After some simple treatment, the Champion's hand wound was bandaged up. But due to her foot injury, she needed to stay hospitalized for one more day. I wanted to leave, but this girl refused to let me go. She claimed she couldn't afford the medical fees. Helpless, I had to cover the costs for her.

"What the hell! 463? Is your hospital robbing people? It's just a bottle of bruise medicine and some bandages! You can't exploit us working-class folks this blatantly!"

"Sir, our hospital strictly follows national standards. If dissatisfied, file a complaint. Don't bring girls here if you can't pay. Don't you know that?"

"I said she's not my girlfriend!"

"I'm merely advising citizens to avoid illness. Cash or card?"

"I... card."

The misunderstanding deepened. The front desk cashier saw me as a scumbag who beats his girlfriend but won't pay for her treatment. Sigh... being a good person is tough these days.

Back in the ward, I placed the receipt before her. "Total is 463. I'll cover the odd change—you owe me 460 yuan. Give me your contact address. I'll collect it later."

"You really have a nasty personality. A Doom Dragon stays a Doom Dragon. Even reincarnated, are you still doing loan-shark gangster work?"

"Gangster work? Calling 460 yuan a loan shark debt is ridiculous. It's just ordinary debt repayment."

"Give me your phone number. I'm leaving."

"Are you really coming to my house? Planning revenge?"

"Tch! I have zero interest. Dragging past-life grudges into this life is stupid. Besides, my past death was basically suicide—revenge isn't even a thought."

"Don't worry. I'm not that petty. But you—what now? With sudden past-life memories, you won't try slaughtering me again? This is a law-abiding society. Murder's illegal."

The Champion girl fell silent, deep in thought.

"It's all your fault! My life was perfect! Now these damn memories have me confused! Doom Dragon, you must take responsibility!"

I jumped. This girl's shamelessness was impressive. Blaming me for this too?

"Listen. Blaming me won't help. From now on, pretend we never met. You go your way; I go mine. No interference in this new life. I had no choice before—I just want to be good now."

I stood to leave, but she grabbed my sleeve and yanked me onto the bed.

"Stay a bit longer. Leave after I calm down, okay?"

The Champion girl pressed her face to my chest. I couldn't see her expression. I scratched my head, gazing at the bright sun outside.

"If possible, I'd like to hear your past-life legend. Will you tell me?"

"I don't recall the time. After I slew the Doom Dragon, our group dragged its corpse home. The king was thrilled—we'd eliminated the greatest threat besides the Demon King. As Champion, I was crowned next king. Everything was perfect... until that damn prince sent assassins to kill me!"

"Assassination? Why! You were humanity's hero! Why kill you?"

"Because of you!" She pointed at me coldly. "After removing humanity's biggest threat, I became the throne's biggest threat. The old king never wanted to pass power—he only pretended to abdicate for public approval. I wasn't even interested in kingship! But they gave me no time to respond. The night after we brought your corpse back, poison and assassins killed me."

"Hmm, sympathetic. But what's it to me? I bear no responsibility."

"If not for you, I'd never have become that damn Champion! If you hadn't rampaged in the Illusory World, I'd never have taken up arms!"

"Hey, nonsense! I've always been honest. 'Evil deeds'? Just bedtime stories to scare kids. Take that seriously?"

"So? Planning revenge this life? Blame everything on me? Even as the Doom Dragon—so what? Killing me won't make you Champion again."

"Your body regenerates fast. Your Dragon Scales are harder than diamond. Send you to a human research center, and I'm set for life! For my happiness, you'll just sacrifice a little~~"

"Damn! Get lost. This girl's money-crazy! Sending me as a lab specimen? Last life, if I'd self-destructed, you'd be ashes. I made you once—this life, forget it!"

"Call me if needed. Here's my number, Miss Dragon-Slayer."

"Listen! I'm not 'Dragon-Slayer'—I'm Meng Ningning! Doom Dragon, in any world, if you do evil, I'll behead you! Wash your neck clean!"

"Yes, yes. Rest early, little girl."

After leaving the hospital, I returned to the comic con—but it had ended. I'd wanted to ask about Xia Bing's background. Now, I'd wait. As for that Champion girl... sigh, another headache.

This feeling... could it be... "Hey! Flat-chested blonde, still here?"

A gust swept past. A blood trail appeared on my face. A spear embedded in the wall behind me... What the hell! The god-slaying Spear of Longinus?

"Call me flat-chested again, and this life ends early!"

"N-no! Sorry! Let's talk!"

Damn. When did this weakling get the Father God's Spear of Longinus? No more teasing her flat chest.

"Hey Celestial, I don't get it. Why's the Champion here? His soul shouldn't match my dragon soul's strength. Are you gods plotting something?"

The golden-haired Celestial pulled the spear from the wall. "The Champion? We gave him a choice. He refused to stay. He wanted a world without scheming, without deceit—a world full of trust."