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"Also, the bond level between me and Axia is bond level six..."

"Among the unlocked original texts, all of them correspond to the long-stage abilities of the Death God sequence, but the Night Blade "Death Angel" has not been unlocked."

"It seems that the Death Angel's Night Blade doesn't have multiple uses like Hiltina's Infinity Blade, but only needs to be unlocked once... Such a powerful Night Blade may need to be unlocked at Bond Level 7, a special number corresponding to the "Legendary Rank."

Rast stared at the words on the panel of the Fool's Library and fell into subtle thought.

This was the highest level of bond he had ever established in the "Fool's Library" so far, one level higher than the "Bond Level: 5" with Hiltina.

However, if we estimate the bond between Rast and Queen Helen, then the bond between them should be even higher than bond six.

To the naive Queen of the Underworld, he was the whole light in her life. He was the hero in the fairy tale who came into being in reality and appeared before her on the clouds.

Coupled with the backstab during the final embrace, the queen, who longed for a fairy tale to come true, had her hopes shattered and fell from hope into the abyss of despair...

Such an unforgettable bond, even if it has not reached bond nine, should be bond eight or seven.

But at this moment, the bond level between him and Axia is bond level six.

The reasonable explanation is that Helen is not everything to Akshia.

The "Queen of the Underworld Helen" in the Night World is merely an NPC flashed back in time in the Echoes of the Era by the power of the Night World, a phantom of past history... The phantom itself is empty, and it is because of Axia's role that this phantom has meaning.

Akshia and Rast are like the male and female protagonists of a stage play.

Because of the coincidences and misunderstandings created by the stage director Night World, they jointly performed such a love stage play in the illusory echoes of history.

At this moment, the misunderstanding was resolved, and Akxia's original memory was restored. She knew her identity as a night traveler, and also understood that she was just the heroine in a stage play... The performance just now was just for the effect of the show, so you took the amnesia pill. It was all a show effect, it was all a script, and it should not be taken seriously.

After that, what the actors who played the male and female protagonists should do is naturally to end the performance, say goodbye calmly, and then return to their own lives.

only--

The bond level is six, although it is slightly lower than the relationship between the male and female protagonists in the script.

However, the relationship has far exceeded that of "acting colleagues who just act out a scene".

"Fairy tales are fake, but love is real."

In the fiery red sky dyed by the setting sun, the words carefully written by the girl with long ice-blue hair seemed to still be before my eyes.

So, for her—

The "fairy tale" in this sentence doesn't just refer to the "Silver Wing Chronicle"...

Are you also talking about the fairy tale in which Helen, the Queen of the Underworld, and Rust, the captain of the Shore Guard, respectively play the male and female protagonists?

The performance is fake, but the emotions that sprout from the performance are sincere and shining like diamonds, and are by no means false.

This is Akshia's attitude.

Even though I know that fairy tales are false and that reality is cold and cruel, I still firmly believe in it from the bottom of my heart...

Whether she was the student council president of Starry University or the queen of the underworld, her feelings had never changed.

So, what about me?

From the beginning to the end, are you also in a fairy tale stage play, playing a role in it without knowing it?

Not only in the echoes of the era of the night world, but also——

Canaan

Staring at the crystal clear chess piece in his hand, which was emitting a dim yellow light in the night, the Star Cup of the God of Death.

A rare flicker of confusion flashed across Last's dark eyes.

But soon, those slight confusions disappeared in an instant, and the eyes returned to the clear nothingness.

Whether Helen is Akshia or not...

From the beginning to the end, what I need to do has not changed at all.

"Give this dreamy fairy tale a perfect and happy ending."

"If Dean Silver knew how hard I worked to keep his other meal ticket... would the Fool's Library's "Moon" card have a chance to upgrade to another level?"

While muttering these words to himself, Last slowly raised the Star Cup of Death.

Ever since he touched that hazy and illusory chess piece with his hand.

From the perspective of the "Eye of Prying Eyes", there were countless dim yellow blood vessel-like channels, rushing recklessly from the star cup to the skin of Last's right hand.

It was as if it had finally found a new host...

However, whenever these blood vessels flowing with dusk were about to invade Last's skin, a pale light would flash, blocking these dim blood vessels from Last's flesh and blood.

Night Blade's original text: "Silent Disqualification: Withering Stone".

But at this moment, looking at those dusk threads surging towards his flesh and blood, like hungry poisonous snakes.

There was also a curve at the corner of Rast's mouth.

"Since you're so eager to find a new host, a brand new body..."

"Then I'll give it to you."

Silent words fell.

Just before Rast was about to take further action, his movements suddenly paused slightly.

Behind Rast, on the rugged path leading to the cliff at the top of the mountain, there was suddenly a burst of hurried and panicked footsteps.

From far away, as time passed, the sound of footsteps going up the mountain became clearer and clearer.

……

Present world, the Mystery Tower.

Dean Yin, who was pacing and turning in circles with a sad look on his face and his furry tail drooping, suddenly stopped.

Beside it, Ophelia, whose fair face had an unnatural blush, was also slightly stunned.

"Little Tina's sister."

"It seems that not only me, but also you opened the champagne too early."

Dean Yin's words came faintly, with a bit of gloating glee at being slapped in the face.

"A woman who wants to cuckold your sister."

"It seems like there's more than one..."

Chapter 123: Longing is the emotion furthest from understanding, Gray (two in one)

In the dark night sky, it started raining without me noticing.

The rain turned the mountain road, which was already sparsely traveled, into a muddy place and blurred the girl's eyes.

Gray ran along the winding path up the mountain. The dirty muddy water stained her fair cheeks, but it did not stop her steps for a moment.

And deep within Gray's soul, the power of destiny, which was originally ethereal, difficult to perceive, and elusive...

At this moment, it became an extremely clear warning sign.

will die.

will die.

will die.

It was as if written in blood, so vivid that it was engraved directly into the depths of Gray's soul... It was also an omen from fate.

Silent disasters, calamities, conspiracies...are slowly gathering in paradise, in this royal city.

And at the end of this winding path, the peak of this mountain, is the core of the storm, the source of all disputes and disasters.

To maximize your own safety and survive the coming storm—

So now, what Grey should do is to immediately return to Leader Cessel and seek the protection of this legendary shore guardian.

Finding someone to back her up to protect her own safety... This is the idea and principle that Gray has always held.

In her eyes, the human settlements scattered across the continent were like wolf packs in the wilderness, and she was a young wolf wandering among the wolf packs.

Some wolf packs are very weak and will be devoured by more powerful beasts in the wilderness. Then she will have no choice but to wander again... Some wolf packs are very strong and have the most powerful leader. Joining such a strong wolf pack will ensure her safety.

This was Grey's perception of the world before she met Luster.

The reason why she wanted to join the Shore Watchers was because she knew that the Shore Watchers were a powerful wolf pack in the wilderness, with Cecil as the strongest leader... As long as she joined, she would be safe.

but--

At this moment.

The knowledge and principles that she once believed in, as well as the biological instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm that emanated from the depths of her soul... were all thrown behind Gray's mind.

She stumbled along, taking deep and shallow steps, and her dirty boots created muddy puddles on the mountain road.

The rain is still falling.

The drizzle turned into a downpour.

I don’t know how much time has passed…

This seemingly endless winding path finally came to an end.

Gray used up her last bit of strength to climb over the last small slope.

Then, Gray saw the top of the cliff... the slender figure in a black windbreaker.

He stood beside a steep cliff, overlooking the dark sea crashing against the rocks below. His dark silhouette seemed to merge into the cliff.

It’s Brother Rast.

Although she couldn't see the face clearly because the person was facing away from her, Gray immediately recognized the other person's identity just by the vague outline of the figure.

fortunately.

Fortunately... I caught up with him.

The worst possible scenario that I had anticipated did not happen.

Brother Rast is safe and sound, nothing happened to him.

It seems that the legendary gravekeeper was frightened by the leader of Cecil and has not come here yet.

The last of her remaining energy was exhausted as she climbed over a slope, and Gray lost the strength to support her body.

She stumbled and fell into the muddy water.

The girl's silver-gray hair was stained with sewage, and her clothes were covered in muddy dirt, making her look even more miserable than a beggar...

But at this moment, Gray only felt relieved.

I'm glad that brother Rast is safe and sound.

However, he and his brother Last are far from safe now.

Although he confirmed that his brother Last was safe, the warning from fate deep in his soul had not dissipated, but lingered in his heart like a dark cloud.

This place will soon become the center of the storm...

Therefore, I must take Brother Rast away from here immediately.

With this thought in mind, Gray endured the pain of falling on the gravel, raised her head from the heavy rain, looked at the figure in the distance, and wanted to speak.

However, the next moment.

Gray's gaze suddenly froze.

As if he had noticed Gray's movements behind him, Last, who was standing at the end of the cliff, turned sideways, revealing his front face.

In his left hand, he held a dagger that seemed to be made of pure light. The golden blade was clearly stained with a bright red.

The front of the black windbreaker, as well as Last's face, were stained with splattered blood. Even the violent storm could not completely wash away the bloodstains.

In Rast's right hand, he tightly grasped a chess piece that was shrouded in the hazy glow of dusk, yet crystal clear.

The moment the dim yellow chess piece appeared, Gray's soul began to ache wildly. The power of destiny was going crazy and warning her desperately.

This chess piece is the core of the storm in the omen of fate and the source of all disasters.

It was also based on the information from his brother Rast that he had previously wanted to steal the "Relic of the God of Death" in the royal palace, but he did not find it at the location of the information. Instead, he fell into a trap, causing his sister Shadow Servant to sacrifice herself to rescue him.

The words that were not spoken were stuck in my throat.