My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 578: You are the Only Hope of this World

"Pfft!" Leon laughed at her reaction. Tilting his head toward the window, he said, "Now that we've entered the Elves' territory, I called you to ask for advice on my next move. I doubt I came all this way just to ask them to unite and help me fight the Evil God, right?"

Miranda was momentarily taken aback by his words, but she quickly smiled.

"You're right, Master. You're not here just to ask for their help against the Evil God." She stroked Leon's hair affectionately. "Each hidden race has its own problems. Your role is to help them solve those problems."

"Problems?" Leon blinked, staring at her. "Do you know what kind of problem the Elves are dealing with?"

"I don't." Miranda shook her head, gently pinching his cheek. "You should find out for yourself—ask their leader directly. But I suspect it has something to do with the World Tree."

She turned her gaze to the window, where the towering and majestic World Tree stood in the distance.

Her words left Leon speechless, deep in thought.

He hadn't expected this. Every hidden race had its own struggles—and he was meant to help solve them.

It was a good thing he had called Miranda. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known where to begin.

"You said the Elves' problems are related to the World Tree?" Leon's gaze shifted toward the window. "Does the World Tree have a problem? Isn't it a powerful being, equal to the gods?"

It wasn't for nothing that the tree was called the World Tree. According to ancient records, it had existed since the world's creation.

If the world was billions of years old, then the World Tree was just as ancient.

Of course, this remained a subject of debate. The ancient records he had read were written by humans, while the Elves—who lived close to the World Tree—had hidden themselves for thousands of years.

As a result, most of the statements in the records were speculative.

Nevertheless, the World Tree was a well-known legend among humans, and many believed in its truth.

After seeing it firsthand, Leon realized that the World Tree possessed an extraordinarily powerful vitality—possibly even a quarter of the world's total life force.

Although he couldn't confirm if the World Tree Spirit was truly equivalent to the gods, his intuition told him it was.

Miranda smiled at his words.

"You're sharp, Master. But there's something you're missing. The World Tree is indeed incredibly powerful, but it was severely damaged in its battle against the Evil God in the past."

At the mention of the Evil God, Leon's expression instantly hardened.

"Severe damage? What happened to the World Tree?" he asked cautiously.

Miranda let out a soft sigh, her expression tinged with sadness and nostalgia.

"Thousands of years ago..."

She began to recount the past—the battle between the World Tree and the Evil God.

Leon listened intently, his expression gradually darkening.

"So you're saying... to protect the Elven race from the Evil God's full-scale assault, the World Tree sacrificed its own vitality?"

"Yes, something like that." Miranda smiled faintly, sorrow lingering in her eyes. "Its vitality has weakened drastically. It once held the life force of half the world—you can imagine how powerful it used to be. But now..."

Her voice trailed off, and helplessness was written across her beautiful face.

Leon fell silent, taking a deep breath, his expression difficult to read.

He had once believed that defeating the Evil God was simply a matter of relentless training—that as long as he worked hard enough, he'd eventually become strong enough to stand against a god.

But in hindsight, that belief felt painfully naive. He wasn't some shounen protagonist blessed with sudden power-ups in the heat of battle against the Evil God.

The Evil God was far beyond that—powerful enough to wound the World Tree, a being whose strength bordered on the gods.

The slightest mistake, and not only the people but even he himself could die at the hands of the Evil God.

It would be a lie to say his heart wasn't shaken after hearing Miranda's story.

"Can I really defeat the Evil God?"

For the first time, Leon doubted himself—as if he had just awakened from a beautiful dream he had believed to be real.

Sensing his reaction, Miranda let out a regretful sigh. This was exactly why she had hesitated to speak of the Great War.

The Evil God was simply too powerful. And she feared the truth might make Leon feel small in comparison.

But she knew her master well. He wasn't weak. This moment of doubt was only temporary—with the right words, his spirit would rise again.

"Don't look so down, Master," Miranda said gently, her hands running through his hair in slow, comforting strokes. "The Evil God is powerful, yes—but that's because he's a god. You, on the other hand... you're just a human. And that's exactly why you hold the advantage."

"The advantage?" Leon frowned. "What do you mean, Miranda?"

It was the first time he had heard such a perspective.

After all, if given the choice, anyone would choose to be a god over a human.

Gods had overwhelming power, immortality, and endless strength—while humans were fragile, limited, and fleeting.

"Yes, that's the advantage," Miranda gave a small nod before continuing. "You may not realize it yet, but the Evil God has already reached his peak. No matter how hard he tries, he can't grow any stronger. But you… you're different. You're a destined human. Your name was written in a prophecy seven thousand years ago."

"Your potential is limitless. You grow stronger with each passing day. And I believe—not just against the Evil God—you can surpass even the gods themselves. My former master, Demon Emperor Amon Crimson, once said that you're the only being with the potential to become a god."

"It might sound like an exaggeration… But it's true. You possess both holy power and chaos power. You also wield two of the most powerful weapons in existence: the Great Sword of Chaos and the Holy Sword of Zenith."

"As long as you keep moving forward, the day will come when the Evil God will no longer be someone to fear. So rise up, Master. You are this world's last and only hope."

Her words were like rays of light piercing through the darkness in Leon's heart. The confusion and despair clouding his eyes began to fade, slowly replaced by a renewed spark of determination.

With conviction burning inside him, Leon raised both fists and clenched them tightly.

"You're right, Miranda. I can't let fear stop me. I am the hope of this world! I'll fight—for the people I love and for those who place their trust in me!"

"Hahaha! That's the spirit!" Miranda's soft laughter was like a gentle spring breeze. She leaned forward, her face close to his, and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

"That's my Master~"