The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

"what?"

"That's right. Although I'm not entirely clear on your intentions, you should understand what I mean: we must save her! I know you still have a lot of pent-up resentment, but now you can't hesitate."

Alicia looked at Kiana with unwavering determination and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you get into any danger!!"

As she spoke, Alicia placed her palm on the head of the Herrscher of Corruption.

This is where the Herrscher of Erosion stores data.

Alicia's palm slowly pressed against the Herrscher of Corruption's forehead, a glimmer of golden light flashing.

"What...what are you doing?! You want to destroy this place?! Are you crazy?!"

The eyes of the Herrscher of Corruption were filled with boundless hatred and fear.

Everything in Paradise is built on data. The powerful technological capabilities of the previous civilization enabled the data here to create a virtual world that is almost as real as the real world.

However, no matter how close this world is to reality, it is ultimately a world made up of data.

If the data is cleared... then Paradise will cease to exist.

I can already say that I'm rooted here. If my existence is detected, then my ultimate fate...

He disappeared along with this woman!

"Alicia! Are you really not going to regret this?"

"You're a Herrscher! Why are you sacrificing yourself for humanity?"

"Stop! Alicia, stop and I'll give you hope. Do you want to see the outside world? Do you want to be with the heroes forever?"

In the final moments, the Herrscher of Corruption used every trick in the book to try and prevent Alicia from making her final decision.

She is confident that she will fulfill all her promises.

Now, creating a virtual, entertaining eternal paradise is a piece of cake for her.

However, the Herald of Corruption eventually discovered that his call went unanswered.

With the data wiped clean, Paradise was plunged into endless darkness.

The last thing she could see was the sight of the Herrscher before her and herself vanishing...

Chapter One: With this sword alone, one can dominate Britain.

As a burst of light appeared, Mei's consciousness gradually returned.

She had a very long dream in which Kiana also came to Paradise. Kiana fought alongside her, chatted and laughed with her, and even summoned all sorts of acquaintances to Paradise through Gretchen's paintings.

However, in the very end, she suddenly realized that all of this was an illusion created by the Herrscher of Corruption.

Then she woke up...

“Such a dream…it’s truly unforgettable. Have you ever had a dream like that, Kevin?”

Mei turned her gaze to the man at the end of the corridor in the distance.

"Herrscher, what if I told you that none of this was a dream?"

Kevin said slowly.

Although her tone remained calm as always, Mei could sense an emotion that was hard to detect.

Was he... moved again by Alicia's sacrifice?

It was indeed very difficult for him.

Mei silently followed.

Kevin slowly turned around and said in a low voice without turning his head:

"Humanity must defeat the Honkai, Herrscher. I don't care what you think, but my plan will definitely succeed."

...

The autumn sea breeze crosses the strait, caressing every ear of wheat in the fields.

A precious sword, radiating an aura of extreme cold, lay silently embedded in the sword stone.

This sword is entirely golden, with many intricate and ancient patterns carved on its blade. These patterns appear and disappear as if they were alive, lifelike and vivid.

Such a magnificent sword, yet it belongs to no one.

Or rather, no one can pull him out...

However, at this moment, a young man with a ponytail was warming up before drawing his sword.

She was handsome, with eyes that shone with wisdom, as if nothing could shake her, even the slight upturn of her lips exuded confidence and determination.

Although she appears gentle and refined, she is actually a fierce lion full of courage and ambition.

She is the future King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon.

Ever since she learned about the sword, she had been looking for an opportunity to get close to it, and she had tried countless times, but she had never succeeded.

She knew that to pull out the sword, she needed a trigger, an opportunity.

Her patience was wearing thin; she didn't want to wait any longer.

Like a hunter, who never fails when hunting.

Now, everything is ready, except for the final push.

She wanted to seize this rare opportunity.

Just as Artoria was pondering how to pull out the sword, she saw a familiar figure.

"That flower magician?" Artoria thought to herself.

Her brows furrowed with confusion and shock.

Just as she was wondering, the man holding the staff noticed her gaze, turned around, and revealed a handsome face.

This man had short, snow-white hair, a high forehead, a handsome nose, and thin, sensual lips.

He was dressed casually in a white robe, giving off a sunny, clean, and cheerful vibe.

"Are you ready?"

"Ah."

"Hehe..." Merlin smiled slightly, his eyes full of satisfaction.

What an epic scene this is!

The king and his wise advisors gathered here, about to embark together on a moment that would determine the fate of Britain!

However, this ritual, imbued with a sense of destiny, presents a problem that is neither too big nor too small.

"Who is she?"

The girl, who had not yet become a queen, glanced sideways at the girl behind Merlin, who was wearing a white cloak with her white hair peeking out from under the hood.

She was of medium build, but her steps were steady and her demeanor orderly; she didn't seem like a girl from an ordinary family at all.

The girl's face was cold and resolute, and she had a pair of deep, starry eyes that seemed to contain endless mysteries.

Her beauty is not as pure as Artoria's, but it is filled with countless alluring elements.

The girl had a typical Western face, with a high nose and tightly pursed cherry-red lips, giving her a mysterious and alluring look.

Even in all of Europe, this face would be considered absolutely stunning, possessing not only unparalleled beauty but also an aura that surpasses all others.

Who is this girl?

Artoria was filled with doubt, and a strange sense of crisis rose from the bottom of her heart. She knew that she had encountered an enemy.

I don't know if the other party is friend or foe.

Merlin sensed the doubt in Artoria's heart, but he couldn't solve the mystery for the time being, because he didn't know the girl's origins or her identity, only that her appearance was related to his identity.

“A capable assistant,” Merlin said with a half-smile.

"A capable...helper? Is it a samurai you hired?" Artoria asked.

No, she just

...I heard there's a sword that can decide who will be King of Britain, so I followed you along the way, saying I wanted to try and see if I could help you reclaim the throne.

Merlin spread his hands, smiling with a bewildered expression.

Artoria was slightly taken aback, then she took a closer look at this suddenly appearing helper.

“I don’t know who you are, but if you are willing to help me, I will respect you. However, if you covet the throne that belongs to me, then as a king, I will not remain indifferent.”

"The king's duty...you may fulfill that duty. And I, as a traveler, will also abide by my own covenant. My name is Kiana, Kiana Kaslana, it's a pleasure to meet you, King Arthur."

Kiana responded abruptly, then raised her hand.

A massive, two-handed sword, entirely crimson red, appeared in her hand.

The mere appearance of this sword caused Artoria and Merlin to feel the temperature rise considerably.

An invisible sense of oppression followed...

"I have a weapon now, so I won't covet your sword. Don't worry."

Kiana sheathed her sword, then silently stared at the Chosen King Sword, saying nothing more.

Seeing this, Artoria glanced at Merlin, her expression showing a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

It felt like they were saying, "You've found me an amazing helper out of nowhere!"

Merlin could naturally see her dissatisfaction, so he quickly smiled and pointed to the Sword of the Chosen King:

"This sword was forged by fairies; it can cut through iron like mud and shatter gold and jade. Although its design is somewhat flamboyant..."

"But do not underestimate it because of this. In the hands of a true king, this sword can exert power far exceeding that of other holy swords."

Artoria recalled Merlin's introduction.

She had no idea just how powerful the so-called holy sword really was.

After all, she was still a minor and had never touched a real sword.

When she was at her adoptive father's house, she trained with a wooden sword.

Even so, Artoria firmly believed that she was qualified to draw her sword.