I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

From the very beginning, this was a lie woven by Gray and Xiao Ai...

It is a false dream built on illusions.

Since it is a dream, there will be a day when it will be shattered.

And now, the dream is over.

……

"The world is fake, but love is real."

Amys's words seemed to still echo in Rast's ears.

He relaxed his body and mind, allowing himself to sink into the endless night.

Consciousness is like a flickering bubble, rising and falling in the ocean of nothingness.

Until one moment, the bubble bursts.

The perception of his five senses gradually revived, and when he opened his eyes, what came into view was an infinitely tall spire dome.

This is a tall tower, not the watchtower that was destroyed by the out-of-control and rampaging angel of judgment, but the Mystery Tower.

In other words, I have finally escaped from the night world and returned to the real world?

Although in reality, the time that Last spent in this night world was only a few days...

But knowing so many secrets all of a sudden and solving so many mysteries about his own life experience made Rast feel as if he were in another world.

As soon as this thought arose.

The next moment, Rast felt something wet in the palm of his hand.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw a furry ferret squatting beside him, licking the palm of his hand with its tongue.

There was a hint of worry in those ruby-like animal eyes, which were extremely anthropomorphic.

It was not until he saw Rast wake up that the worry in his animal eyes disappeared and turned into a barely perceptible surprise.

"Dean Yin... Honestly, your behavior is becoming more and more like a dog. Could it be a regression to your ancestral state?"

Luster pulled his hand back and sat up.

"You and I left the night world together, but I've been awake for ages, but you haven't woken up at all."

"I was worried that you'd be snatched away by another angel when you left the Night World, so I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

"Isn't that how it's played out in those novels and animations? The unconscious hero is licked awake by his own pet..."

"Dean Yin, you just said the word 'pet beast', right?"

"You damn thing! Memory Forgetting Fist! Forget it, forget it all!"

Last raised his hand at the right time to block Dean Yin, whose fur stood on end and who was gasping for breath, from rushing towards him and grabbing him madly.

Then he turned his wrist and grabbed the back of the little ferret's neck, and no matter how Dean Yin flapped in the air, he couldn't touch him.

"Never mind, anyway..."

"Anyway, you finally returned safely, intact. This is much better than the worst-case scenario I expected."

After waving his arms and legs in the air for a while, Dean Yin calmed down again and jumped lightly onto Last's shoulder.

"If you get yourself bruised and battered again like you did a few times before, or even end up unconscious and in the school hospital, I'll really be worried about Tina, Xia, and the others..."

Dean Yin shook his furry tail in fear: "If your old friends knew about this——"

"I followed you into the Echoes of History this time, and yet I allowed you to be so badly injured. They'll probably have to skin me and make a mink coat out of me."

"It's only at times like this, Dean Gin, that you remember you're a ferret... just like that talking white dog in a certain anime that only remembers it's a dog when its owner falls into a pool."

"Little Rust, when did you become so talkative and fond of complaining?"

Dean Yin squatted on Last's shoulder, looking at the boy under him suspiciously.

Even Dean Yin had to admit that compared to when he and Diao first met on the high-speed train to Fanxing University, the black-haired boy in front of him had really become quite different.

It couldn't help but narrow its eyes: "So all this is thanks to Xiao Ai?"

"Wait... you clearly returned to the mortal world at the same time as me, but you've been sleeping for ages. Could this be related to that?"

Dean Yin spoke tentatively.

"Could it be the 'Canaan' you mentioned to Xiao Ai earlier?"

Although they experienced the remnants of history together with Last, Gray and Amys did not deliberately hide anything from Dean Yin when talking to Last.

But many things, especially those related to Canaan... after all, are a tacit understanding unique to the three Canaan parties: Gray, Amys and Last.

For Dean Yin, he only heard some fragmented words, but was unable to infer the complete picture of the incident from them.

"BINGO, the answer is correct, but there is no prize."

Last threw Dean Silver back onto his shoulder, stretched his body which was numb from long sleep, and then walked towards the exit of the Mystery Tower.

……

"Goodbye, Professor Barbarossa."

Rast shouted into the depths of the empty Arcanum Tower.

"I probably won't be attempting to enter the Reverberations of History again anytime soon, but I will remember to visit you often and will not forget to prepare the fine wine you like, Professor."

"Haha, then I'll wait for you to bring all kinds of good wine, and then we can have a drink together."

A bold voice came from the depths of the Mystery Tower.

After receiving a response from Professor Barbarossa, the tower keeper, Last did not hesitate any longer, but stepped out of the Arcane Tower and embarked on his journey back to Star University.

"Wait, your steps are so decisive and without a trace of hesitation..."

"You said you don't plan to enter the Echoes of History in the near future. So what are you going to do next?"

Dean Yin squatted on Last's shoulder and spoke with some confusion.

In its impression, it seems that ever since it met Last, completing the Night World and the Echoes of History has been this guy's only goal.

From morning to night, he is either conquering the night world or on the way to conquer the night world.

And now Last actually said that he was not going to enter the Reverberations of History in the short term, which really made Dean Yin a little uncomfortable.

"Of course, it's to make the final accumulation and preparation for advancement to the Legendary rank."

Luster answered directly.

He had never forgotten the last words Xiao Ai left for him before the dream called "Canaan" was shattered.

Apart from the historical echoes of Amis's angelic entity, which had sealed itself and fallen into a dormant state... the exact spatial coordinates.

In addition, there is information that is extremely dangerous within the deepest historical echoes that Xiao Ai sealed herself away.

Although the "Night World" itself was opened up because of Gray's last wish.

However, the root of the long-term existence of the "Night World" is the "Eternal Night Stele" left behind by the nameless "Fool" in the Age of Gods, which has long been regarded as the ultimate foundation by the gravekeepers.

It is the tomb of an era, the tombstone of civilization, and the true origin of the name "gravekeeper".

From the Age of Gods to the present day, everything that each era has experienced—germination, development, prosperity, peak and decline, and old age—every stage of human civilization in each era, every period of history, every period of time... will all be recorded by the gravekeepers of that time using the "Eternal Night Stele".

And those fragments, afterimages and traces of history are all engraved on the stone tablet.

"Brother Rast, that sounds amazing, right?"

"Current high-tech storage technology is capable of storing the data of a large library in a single grain of rice. However, such quantum memory will fail in less than a hundred years due to the decay of its internal structure."

"Those outdated portable hard drives are more reliable. If they are of good quality, they can store data for hundreds of years without losing their validity. Printed materials using special paper and ink are even more reliable, perhaps lasting tens of thousands of years."

"But ten thousand years is the limit of these conventional storage methods... The magnetic disk heads will eventually rust, and paper will eventually weather."

"If we want to reliably preserve complex data and stored information for hundreds of thousands or millions of years... spanning not just one era, but from the Age of Gods all the way to the present day, then there are only two methods—"

"One method is to pass knowledge from one generation to the next through word of mouth... As long as human heritage is not broken, the knowledge accumulated from generation to generation will not disappear, but will continue to be passed down from generation to generation."

"The second method is to do what prehistoric people did—carve words on stone."

"Words engraved on stone have a chance of being preserved even after millions or tens of millions of years."

"This is the viewpoint put forward by that nameless fool from the Age of Gods."

"The 'Library of Fools' and the 'Monument of Eternal Night' are the attempts made by that nameless fool on these two different paths. They are also his final gifts to future generations of mankind."

"Now, the 'Library of Fools' and the 'Monument of Eternal Night' have become symbols of the shore guardians and grave keepers, respectively."

"The Library of Fools has been passed down through the generations, its flame undying... while the Stele of Eternal Night silently engraves the passage of time upon its stone."

This is what was said in the recording that Grey left for Luster in the Watchtower.

The night world that Grey later opened up had its origins in the "Eternal Night Stele". It was precisely because the Eternal Night Stele was engraved with the past years that the night world was able to produce those vivid and lifelike historical echoes.

After the night world is opened up, driven by the "Eternal Night Stele", it will continue to evolve naturally and establish new rules and order.

Even Gray herself, the pioneer, could no longer interfere too much with the night world.

Not to mention that as the price of making such a great wish, Gray herself has already fallen from the status of an angel and is wandering in the deepest part of the starry sea.

It is precisely because of this that Last was trapped in the cycle of despair in Deep Blue Harbor. That was not Gray's intention... but the result of the Night World's self-development and evolution under the drive of the Eternal Night Stele.

As time went by, the remnant of history that Amys sealed herself away had already been turned upside down and was full of dangers.

Since Amys said, "I have to wait until I break through to become a legend before trying again"...

Then Rast believed that Xiao Ai would never lie to him.

Before he became a legend, he would never make a rash attempt and waste the opportunity to awaken Xiao Ai.

But on the other hand, before retrieving Xiao Ai from the echoes of history—

Becoming a legend became Rast's only goal.

……

After returning to Star University, Last resumed his life between the meditation room in the dormitory and the Ashes Courtyard of Star University.

Just as he had experienced countless times in the past.

However, no matter how Rast meditated or how he trained himself... he could always feel that his status was still firmly trapped at the top of the sixth level.

No matter how much you accumulate, you are only taking one step further to the peak of the peak.

But he was never able to reach the realm called legend, break through the last layer of window paper, and complete the ultimate transformation.

This is the first time since becoming a transcendent that Rast has been stuck at a certain level for such a long time.

"Well, a genius like you... finally understands what it's like for those mediocre people to be blocked at a critical juncture and unable to move forward, right?"

On the way back to the dormitory from the Ash Courtyard, Dean Silver looked at Rast who was lost in thought and couldn't help shaking his big furry tail.

"But this is only natural."

"This is the threshold to becoming a legend... the transition from human to inhuman, the leap to the divine realm."

"Throughout history, the barrier between the peak of the sixth rank and the legendary level has blocked countless exceptionally talented individuals... Even someone like Little Gray, who later became an angel, spent several years reaching the legendary level—"

"To some extent, advancing from Legend to Angel is actually not as difficult as breaking through from Level 6 to Legend."

"Today I can tell you that although there are no legends walking around in the Western Continent."

"But in reality, within each major country, whether it's the Granville Empire we're in, or the Theocracy and the Holy Kingdom, there are actually legendary-level combat forces."

"If it weren't for this, the major powers would have already gone to war, and the superficial balance wouldn't have been maintained."

"Even so, even with the most optimistic estimate, there are no more than two palms of Legends on the entire continent. The actual number is likely even lower."

Dean Silver gently stroked Rust's neck with his big furry tail.

"If you just blindly practice like you are now, using role-playing to train yourself... you will never be able to reach the Legendary level."

"You need an opportunity, an opportunity that aligns with the true meaning of your own sequence... to forge your own legendary path."

"I understand, Dean Yin."

Last walked along the path among the maple trees on campus.

He held out his hand casually.

The next moment, a Rubik's Cube made up of countless liquid metal particles appeared in his palm.

Although it is a metal creation, this mechanical core seems to have life. The liquid immortal metal changes into various forms according to Last's will.