My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character! - Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Chapter 632: Old Friend
For some reason, that wasn’t the case with Eren. Fortunately, his soul was also actively repairing itself. The medicinal essence, combined with his own innate vitality, was working to knit the fragmented soul back together.

The process, however, was slow. Painfully slow. And there was a lingering trace of that chaotic spatial energy, like a stubborn stain that refused to be washed away. It was preventing the soul from fully healing, keeping Eren trapped in his unconscious state.

The Medicinal Elder sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. She was entrusted with the life of the Palace Master’s husband.

She looked at Eren’s peaceful face, his features relaxed in slumber. A strange thought crossed her mind.

‘He’s quite handsome, actually,’ she mused, then quickly shook her head. ‘Get a grip, old woman. He’s practically your brother in law.’

But the thought lingered, a tiny seed of curiosity planted in her mind. She found herself wondering about the kind of man Eren was, the life he’d led, and the events that had made the Palace Master fall for him.

She reached out her hand, and placed it on his chest as she mumbled, “Wake up fast. I don’t want to see the Palace Master hurt anymore.”

For now, all she could do was wait. Wait, watch, and pray that he would wake up soon, his soul whole once more. And hope that Trisa would be able to keep her composure, and would not do anything rash in all her worries for her husband.

The Medicinal Elder knew her Palace Master well, and she could tell that Trisa was not being honest with her feelings.

….

“I knew the spatial portals would kill me one day. But I didn’t expect it to be so fast.”

Eren was sitting on the ground, looking at his surroundings. There was nothing around him, except silence that was only broken by his own voice.

He had thought that even if he grew a little sick, he might be able to hold on during the spatial travel with the Palace Master. But the moment he stepped inside the spatial crack with her, he felt a tearing pain through his heart.

In less than a second, everyone was over and he found himself in this white space.

“Is this the afterlife?” He pondered, “It’s… surprisingly bland. Wouldn’t I go crazy in this afterlife if I’m all alone?”

He stood up, brushing off invisible dust from his clothes. He wasn’t sure why he bothered; there was nothing here to get dirty on.

He took a small step, then another. The white expanse stretched endlessly in every direction, with no landmarks, no unique features, no sound except his own breathing and the faint whisper of his thoughts.

“Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing back to him, swallowed by the vast emptiness. “Is anyone there?”

Silence…

He started walking, picking a direction at random. He walked for what felt like hours, days, maybe even years. Time had no meaning in this place. There was no sun to rise or set, no fatigue to slow him down. He was just… walking.

“This is worse than Hell,” he muttered. “At least Hell had… people. Is this what prisoners who are kept in isolation feel?”

He tried to remember his life to keep him from going crazy, including his past life on earth.

Their faces were blurry, their voices muffled, like distant memories struggling to break through a thick fog. He also remembered Trisa, her icy beauty, her scary aura.

He also remembered the Sect Master, the Great Elder that had stolen his heart, as well as everyone that had made a place in his heart including the Fairy Queen.

The thought of them sparked a flicker of warmth in the cold void.

“I thought I would be able to see them again. It is like an impossible dream now. Will they miss me?” he whispered, the name echoing in the emptiness. “I hope they are okay.”

Suddenly, a faint glimmer appeared in the distance. There was a tiny spark of light in the infinite white, that had a faint golden hint.

Hope surged through him. Was there really something else in this place? Could it be another soul, or possibly a way back to return to life!

He started running towards the light, his pace quickening with each step.

As he got closer, the light grew larger, brighter. It began to take shape, forming a sphere that looked like it held a galaxy within that was spinning in the void.

He reached out his hand, his fingers brushing against the swirling light. A jolt of electricity surged through him, accompanied by a feeling of warmth and… familiarity.

“What is this?” he wondered aloud.

“You have come across the remnants of the spatial energy that damaged your soul.” A voice echoed, coming from both inside his head and all around him.

Eren froze, his hand still outstretched.

“Who’s there?” he asked, his eyes lighting up as he finally heard the voice of another person. He was certain that he wasn’t alone here. Even if this was an afterlife, at least he wasn’t going to be bored to death.

Unfortunately, it was only when he looked back, that he realized who that voice belonged to. There was no other person there. Instead, it was that same familiar interfere with the System Screen.

[You have come across the remnants of the spatial energy that damaged your soul]

[You have received new options. Please select wisely]

Another voice appeared in his head, reading the words on the system screen that had changed.

“Even in this afterlife, you won’t leave me alone.” Eren scratched the back of his head, but he wasn’t annoyed. Instead, for the first time in his life, he was happy to see the system screen.

“If you are here with options, then I am probably not dead enough for you. Is there a way for me to leave this place?” he asked the system screen, but there was no answer to his question.

Only the words on the screen changed, and four options appeared before him.