I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 61

61: Such Devotion Demands a Wedding Night!

“A thousand years from now, the Origin Beasts.”

Bai Xin’er’s voice remained steady as she recounted the apocalyptic future.

Lu Yuan listened with growing astonishment, though his adaptable mindset allowed him to quickly process her story.

According to her, monstrous entities called Origin Beasts would invade their world—nightmarish creatures from the cosmic void that devoured everything in their path.

Even Great Emperors became mere sustenance for these abominations.

Through endless consumption, the Origin Beasts had ravaged their world beyond recognition.

Humanity stood no chance.

Forced into constant retreat, their civilization teetered on collapse—until one man emerged as their unlikely savior.

That man was Lu Yuan.

His sudden ascension shocked everyone.

Those who survived never imagined the once-dismissed wastrel heir could wield such earthshaking power.

While others saw only a self-pitying playboy,

Lu Yuan had secretly cultivated strength beyond comprehension.

Alone, he held back the Origin Beast tide, buying their world ten thousand precious years.

Yet even this reprieve proved temporary.

With resources nearly exhausted and no hope of resurgence, humanity’s last stand came when Lu Yuan—still haunted by youthful demons that barred him from the fabled Ancestral Realm.

Fell in battle against the Origin Beast monarchs.

His final sacrificial gambit failed against their overwhelming regenerative abilities.

As reality itself began unraveling, humanity’s last mages discovered time-reversal magic—but only Bai Xin’er made the journey back.

Her mission was simple:

Eradicate young Lu Yuan’s inner demons to alter their doomed timeline.

“You seem… different now.”

Studying present Lu Yuan, Bai Xin’er noticed subtle changes from the man she remembered.

The psychological wounds of his youth appeared already healed.

A faint smile touched her lips—unexpected warmth blooming in her chest.

“Must be your imagination.”

“But wait—you’re saying future me stood atop the world? Became its ultimate protector?”

Lu Yuan’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise.

He’d fantasized about such heroic roles, never imagining the original Lu Yuan—that pathetic simp—could have achieved such legendary status.

What cosmic joke was this?

“Not just top-tier—you became the sole guardian spanning eternity!”

Bai Xin’er’s eyes shone with reverence.

“The entire world depended on you. Your power defied all limits!”

“Pity even that couldn’t overcome the Ancestral Realm barrier before the final battle.”

Lu Yuan sighed theatrically.

He suspected those “youthful demons” involved Xiao Yun’er’s betrayal.

“Which is why I returned—to help you.”

Bai Xin’er leaned forward earnestly. “This is why I had to meet you.”

“Oh? And why would you help me?”

Lu Yuan’s lips curled mischievously. “What were we in the future? Cultivation partners?”

The question made Bai Xin’er’s eyes redden instantly.

Cultivation partners?

If only.

“What’s wrong? You look upset.”

Noticing her sudden distress, Lu Yuan softened his tone.

Had future him really continued neglecting such devotion?

The situation was becoming complicated.

“I… I wished you’d accepted me.”

“But you always dismissed me, wasting years obsessing over Xiao Yun’er instead.”

“Perhaps that became another of your inner demons.”

“I was merely… one of your followers.”

Her self-deprecating smile twisted the knife deeper.

There was no point hiding these painful truths.

Even now, facing this younger Lu Yuan, she could confront the memories squarely—though her fingers tightened around the jade pendant he’d once gifted her.

Her sole memento across ten millennia.

Just a trivial accessory to him, but her most cherished possession.

“It seems I missed appreciating many treasures in that future.”

Rising suddenly, Lu Yuan found himself genuinely moved by her vulnerability.

To have such unwavering devotion.

What more could a man ask for?

“You must have endured much.”

He pulled her into an embrace, cupping her face tenderly.

Bai Xin’er stiffened like startled prey.

“Is there… Anything else you wanted to say?”

His breath warmed her cheek.

She mutely shook her head, her frozen heart beginning to thaw

Under his unexpected tenderness.

“Then I’ll speak.”

In one fluid motion,

He swept her into a princess carry.

“Lu Yuan! Wh-what are you—”

Her startled cry dissolved into flustered silence, face burning crimson,

Heart pounding like a trapped sparrow.

“Making you my cultivation partner, of course.”

His smoldering gaze left no room for misunderstanding.

“I… you…”

Her mind short-circuited completely.

Though she squirmed halfheartedly in his arms, the struggle was purely performative—and soon abandoned.