I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

When Last pointed the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger, it was not to show off.

This is because this action was the mental suggestion that Last set for himself.

When the trigger was pulled, the self named Last was actually killed in his subconscious mind.

Hiltina remained silent.

Although she had also stepped into the long stage of sequence, that was all acquired in reality through relying on the complete inheritance of extraordinary knowledge and through long-term study and training.

Without relying on any knowledge inheritance, he developed a completely new sequence from scratch alone... This is simply unheard of.

Hiltina had wondered if Rast, like the dancer from the shadow sequence, had tracked her into the night world through some special means, and that the so-called time loop was a rhetoric to deceive her.

But Xiltina subconsciously denied this speculation.

The other person seemed too familiar with this world, unlike her and the dancer, who were outsiders who didn't fit in.

Instead, it feels as if I have really lived in this small port city for a long time.

……

"Compared to these."

"If my guess is correct, when you entered Deep Blue Harbor, you should have also received a request from the Night World, or a mandatory mission, right?"

"After all, the being who created the Night World, whether or not it was the Lord of Silence, must have had a purpose."

Hiltina nodded slightly.

"Yes."

"The Night World mission I accepted this time is to survive in Deep Blue Harbor until 7:00 PM on October 9th."

Hiltina looked up at the wall clock. It was one o'clock in the morning on October 9th.

"Compared to other Night World Reverberations I've experienced, this mission's requirements are extremely simple."

"That means, besides the internecine violence among the Night Travelers, there must be some kind of danger, or disaster, lurking here..."

"Surviving in Deep Blue Harbor until seven o'clock tonight is no easy task."

She chose to enter this hotel to collect intelligence in order to investigate potential dangers.

But I didn't expect that the people this hotel serves are a little different.

Luster glanced at Hiltina. "Isn't there a detailed record of Deep Blue Harbor's history in your world?"

"No."

Hiltina shook her head.

"In modern historical records, there is a gap known as the 'Pale Age' thousands of years ago."

"Before the Pale Age, the history of past civilizations and eras seemed shrouded in a fog, unable to be traced."

"All of our understanding of pre-era history comes from our exploration of the night world."

"All I know is that Deep Blue Harbor was destroyed by a secret divine intervention."

"And a few weeks after the destruction of Deep Blue Harbor, a plague called the Iron Cross, originating from it, swept across most of the continent."

"As for the specific details of the divine advent and the subsequent plague, there are no records in the intelligence circulating from the night world."

She looked at Rast, with a vague guess in her mind: "You mean..."

"It seems that the night world is not very friendly to you, the so-called followers of the Lord of Silence."

Luster shook his head.

"Unfortunately, the divine descent you mentioned occurred at dusk on October 9th."

"That's half past six in the evening, seventeen hours from now."

"That is also the end point of every cycle of my past."

"in other words--"

"If you want to survive in Deep Blue Harbor until 7pm, you will have to face a fully revived ancient evil god."

Hiltina's hazel eyes narrowed slightly.

The night world records countless echoes of the past from different historical periods and eras, spanning a huge period of time.

In the echoes of different night worlds, the forms of civilization, culture and prosperous supernatural systems are different.

However, no matter in any era, any historical era, or any language—

The meaning of the word "God" is the same.

Hiltina did not think that in front of a resurrected ancient evil god, her fate would be any different from that of the projected natives who were annihilated by the aftermath of the god's descent in the Deep Blue Harbor.

She had never imagined that this long-forgotten entrance to the night world, discovered from some ancient ruins...

There is actually such a danger hidden here that is likely to cause one’s death, no, it is a danger that is likely to cause one’s death.

"It seems that we have the same goal, which is also the basis for cooperation."

"The certificate you mentioned allows the holder to become a Night Traveler and freely enter the night world. The woman who just died should have had one."

"Then let's make a deal."

Last stood up again and looked at Hiltina in front of him.

"I will help you complete the mission in the Night World and keep you alive until seven o'clock tonight."

"Then, in exchange."

He paused for a moment and spoke word by word.

"I need you to assist me."

"This endless, hopeless deep blue harbor..."

"Completely cleared."

Chapter 6 We All Have No Choice

"Although it's a deal."

"But if everything you said is true, then I actually had no choice from the beginning, right?"

After a brief silence, Hiltina suddenly smiled.

She knew nothing about what was happening in Deep Blue Harbor.

If she didn't want to be crushed to pieces in the aftermath of the God's descent, then relying on the experience accumulated by the young man in front of her over tens of thousands of cycles would be her only chance.

"Not only me, but you too."

"If we fail this time, then who knows if another night traveler enters this night world's reverberations again, and it will take tens of thousands of cycles, during which time, whether or not something unexpected will happen to the night world."

"We all have no choice."

She pulled something out of her bosom and threw it at Rast.

"Rather than calling it a deal, it's better to say that you and I have long been tied to the same rope."

"Let's work together and struggle to survive."

pat-

Rast reached out and caught what Hiltina threw to him.

This is a necklace. A rose emblem is carved on the gem of the necklace with extremely fine craftsmanship, but the color of the petals is not vermilion, but bronze with a metallic luster.

Compared to when it was worn by the dead masked woman before, a crack suddenly appeared in the center of the metal rose, running through the entire emblem.

Last remembered that Hiltina also had a similar pendant, but the emblem engraved on it was not a rose, but a laurel.

"This is a heraldic attire unique to the secretive organization, the Bronze Rose."

"Although the ceremonial garment is damaged, it still serves as a Night Traveler's credential," said Hiltyna.

Luster picked up the pendant and looked it over.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the other empty side of the bronze rose emblem. Without saying anything, he put the pendant away.

"I'll go make some preparations."

Luster looked up at the time on the clock above his head, then put on the coat hanging at the door and turned to go out.

"Wait for me at the store entrance in an hour."

……

At two o'clock in the morning in Deep Blue Harbor, the lights were gradually going out.

The street in front of the store was also very quiet, completely different from the bustling scene a few hours ago.

Hiltina stood motionless in the cold wind of the autumn night, her slender figure hidden in a waist-length hooded cloak, like a quiet sculpture.

Tick, tick.

She listened to the ticking of the pocket watch hands and calculated the time in her mind.

Until there were fifteen seconds left before the agreed time, a voice sounded in her ears.

"Your own cloak is a nice one. It will fit you better than the one I prepared for you."

Hiltina looked to her side and found that the young man, whose face was also covered by a hooded cloak, had appeared beside her at some point.

Luster casually tossed the other cloak in his hand. "That's right. Since we're night travelers going to different night worlds to carry out missions, we definitely need these essential tools for murder, arson, and robbery."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and waved towards the empty street.

The next moment, a carriage drove from the corner of the street not far away and turned into the street where Rast was.

Then, it stopped right in front of Rast.

"Outer city district, No. 17 Luoning Street."

Rast got on the carriage and skillfully handed two banknotes and a box of cigarettes to the driver in the front seat.

"Hurry up, man."

"My private investigator and I have been keeping an eye on that bitch of mine for two and a half months, and this time we finally caught her in the act."

"Once we catch them in the act, we'll make sure to teach that adulterous couple a lesson."

His voice had also changed. It was no longer as clear as Xiltina remembered it. Instead, it was much deeper, a bit hoarse and rough.

It's like the middle class who really work hard to support their families, but suddenly find themselves with an extra hat on their heads and have to suppress their anger.

"Don't worry, buddy."

The coachman in the front seat took the banknotes and cigarettes, and his eyes, which were originally a little sleepy, suddenly became firm and bright.

"I'm risking my career on this. I won't let that bastard get away."

Snapped--

A loud crack of a whip.

The horse's originally lazy pace suddenly accelerated under the stimulation of pain, and rushed straight into the night.

Feeling the somewhat old carriage beneath her, which was speeding through the city at a speed beyond its theoretical performance, even the wooden boards began to creak, Hiltina couldn't help but glance at Rast beside her.

It was early in the morning, and most horse-drawn carriages would not choose to pick up passengers at this time.

She had just been standing outside the shop for the better part of an hour; this was the only cab passing through the street.

But it happened to be caught up by Rast, exactly.

During the journey, the two of them didn't talk much in the carriage, only Rast chatted with the coachman from time to time.

After all, Hiltina's current identity is a private detective hired by Last to help catch an adulterer, and her voice is obviously inconsistent with the identity of a private detective. Hiltina also cannot fake her voice like Last.

The dark night scene outside the window kept changing.

Soon, the clean and spacious avenue in the city where the two of them were originally located turned into an alley between low-rise houses.

The carriage turned another corner, and the outline of a street vaguely emerged in front.

"Let's get off here."

Last spoke, and the coachman immediately showed an understanding expression and stopped the carriage on the side of the road.