Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills - Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Heart Of Light
Aengus stood victorious, his breath slightly labored from the intense clash. His body bore a few minor wounds, but he knew they would heal in time.

In oposite, Valen knelt on the ground, defeated. His once-pristine appearance was marred by numerous cuts from blades infused with Hellfire, his flesh sizzling and leaving blackened, searing marks across his skin. The pain was etched deeply into his strained, contorted face.

Aengus felt no sympathy. Valen had been the one to attack first, intent on killing him. And in a battle between men, there was no right or wrong—only the victor was justified.

“You know,” Aengus began, shaking his head as he approached the broken hero, “I really didn’t want to kill you, Valen. But you’ve left me no choice.” His voice was calm, though cold, as he neared Valen, who now lay extremely vulnerable.

Valen’s eyes flickered, a mixture of fury and helplessness. Even though his heart still throbbed with the light, his body had reached its limit.

“Kill me, demon! I won’t beg for my life like a coward. The day I swore to be a hero and protect humanity, I lost my fear of death!” Valen roared, his voice echoing throughout the forest.

Aengus regarded him calmly, though deep down, he was conflicted. Killing Valen might feel justifiable—after all, the hero had been the one to strike first—but Aengus couldn’t ignore the fact that Valen could still serve humanity in a meaningful way. His offense was grave, but was it worth ending his life? And a force from humanity?

As he pondered this, Manas’ voice echoed in his mind, urgent and unwavering.

“Master, you will need his Heart of Light if you want to return to your normal self once again,” she reminded him, sensing his hesitation.

“Do I really need it?” Aengus asked in doubt. His Heart of Darkness instinctively recoiled at the idea, but his rational mind urged him to consider it seriously.

Manas remained firm. “Of course, Master. Have you forgotten your first goal when you arrived in this world?”

“My first goal?” Aengus repeated, his thoughts drifting. Then it hit him. “Building a family of my own?”

“Yes, Master. Now that two women are asking for your love, you must offer it in return if you wish to be accepted properly.”

Aengus chuckled softly, his expression softening as he thought of Aria and Bella. “You sound like an expert in these matters, Manas.”

Flashes of Aria’s face, her gentle smile, and Bella’s eager waiting in the demon lands filled his mind.

And a new dilemma arose in him. How would Bella react if she knew he was involved with Aria again? The thought troubled him.

Sensing his hesitation, Manas reassured him, “Master, you don’t need to choose between them. You have the power to love both at the same time. I am certain they will come to understand eventually.” Her voice was calm, confident.

“Besides, emperors in this world have thousands of wives. Compared to them, your case is hardly matter.”

Aengus, still focused on Valen, nodded internally. “But can they truly provide love to all of them?” he asked. “I doubt it’s all driven by lust alone.”

Manas hesitated, unable to answer that question. But seeing the shift in Aengus’ expression, she was relieved that he seemed to understand her reasoning.

With a decision in mind, Aengus leaned over Valen’s body, placing his hand on the hero’s chest.

Manas was pleased seeing this—finally, a long-standing issue was about to be resolved.

“For your intent to kill me and in acknowledgment of your contributions, I shall give you a light punishment, Valen. I hope this doesn’t cripple you,” Aengus said, looking into Valen’s eyes, which were filled with confusion and pain.

“What are you—”

His question was cut short as excruciating pain tore through his very being.

“Ahhh!” he screamed, his voice echoing far and wide, as if he were being skinned alive.

“Relax, this won’t kill you. You should be grateful, because I am freeing you from this shackle of responsibility. You are now free,” Aengus said nonchalantly as he continued the process.

Soon, he received the notification, feeling satisfied.

[ You have acquired a Passive Skill: Heart of Light (B) ]

[ Description: The Heart of Light grants the user an inner reservoir of radiant power, which can be channeled in various ways to heal, protect, or attack. When activated, the user’s body is enveloped in a soft, glowing aura, and their heart shines with a brilliant light visible even through their chest, symbolizing their connection to the divine.

It has a passive effect of calming the mind and makes the user compassionate, honest, valiant, and a savior of the weak. ]

“The same brainwashing?” Aengus muttered, furrowing his brows as he felt a slight strain on his soul intensifying.

“Shua!”

Aengus’s thoughts were abruptly disrupted as he saw Valen vanish in an instant, leaving behind a malicious threat that echoed through the air.

“Evil creature, I will show you what true retribution means—just come out!” the voice boomed.

Aengus furrowed his brows, feeling the weight of the threat.

“Who was that?”

He had only seen a brief flash of light, cutting through space and taking Valen along.

“Was that fool’s relative? A bigger hero, perhaps?”

Aengus became more vigilant, sensing the strength of this new presence. The restrictions of this place were so strong that even his own teleportation abilities were blocked, which made him wonder what kind of power could penetrate such barriers.

However, he reassured himself for the moment, knowing that the entity couldn’t reach him here—at least not yet.

“Master, how are you feeling now? Is it working?” Manas asked, shifting the conversation back to Aengus’s heart.

Aengus paused, trying to feel something—maybe anger? Hate? Or… love?

“Yes, I can feel something, but it also burdens me with this responsibility of being a savior of humanity and all that. How do I solve this, Manas?”

“Should I merge the Heart of Darkness and Heart of Light together?”