Who left their last words here?

Chapter 30 An Invitation to Dance with Crows

Even though there were no spectators around, Bai Zhou still habitually maintained a tense expression.

He suppressed his trembling, but he seemed to hear the echo of a tsunami in his ears.

These "blood beads" must have some function that Bai Zhou hasn't yet developed.

Why do the "blood beads" flowing from the crown bear the marks of adventurers?

The so-called King of Gold is suspected to be a high-sequence being from the "Adventurer" pathway!

Even the twelve unfathomable golden giants I vaguely saw just now, standing atop the stars...

Perhaps they were also predecessors of the "Adventurer" path?
—Can they still be called "adventurers"?

Even the ultimate form of adventurer that Bai Zhou could imagine, the "Dragon Slayer Hero," wasn't that scary, was it?

"..."

Bai Zhou's eyes flickered.

He looked at the silent crown, still in the distilled water, without a trace of blood, everything as usual.

What if the secret to becoming the "King of Gold" is hidden here...?

That means it might also contain the path for the "adventurer" to follow!

"Thump, thump—"

This guess made Bai Zhou's heart pound wildly.

The "Moonlight Oath Saint Slash" was only enough for Bai Zhou to complete his training in "body" and "mind," and the path to follow was still uncertain.

Looking back suddenly, I realized that the treasure mountain was right in front of me.

"Tsk!"

Bai Zhou blinked twice in the dimly lit room, her clear eyes blinking slightly. She restrained herself and simply smacked her lips.

But in the end, he couldn't resist and hummed a couple of times with amusement.

—Cold, living people are all capable of deception.

But a warm-hearted dead person won't, nor will a heartwarming last message.

The Special Administrative Region Administration also said it was an F-level black box, utterly insignificant.

But this is probably the greatest treasure hidden within the Special Administration, unknown to anyone!
"Crash..."

Pump out the water and change the water.

Reseal the water tank.

After a busy half-day, everything returned to normal.

He raised his hand and placed it on the water tank, giving it two light taps.

He took one last, reluctant look at the words of the "Golden King" above the crown.

Although he has no clue about those harsh "trials" for the time being, Bai Zhou may have to rely on them to make a living for the rest of his life.

This thing can't be left to the Special Administration... wait, what Special Administration?

This is the crown of the white boat.

In all honesty, the Special Administration Agency holds the "Johor Laurel" title, which has absolutely nothing to do with him, not even a single grain of gold.

Bai Zhou scratched his head and suddenly felt that his head was empty, and he wished he could put something on it.

That unruly tuft of hair that always sticks up needs something to hold it down.

White King... that name sounds alright?

With a "snap"—

A closed black box.

Bai Zhou carefully put away the gold beans whose purpose was unknown.
Then, with a normal expression, he walked out of the dark room "F-13777".

Following the example of Section Chief Liu, he adopted a steady, official gait.

The key jingled at my waist.

Taking the crown now would be too easy to expose him, and he's not in such a hurry.

But before he leaves tomorrow night, he will definitely take the crown with him and savor it slowly.

...What does it mean that the first trial for the one who inherits the throne is...?
Shirashu pondered that this must symbolize some kind of "qualification".

To solve this problem, he might need to use the [Zhu Luo Ji Pass] to go back to the battlefield ruins.

The access tokens were all given by the Crown; the problem is to solve the issues presented by the Crown...

Of course, we can only explore that area.

—Shirazuki began to daydream again:

Who knows, one day he might find a pair of scepters and seals in the ruins of that upside-down giant city.

He will be directly appointed by Heaven, and upon his return, he will astonish the Crown Prince to the point of bowing down in reverence. He will no longer care about the twelve trials and will directly promote him to the new Golden King!

If all else fails, see if there are any tattered imperial robes; picking them up and wearing them might give you a try.

……

To avoid suspicion, even though there was no one else around, Bai Zhou continued working and did not leave the darkroom sector.

Footsteps echoed as Supervisor Bai Zhou surveyed the area, inspecting the black box.

While we're at it, let's see if there's anything that's convenient for him to pack up and take with him tomorrow.

I'm eating and eating and eating... I'm so hungry, so hungry!

[By writing hypocrites into my phone's notes, I can kill them... I will become the god of the new world!]

...familiar or unfamiliar last words, one by one, are presented.

"Pity……"

Bai Zhou felt increasingly regretful as he looked at the photos, a pang of heartache washing over him.

If only he could have an infinitely large storage bag like the protagonist in an adventure story.

In the future, the entire black box maintenance department will be grateful for his silent contributions.

Because the black box that gave them headaches will no longer exist.

In terms of benefiting both oneself and others, Bai Zhou's qualities can be described as quite high.

……

noon.

After finishing his work in the Black Room, Bai Zhou went to the Ordnance Logistics Department to collect his new sidearm.

The authorities originally intended to provide him with a new gun.

But he didn't want it.

He volunteered to inherit Section Chief Liu's sidearm—the specially modified "Arbiter-300" enchanted pistol.

The cold gun, when placed in Bai Zhou's hands, inexplicably gave him a sense of warmth.

The enchanted patterns reflected light on the gun's body, and the smell of metal and gunpowder eagerly filled Bai Zhou's nostrils, stirring a restlessness within him.

"Don't worry..."

Bai Zhou gently stroked the gun barrel, whispering to himself.

With a "snap," the gun was pulled back.

The bullet, gleaming yellow, bounced through the air after the gun was cocked and ejected.

Bai Zhou grabbed him.

With my palm open, the brass bullet, engraved with dark blue patterns, lay quietly in my hand.

The cold, hard touch traveled from his palm to Bai Zhou's brain.

"Soon."

Above my head was a band of cold white light.

The cold, mechanical walls sealed off the sky and the earth.

Bai Zhou leaned against the corner, looking down at the "Judge 300" in his hand and the bullet, and said this.

……

Bai Zhou was quite busy after lunch.

Busy wandering around the base.

He seemed to have completely shaken off the effects of Section Chief Liu's death, carrying a thermos and strolling around, wandering here and there.

However, he dared not drink a single drop of the contents of his thermos...

Ya had left a lot of the chemical materials she had "picked up" from the research institute in her dormitory.

During special training, Bai Zhou was forced to memorize many chemical formulas.

Some interesting little rituals require the use of chemical materials.

This requires those who arrange the ceremony to understand the basic composition and principles of chemical materials.

Although this was Bai Zhou's lowest score in any subject, he still managed to pass Ya's test.

right now,

Bai Zhou stood in various deserted corners of the base, recalling how to describe these rituals.

No one paid attention to his actions.

……

In the afternoon, Bai Zhou had a good meal in the cafeteria and took a lot of things back with him.

Chili oil, mustard water, flour, onions, garlic... and so on.

These are all foods that Bai Zhou "likes to eat".

—From now on, there won't be any free cafeterias when we go out, so we'd better prepare everything we need in advance.

Carrying large and small bags, Bai Zhou huffed and puffed his way back to the dormitory.

"crow?"

As soon as he entered the house, he saw that Ya had returned sometime earlier.

For some reason, the familiar aroma of coffee brought a sense of calm to Bai Zhou's restless and anxious heart, which had been pounding all day.

...But this time, the crow did not lean against the black ribbon to read.

She was wiping the knife.

She leaned against the windowsill, her slender hand tracing the unsheathed blade.

The long sword is engraved with mysterious patterns in red on a white background, which gradually shimmer with light as the fingertips brush across it.

The snow-white blades on both sides reflected the raven's cold eyes.

Then, she raised her head and looked at Bai Zhou.

"I've found out what you asked me to investigate."

"……You're right."

"This place has been completely corrupted!"

After a moment of silence, she spoke again.

"But you may not know this—"

"You are their next target."

they.

The fact that Ya used "they" to describe them made Bai Zhou's heart tighten.

The heart that had been shrouded in uncertainty finally died.

"You can't stay here anymore, but they definitely won't let you go."

The sound of metal scraping against metal rang out as the long sword slowly returned to its sheath.

The crow stood up.

The light elongated her shadow.

"Bai Zhou, we cannot sit idly by and wait for our doom."

"We have to do something!"

His sharp gaze carried a chilling murderous intent.

But those cold eyes quickly thawed, as if they had thought of something.

"However, it's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it..."

"After that, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

Her petite figure was more upright than the straight sword, and the light poured down from above, making it seem as if all the light was focused on her.

Like a silver blade flashing before my eyes.

A calm voice, tinged with helplessness—

She slowly raised her arm to Bai Zhou and offered her hand.

The gesture seemed to be an invitation to Bai Zhou to dance together at the ball—

"You may end up with me, this lonely ghost..."

"He fled all the way, wandering the world."

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