"I have chosen my path," Light's voice was a quiet but resolute whisper that seemed to echo in the grand halls of his family's palace.
He immediately contacted Rem through the system, his message concise and filled with a newfound certainty.
That very night, she would come for him, and take him to the divine library.
His decision, once a tornado of conflicting duties, royal expectations, and the haunting whispers of a past life, was now as clear and sharp as a shard of glass. He would become a teacher.
The weight of his past life as Aerion, a demigod of spirit race and bloodshed, was a ghost that no longer haunted him but instead served as a solemn guide.
The grace shown to him by God Cosmos was a cleansing light, a second chance at redemption that he would not spoil.
He would repay that grace not with tribute or monuments, but by nurturing the seeds of greatness in others.
Armed with his profound S-Grade Comprehension, he would forge geniuses.
