his own position and boundaries.

In Li En's words, he was born a PUA magnet—inevitably exploited down to the last drop.

The only difference? Which evil woman cheated him.

"... orget it. Getting angry at him isn't worth it."

Hela no longer held much resentment toward the man on the dais. Though he was a wooden idiot, he truly loved his family with his full understanding and heart. He had likely risked himself for Li En multiple times not because Li En was his reincarnation—but because his two daughters were still alive.

Reincarnation means death and rebirth—two separate beings. At least, Lex and Li En both thought so.

What the two girls thought, however, was hard to say.

In this final lesson, Lex did not spend all his time on "teaching," even though his teaching efficiency was high—only one night's time remained.

Like Su Er before him, he showed the candidate disciples some "short films."