Wanjie Game Hall, I sent Kiana to Silent Hill

The white light faded, and the three men had completed their demonic transformations. The first thing they saw was an unarmed Yama Blade stuck in the ground, and the demonic tree beneath their feet was trembling violently.

"Where is Huang Quan?" Nero looked around but couldn't find Huang Quan at all.

He still wanted to find someone, but Virgil and Dante told him to leave quickly. The magic tree that stood between the two worlds could no longer withstand the damage and was about to be destroyed.

As the three of them left together, the final curtain of Huangquan slowly fell.

——The author has something to say——

I felt like laughing when I saw a lot of people in the comment section saying that Ai Li spoke in a teasing tone.

Perhaps you have never thought about one question, which is what is the definition of "tea"?

It’s like many people have been saying that Liu Bei is a hypocrite, but they never thought that when people look up Liu Bei’s life and deeds and find that they can’t find the corresponding “hypocritical” part, they will not only be more convinced that Liu Bei is a true gentleman, but will also think that those who call him a hypocrite are... right?

So, if you want to evaluate a person's image, you should actually look at what they do, not what they think. If the human heart is really so easy to quantify and speculate, then Liu Cixin would not be able to write such a wonderful story as the Wallfacer Project.

Volume 182: : Set [Free Dancer]

Huang Quan saw darkness in front of his eyes.

She didn't close her eyes, but simply stood there. From the moment the sword slashed out and the white light appeared, Huang Quan arrived in this world that seemed like nothingness.

But Huang Quan knew that this place was not truly 'nothing', because she could still feel the support under her feet, and even... there was a subtle but extremely cheerful music echoing in the darkness.

Wang Xuanqiao also heard the sound, which sounded very familiar, as if it was one of the famous songs of a deceased superstar.

Snapped!

A spotlight suddenly lit up in the endless darkness, shining on a man who appeared on the stage with the posture of a superb dancer.

…It’s Dante.

"Well done, you guy." Dante maintained his dancing posture and waved his right hand, pointing at Huang Quan.

The music, which had been only faintly audible, suddenly became clear, and Dante began to kick his legs and feet, twisting his body in the same dance steps as the Heavenly King. He seemed to enjoy this feeling, dancing more and more excitedly, and even the spotlight began to flash in time with him.

Finally, Dante spun on the spot, and froze his body amid the screams of the harmony. He put his hands behind his head and paused. A large fountain of sparks erupted from behind him, as if applauding the dancer's performance.

Huang Quan looked at Dante expressionlessly.

"Are you here just to dance?" she asked.

"I hope so." Dante stopped dancing, took off the Faust hat on his head, and walked to Huang Quan with a swagger.

"But I'm actually here to give you a reward." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The spotlight that had been focused on Dante suddenly shifted to Huang Quan, and the fountain of sparks that had just stopped erupted from behind her the next moment. Then, Dante threw the Faust hat in his hand towards Huang Quan.

Huang Quan raised his hand and caught the hat.

Dante nodded with satisfaction, seeing that she had received everything she deserved.

"Although I knew this day might come, you were the only one who made it a reality. Haha, even the Demon Emperor doesn't have this ability. You really have it in you."

He took two steps back and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"However, it's certainly not easy to associate with such a power. Therefore, Vergil, Nero, and I have discussed this very 'friendly' for a while and decided to give these things to you as a souvenir."

"Of course, don't expect them to help you in an emergency. These things are more of a blessing than a practical use. If you really blindly believe in them and end up ruining yourself, I'll laugh at you at your grave."

"Okay, let's say goodbye here. If we ever meet again, don't forget to kill Virgil first."

Dante's figure faded completely into the darkness. The sound faded along with the fading music, and the spotlights began to go out one by one. Huang Quan once again sank into nothingness. She lowered her head, still feeling the touch of the hat in her hand. She gently patted it and put it on her head.

Game over.

Huang Quan took off his helmet, and the system prompt sounded in his mind.

You have collected the 'Wide Brim Hat', 'Red Trench Coat', 'High Boots', 'Spotlight', and 'Sparkling Spring'. The 'Free Dancer' set has now been successfully activated.

All of them? Huang Quan was a little surprised. She had thought she would have to swipe twice more, but she didn't expect to get them all in one go.

At the same time, Huang Quan also felt a completely different kind of power emerging from within him. While that power wasn't overwhelming, it possessed a distinct presence. Even the void within him was powerless to stop it.

"Dancer with Heart..." Huang Quan muttered the name of the suit to himself and turned to look at Wang Xuanqiao beside him.

In fact, Wang Xuanqiao had already checked the effects of the set without her saying anything. When he saw Dante appear during the settlement period and give Huang Quan three items at once, he guessed that Huang Quan might graduate all at once this time.

So what is the effect of the set?

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[Free Dancer]: Remember, dance is life leaping for joy! So, don't be bound by any vulgar notions. Let your body twist, your hands wave, and your feet rub! No music? We'll play with our hearts; no steps? We'll dance with instinct; no stage? We'll build it with the world!

Let’s shout together—dance as you please, dance anytime!

[Attention, Dancers Are Coming!]: Attracts all nearby beings with basic intelligence, causing them to drop whatever they are doing and gaze at you. They may even join your performance. There's no upper limit on the number of people you can attract.

[Stage Ready?]: When you start dancing, a stage will automatically be generated. The stage's size will expand as the number of participants increases, with no upper limit.

【Dance, be happy!】: When you dance, the joyful feeling spreads to everyone, and there is no limit to how much it spreads.

[Fight? Let's Dance!]: Hostile entities within the stage cannot attack, and can only compete in a dance. Win, the dance continues; lose, the stage disappears. There is no limit to the number of hostile targets you can accommodate.

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Wang Xuanqiao wasn't sure if trading five suit components for four was a loss or a gain, but he felt that if Huang Quan took this suit back, it would definitely attract Aha's attention the moment it launched. Apart from anything else, the words "no upper limit" clearly stated how powerful this thing was...

Joy?

Let all the intelligent life in the galaxy drop what they are doing and dance with Huang Quan. Just thinking about that scene makes Aha so excited that he can't sleep.

If happiness is the privilege of life, then this [Dancing with Heart] is equivalent to putting the privilege back into the hands of all life in the simplest way.

I just don't know if this set will have any effect on the Star God. If it does, Aha might really come and try it.

His personal thoughts ended here. Wang Xuanqiao closed the system mall and told Huang Quan everything he had found out.

To Wang Xuanqiao's surprise, Huang Quan didn't seem particularly surprised after hearing this. She simply clutched her sword, lost in thought. After a moment of silence, she suddenly nodded slightly.

"I understand." Huang Quan said, "The true meaning of this suit."

Since she rarely showed the desire to express herself, Wang Xuanqiao naturally listened attentively.

"When I finally swung my sword at the three of them, I noticed that they complemented each other's existence and successfully blocked the power of nothingness. If this suit can make all life dance with me, then..."

"We can also complement each other, allowing each other's existence to shine with light that is bright enough to illuminate the void."

After saying that, Huang Quan stood up, turned to Wang Xuanqiao, took off her gloves, and extended her hand towards him.

"Do you remember the invitation from yesterday?" Huang Quan said softly, "Manager, please take this opportunity to dance with me."

Wang Xuanqiao stared at Huang Quan, who was looking serious. A hint of anticipation lurked in his deep purple eyes. He smiled, stood up, and shook her hand.

It felt icy cold to the touch. It seemed that even with gloves on, Huang Quan couldn't retain much of the remaining warmth.

"Try using that suit," Wang Xuanqiao said to Huang Quan. "Let it set the stage and see if we can complement each other's existence."

Huang Quan nodded slightly, and walked with Wang Xuanqiao to a slightly more open place. Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers like Dante did just now.

Snapped!

The lights in the game room dimmed in an instant, and a spotlight appeared from nowhere and shone on the two of them.

The next moment, a slow-paced dance music sounded from the void, and Wang Xuanqiao immediately felt an invisible force wrapped around his body, trying to guide his limbs to move.

Huang Quan seemed to be in the same boat. Her movements were a little awkward at first, as if she was negotiating with her body, but soon her movements became familiar.

I don't know if that could be considered a dance performed by the two of them. Anyway, they swayed around the game area, spinning, hugging, and leaping forward...

As the music's tempo gradually intensified, Wang Xuanqiao suddenly felt a surge of emotion. However, that emotion wasn't the happiness described in the suit's description, but rather a complex blend of emotions.

He couldn't help but look at Huang Quan, but saw a line of tears slowly flowing down her face.

——The author has something to say——

Volume 183: : Lightning Forgotten River Guard Mei

Every time Huang Quan sheds tears, the waves of memories flood his heart.

She buried her memories in the nothingness of the past, and walked forward without stopping, pursuing the destination hidden behind the black sun.

Huang Quan thought that perhaps the black sun was the darkness before dawn, and behind it was the most dazzling light.

So she walked on the black stagnant water to seek the black sun, passing through the narrow gap between existence and non-existence, letting the continuous rain flow down her body.

Wang Xuanqiao felt that the stage began to change because of Huang Quan.

This stage wasn't as simple as the system's description suggested. Wang Xuanqiao watched as the scene in the arcade gradually faded into nothingness, while a vortex of stagnant water surged out from beneath his feet, just as he had witnessed when he first set foot in that world.

Like a fleeting thought, it vanished in an instant. Following Huang Quan's dance steps, Wang Xuanqiao took three or two light steps and once again journeyed towards the abyss of nothingness, the land of Huang Quan where only the red spider lily bloomed.

The tide of dead water quickly covered their heads, and the endless dead water condensed into a bottomless deep sea. The two people dancing in duet spun gracefully in it, and actually stirred up a whirlpool that split the Dead Sea!

"I, remember the past again."

Huang Quan suddenly opened his mouth and hummed softly.

“But nothingness is still behind.”

Her hair was still a deep purple, and the brilliance in her eyes hadn't faded as she gazed at her partner. This mirror, reflecting the world and him, shone gracefully, calmly, and softly.

The swirling waves surrounding the two of them slowly began to become noisy.

The rushing stagnant water seemed to weave a curtain of reflections, and the shadows spreading out from the abyss gathered upwards, piecing together one picture of resurrection after another.

Wang Xuanqiao saw many people who exuded distinct selves.

An old man wearing a straw hat and raincoat, standing quietly on the shore; a tiny girl hidden in heavy equipment; a man with white hair covering his face, as haggard as a ghost...

He also heard the trance sound echoing from the tide.

【Why did this rain choose me? 】

Look! The air in Orkron smells like raspberries.

[Do you still remember why Izumo forged a sword? ]

Even if this is meaningless?

【I want to go a deeper and farther path than Akivalli! 】

[The Takama-ga-hara where the gods fell was also a place as beautiful as Izumo a long time ago.]

The waves of the Dead Sea beat against the shore, dark clouds covered the sky, and the dark sun pierced the gloom, but brought even more depressing heaviness.

The stagnant waters surged and heaved in the never-ending rain, invisible waves pushing the relics sunk in the depths, throwing them out to sea briefly, only to swallow them up again.

The skeletons of twelve broken swords floated on the water, carried away by the waves. A crude compass, unwilling to be lonely, leaped from the abyss, only to plunge back into the sea, its needle pointing ever downward. Countless withered, illusory hands struggled desperately, reaching for the black sun hanging high in the sky.

Then, everything vanished. Only red remained between heaven and earth, as if a wound had been cut into the world, from which blood oozed, flowing uncontrollably throughout the entire world...

[Some things are hard for me to remember, but some things... I can't forget.]

Huang Quan's voice came from the endless blood-red.

I still remember that it was the starting point of my journey, the red source of my life, and the most intense and passionate thing in every storm...

Huang Quan himself seemed to remember something, and whispered along with the lingering echoes of the past.

[That's my name—]

"【Thunderbolt Forgotten River Guard Meiyi】"

The two voices quietly merged into one at this moment, as if the past caught up with and touched the present... and then, perhaps they would touch the future together.

Huang Quan's dance stopped.

The blood-red world vanished, and the familiar arcade came into view once again, as spacious, bright, clean, and tidy as ever. It was as if everything that had just happened had never happened, just a fish that had popped out of nothingness, appeared briefly, and then returned to nothingness.

Wang Xuanqiao and Huang Quan held hands and stared at each other.

That is not nothingness.

That is the self that the woman named Lei Dian Wangchuan Shou Meiyi has accumulated day by day, step by step.

"When my journey comes to an end one day, will you find me and lead me home?"

Huang Quan held Wang Xuanqiao's arm, stared into his black eyes, and asked softly.