I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

The indifferent words drifted in the howling wind and rain.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck from the dark clouds, illuminating the entire sky and shattering the last shred of hope in Gray's heart.

A few seconds later, the sound waves of thunder reached the cliff, causing the entire forest to shake and tremble.

Amid the roar of thunder, Gray gently closed her eyes.

Drops of water slid down her white cheeks, forming winding gullies. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears... or perhaps both.

At this moment, thousands of blurry images and hazy pictures exploded in Gray's mind like fleeting glimpses.

In the imaginary Frozen Water Town, at the mayor's dinner party, I met my brother Rast and my sister Hiltina for the first time...

At night, he sneaked into the guest room and tried to steal the shore watchman's badge, but was discovered by his brother Last. Facing his ignorant self at that time, he said, "Being a shore watchman is not an honor, but a curse."

The despair he fell into when he finally realized the truth about Frozen Water Town, and the black-haired boy who saved him from the abyss of despair and the endless cycle...

Nearly ten years have passed since then, and the memory of Frozen Water Town has long become vague, but Gray still remembers the last scene - Last's broken figure stood in the firelight, and the remaining body in the black flames was bronze in color.

There was also the surprise of finally meeting brother Rast again at the Shore Watchers’ headquarters after ten years.

During the six months spent preparing for the "Lost Paradise" project at the Watchtower, after daily training, we'd explore the surrounding towns together, and within the paradise, we'd plan a date with Her Majesty the Queen. While those days were filled with hardship and bitterness, looking back, each one was filled with sweetness...

Pictures flashed by, they were fragments of memories, dreams of the past, carrying with them all the longing and hope of an innocent girl for a better future.

until.

All those illusory lights and shadows, all those images of memories...

All are frozen in the reality of this moment——

Under the pitch-black sky, in the lightning that illuminated the night, the young man's chest had an inscription that pierced through the entire winged emblem of the Shore Guardian.

And that cold look that was cast towards him across the storm.

All the memories are frozen in the lightning.

Then crushed.

It turned into scattered crystal fragments.

Until, it falls into the dust of nothingness.

……

"Brother Luster..."

Gray opened her eyes again.

Her face was illuminated by the sudden thunder, and hot tears rolled down her face.

The once fair and delicate face was now twisted and shattered beyond recognition by boiling emotions.

"You, bastard traitor!"

Although the words were clearly a roar, the girl had a tearful expression on her face, and her hoarse voice sounded like a wail.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

She jerked out her gun, and the flash of fire from the muzzle briefly illuminated the silent night.

This is Gray's self-defense weapon.

Back then, it was because Grey witnessed with her own eyes how majestically Rust used a revolver in Frozen Water Town that she imitated Rust and chose a revolver as her own weapon.

Six brass-colored bullets were fired at extremely small intervals.

Single-action rapid-fire.

Gray imitated not only the weapons, but also Rust's techniques.

However, at this moment, the skills that were once born out of longing and yearning have turned into a blade wielded against the object of longing.

The trajectory of the bullet pierced through the rain curtain and shot straight towards the young man at the end of the cliff.

No detours are allowed.

The trajectory was like a prison, blocking all directions for Last to dodge until he died.

Single-action rapid fire is not a technique for accurate shooting, and Gray is far from having the same shooting skills as Last, who has already reached the pinnacle and perfection after hundreds of years of training.

At this moment, the rain on the cliff that blocked Gray's vision was not enough to allow her to make such precise aiming.

However, she is the darling of "fate".

Six brass bullets were fired out, each of them carrying the flow of time.

That is a twisted fate.

The order of cause and effect was reversed at this moment. The result of "the bullet hit Last" became a reality before the cause of "the trajectory penetrated the distance between the muzzle and Last".

This is a "guaranteed hit" curse, and the result is determined the moment the shot is fired, just like the eternal spear "Gungnir" in ancient legends that can penetrate the enemy's heart as long as it is thrown.

Converging the trajectory of the bullet's fate, making it impossible to dodge the fired bullet and making sure it hits the target... Grey has only just developed this practical shooting technique and is not yet proficient in it.

During the previous test, she was already limited to being able to use it once within a short period of time.

However, at this moment, Gray's control over the power of destiny went a step further in a very short time, and she applied the converged trajectory of destiny to every bullet at the same time.

Six armor-piercing bullets tore through the air and shot towards Last.

There is no way to hide or escape, as if it is the judgment of fate.

Even more than that.

As Gray roared and fired, her emerald green eyes were engulfed by a dazzling white light, like molten silver.

Behind Gray, a thick tree trunk was broken by the strong wind and swept high into the sky by the storm. Then, it fell squarely in the direction of Last.

Countless rocks and grains of sand were blown by the storm beneath her feet. It did not affect Gray herself, but at the end of the cliff, a dust storm arose around Last, carrying countless sharp stones and tearing flesh and blood.

Below the cliff, a huge wave like a collapsing mountain hit the protruding reef, splashing huge waves, and was about to sweep Last into the vast ocean.

Above the oppressive, dark, and overcast sky, lightning flashed across the heavens, and a bolt of furious lightning plummeted towards Last...

All of this is not a coincidence, but a powerful force called "fate".

In this madness where her spiritual pillars were shattered, Gray completely crossed the boundaries of the past and pushed this long sequence of steps that only she had stepped on to an unprecedented height.

As if sensing the anger and hatred in the girl's heart, the long river of fate, which had originally flowed gently and silently like a trickle, now turned into a surging torrent.

Countless coincidences, countless misfortunes, disasters and catastrophes are created wantonly and without restraint.

He let out a desperate wail and a deafening roar towards Last, the treacherous traitor.

however.

Witnessing the roaring fate.

Witnessing it, it seemed as if the entire world was imposing a majestic judgment on him.

Amidst the might of thunder, Last's expression remained silent.

He just quietly watched the six bullets coming towards him, with the concept of "definitely hitting" and the trajectory of the bullets that could not be dodged.

Then, Luster gently reached out and snapped his fingers.

"Cancel."

The next moment, the trajectory of the ball that tore through the atmosphere and stirred up a storm froze in front of him.

It was frozen in the mixed yellow and pale colors surging around Narast...in the frozen dusk.

Then, all the projectiles shattered in an instant, turning into countless broken copper fragments.

That is the power of the God of Death.

Even lifeless metals and objects can be given the "death" command, leading to conceptual destruction.

After inserting the Star Cup of the God of Death into his own heart and forcibly accommodating the relic of the God of Death, Rast also gained the ability to partially drive the remains of the god, just like the Queen of the Underworld Helen before him.

They were now standing on the wreckage of the Grim Reaper, and the entire paradise could be said to be Rast's home turf...

The power of "fate" is indeed tremendous and immeasurable, but the power of fate that Grey can control is limited and constrained by her own weak body. How can she possibly defeat Rast, who contains the Death Star Cup?

The brass fragments fell on the extremely smooth cliff wall washed by heavy rain, making a crisp sound.

These bullets did hit the target, achieving the concept of "must hit".

However, if the bullet itself has been conceptually destroyed and dismembered into fragments, then even if it hits the target, it is meaningless.

The scattered bullets did not stop Last's movements for a moment.

Under the dark sky and in the raging rainstorm, he just looked down indifferently at the girl wailing in the mud.

Then, he walked towards Gray step by step.

With every step he took, the dusk and paleness flowing beside Rast would flash once, annihilating all the disasters that attacked him into nothingness.

The falling tree was canceled. Before it hit Last, the tree was chopped into countless flying wood chips.

The surging waves, like the collapse of a mountain, vanished. In the dim light, the raging waves transformed into a gentle current, falling back into the vast ocean.

The dust storm that had swept through the rubble abruptly ended. Thousands of pieces of rubble fell back to the ground, making a resounding tinkling sound like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The roaring thunder was canceled. In the pale light of "Silent Disqualification: Withering Stone," the thunder that pierced the heavens and earth was annihilated into nothingness, leaving only a tiny arc of electricity flickering freely in the air.

The roar of the whole world, the overwhelming disasters, the judgment from fate... none of this could hinder Rast's steps in the slightest.

He walked step by step to Gray, who was sitting on the rock, her whole body covered in dirt and mud.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the girl's swan-like white neck, lifting her into the air.

"Do you understand your own weakness, Gray?"

Rast's words were mixed in with the wind and rain.

No matter how hard Gray struggled in mid-air, the movements and sounds of his hands remained steady, like cold, hard steel.

"This is the wine called strength."

"If you never possess power, never become strong... then no matter how many vows you make, no matter how many ideals you have, they will all be like rootless duckweed, a dreamlike bubble that will burst at the slightest poke."

"This is the gap between you and me—"

"That gap can never be crossed."

Chapter 125 Hate me, loathe me, and live on in ugliness (two in one)

The two looked at each other.

Last stood on the cliff where the waves crashed against the shore, while Gray looked up at the pure black sky. The roaring thunder and violent storms engulfed the entire world.

Since their encounter in Frozen Water Town, this was the first time Gray had seen Luster's entire appearance at such a close distance.

In the lightning, the boy's profile was clearly and deeply defined, and his dark eyes were still clear, as if there were bright stars at the bottom of a lake, exactly the same as in Gray's memory.

Although nearly ten years had passed since they first met, these ten years seemed to have left no trace on him...

However, at this moment.

This face, which should have made Gray feel at ease, happy and satisfied whenever she saw it, now only made her feel extremely hateful and unfamiliar.

Their bodies were clearly very close, separated only by a curtain of drifting rain.

However, the distance between the two hearts is unprecedentedly far, like a chasm between heaven and earth.

"Do you feel the beauty of power, Gray?"

"And, in you right now, the original sin of weakness."

The girl's neck was tightly pinched and she was lifted into the air. The almost suffocating pressure made her pretty face reveal an expression of pain, and Last's words rang out in her ears.

"In fact, you also have the potential to become powerful."

"I discovered it when I first came into contact with you."

"The long steps of the sequence called 'Destiny'... just like the Death Star Cup I have contained, they both represent the uniqueness of something that is truly unique in this world."

"This is the key to abandoning the hollow, weak, and fragile human body and ascending to the lofty divine realm... the stepping stone to true eternity and immortality."

"With this blessing of fate, you will be popular no matter where you are."

The boy's voice, like the devil's bewitching whisper, drifted in Gray's ears.

"So, little Grey..."