The Max Level Hero Strikes Back!

No matter how hard Davey contemplated it, balancing the resentment and power of a wraith—that only spouted about its grief and rage—without forcefully purifying it seemed impossible.

Handling future or present events wouldn’t be particularly difficult. Fixing past events, however, was as impossible as scooping up already split milk that had dried up. To do something like that would require superpowers.

Despite his divinity, rewriting the past was beyond him.

Even Goddess Freyja had chosen to create parallel worlds rather than alter what had already occurred, when forging new possibilities.

Regression. It was a funny idea. And he knew it was also one of the most arrogant and inefficient concepts he could think of. After all, to do so would mean erasing all the accumulated karma.

‘Yeah. If anything, it’s closer to entering a parallel world—one carrying the potential for a better future.’

“Huff. Huff. Haah.”

In conclusion, all of that stuff had no practical use for him. And he also didn’t want to deceive a wraith that was burdened by its sorrowful past.

“Hufff. Dav—”

‘Wait. What was that sound?’

Thud!

Davey turned his head and saw Aeonitia, dressed in a snug tracksuit and drenched in sweat.

She had collapsed on the floor, struggling to catch her breath.

“Aeonitia?”

“Haah. Haah.” Panting heavily, she lay sprawled...