The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

Perlis looked down at the statue with an indifferent expression. On the ancient base whose material could not be identified, a series of crimson inscriptions appeared.

That is the name of God:

"Oh, King of the Ivory Tower, the First and the Last of All Things."

"You are the pen that shapes destiny, and the poet who composes a long song."

"When the stars dim, your faithful servants will chant your name, may your will once again be done in the land of Earth."

The inscriptions engraved in the ancient divine language released strong pheromones, tearing apart Perlis's spirit.

She began to panic. Some kind of manic instinct was overflowing and could tear her apart at any time.

With the last bit of her willpower, Perlis lowered her gaze to look at the king's real name.

When her eyes fell on the beautiful handwriting, her mind went blank instantly -

"Ikan Geller."

...END...

Sing for the Higheaven

Inside the pure white tower, a figure in a white cloak stood still under the endless dome, his posture light yet solemn.

The invisible river runs from His side to the starry sky, bypassing His figure. He is the only being in the universe that is absolutely still.

Under the gaze of the angels, He stretched out a hand to the side, grasped the string of fate, and twisted his wrist—

"Buzzing—"

His movements were foolish and rough, but the string exploded with a burst of perfect notes, which passed through the illusory river and echoed inside the ivory tower.

The king's movements suddenly quickened. He walked in the air as if walking on flat ground, and from time to time he played music in the flow - sometimes playing gently like a lady, sometimes tearing violently like a beast, or sometimes punching the river like a precise boxer.

Each of His movements would stir up a wave of sound, and the angels in the ivory tower would dance around these waves, recording the different notes with pen and paper, and compiling this long song into a scroll.

[The King in the Ivory Tower] is weaving his destiny.

He played the strings of fate in an irregular way, yet there was order in the chaos. The notes were sometimes sad, sometimes happy, and sometimes meaningless.

The notes are intertwined and gathered together, and then flow together to the dome of the ivory tower, laying out a picture of destiny between the starry sky.

He plays in the flow of destiny.

Among the few Hafurgard who have had conversations with this god at the center of the universe, some have revealed to the outside world that He is a rational god, with gentle and elegant speech and generous and decent manners. But if someone truly witnesses His true form in the ivory tower, they will realize that all of this is just an appearance.

——The essence of the universe is chaos, which remains unchanged from time immemorial.

Order is only a brief stable state in the gaps of chaos. The flow will eventually accelerate, and the gravity of fate binds everything.

Colors that cannot be described in words splashed everywhere as this magnificent and chaotic long song was woven together. Only angels could witness such brilliant starlight. Even Hafrigard, who was at the [Star Flame] level, would have his body collapsed and his soul shattered when faced with such chaos, simply because his fate was too heavy.

"..."

Perlis stood in front of a mirror, staring blankly at the scene behind it.

Once, she had seen the king's conversation from the perspectives of Halilali and Hassanka. Whenever she thought of the gentle look on the god's face when he took her out of the sea of ​​flowers when she was a child, she would feel a sense of peace in her heart.

After all, the universe's box garden is so chaotic and Hafgard's fate is so cruel, but at least they have a home like a sea of ​​flowers and a noble god.

But now, after seeing the scene of the frantic music being composed, Perlis felt breathless.

She watched the god's rough, random movements—was that the nature of fate?

Is the fate of everyone decided so arbitrarily and then poured out into the sea of ​​stars?

The stars light up and the stars go out, just depending on His action?

Did He shape the chaotic destiny, or was destiny inherently chaotic and He was merely its expresser?

"..."

Perlis couldn't imagine that Ikan Geller and the God of Chaos in front of her were the same being. She had never liked the poet, especially because he always spoke in a riddle-like tone, fearing that Perlis could understand everything.

But no matter what, the poet is still a friend in Perlis's heart. He has helped Perlis more than once and even saved her name.

But now, Perlis learned that all this was the poet's conspiracy.

Ikan Gellert is the "King in the Ivory Tower". It was he who planned to send Perlis to the Dust Star, and it was he who planned to guide her to become "Star Flame". He even wrote the "Wilkin Fairy Tale Poetry Anthology".

He spent a hundred years recording the history of a dusty planet. For whom?

Perlis recalled the nights she spent at her desk. The nights were always cold. She stared out the window bored. On the title page of the book next to her was written the poem that had been popular since she was a child:

"We grew up within the range of the Tower of Babel."

A seed was planted in her subconscious mind as a result of what she saw and heard. Even during the period of "Blade of Babel" when fighting for the Federation, Perlis always had an inexplicable sense of alienation from the towering tower.

No wonder no one knows the name of the author of that anthology of poems...How can mortals know the name of God?

All along, only Perlis knew about it.

Was all this planned? Her life, her experiences, the people she met, and even her fate.

Perlis suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, as if an invisible hand was strangling her throat.

She coughed twice and tried to step away from the mirror, trying to escape.

But at this moment, the [King in the Ivory Tower] suddenly turned his head.

Sharp gazes pierced through the mirror, and Perlis saw his eyes under the pure white hood - his face was no longer unclear, starlight flowed in his blood-red eyes, and long pure white hair flowed out from the hood, handsome and enchanting.

[The King in the Ivory Tower] and Perlis looked at each other.

That blind and foolish gaze fell into Perlis's pupils, but Perlis did not feel suppressed at all as she did when she looked into the eyes of Imhotaros. Instead, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

At this moment, Perlis felt pure white fireworks burning in her heart, almost bursting out of her eyes, but this feeling was not as painful as before, but very natural.

Something settled heavily in Perlis's heart, something that had always existed but had not been confirmed.

Before Perlis could come to her senses, the god waved his hand, and the angels in the ivory tower scattered, clearing the entire place for him.

[The King in the Ivory Tower] slowly landed on the ground. He took off his hood, and his pure white hair flowed out like a waterfall, covering most of the floor in an instant, and spread out like branches of a long river.

The god no longer looked in Perlis' direction. His eyes changed from stupid to clear, more like the Ikan Gellert that Perlis knew.

He took out a small notebook from his robe, flipped through it, then pulled out a quill from thin air and wrote something on it.

Suddenly, Perlis saw a lot of scenes.

She saw white towers twinkling under the stars; she saw a city where it was always raining; she saw a train breaking through a snowstorm on an ice field; she saw clusters of giant shadows cutting through the cantilevers of nebulae; she saw white towers under the stars.

But all this was just a fleeting scene. When Perlis came to her senses, she found herself looking down at Ikan Geller's notebook from behind him, watching the feather pen writing on the paper.

It was no longer a written destiny, nor was it something grand, profound, and chaotic. It was just a simple sentence:

"The little white flower takes root in the soil outside the greenhouse. She can decide her own destiny."

...END...

4) Endless rain

Ashley was walking in the corridor with a cup of coffee. When she passed a row of windows, the neon light fell on her cheeks, which made her stop and look sideways.

It is raining outside the window, and the neon lights make the raindrops on the window surface colorful, like flowing gems.

The drizzle hit the windows of the college building, one after another, but it couldn't drift into the room.

Looking out the window, Ashley saw people marching and demonstrating even at night. They had put on raincoats and were still holding up signs opposing the college.

Directly in front of them, federal soldiers were still guarding the entrance to the college building, and anti-riot electric batons were flashing blue arcs in the rainy night.

These people really don't know how to retreat when faced with difficulties... Even if they stay here, what can they change?

Ashley wanted to leave, but she suddenly felt very cold, so she stood by the window and drank her coffee.

She prefers bitter coffee for no particular reason other than that consuming too much sugar is not good for your health.

Although Ashley is not young anymore, it is impossible for a lady to casually ignore the issue of body management.

Bitterness spread along the tip of her tongue, and Ashley frowned. She suddenly wanted to go back and add a few pieces of sugar, but when she thought of the suffocating atmosphere in the basement, she stopped the idea.

In fact, Ashley used to like adding sugar to her coffee. At that time, she was a poor child on the border of Lavis. After local facilities were gradually connected to the Internet, she taught herself hacking skills from a picked up booklet and began to use these skills to make profits for herself.

As her business grew, she moved from the forest to the city, and from the city to the downtown.

When she was a child, Ashley was always looked down upon when she entered the city from the forest. Even in the cheapest commercial complexes, security guards would stop her at the door.

Once, she found a half-empty cup of coffee on top of a trash can at the entrance of a coffee shop. The bitter industrial saccharin immediately conquered her taste buds. She was still savoring the wonderful taste until she swallowed the last drop of liquid at the bottom of the cup.

She was seven years old that year and vowed that she would live a life of drinking sweet coffee every day.

Later, her whereabouts were exposed and federal soldiers kicked open her apartment in the city center late at night. Ashley still remembers the black muzzle of the gun and the playful expression on the face of the man in the knitted hat.

Alex Udean, instead of capturing Ashley, protected her and brought her into his team as a cheap, replaceable cyber hacker.

As for how she rose to prominence with her talent and continued her studies at a federal state university, that is a story for later.

Looking out the window at the rainy night, Ashley wanted to find the man - ever since Alex was seriously injured by the kingdom guard Ryan Terras and participated in the Blackwater Soldier Project, he rarely met Ashley.

After searching for a long time, Ashley still didn't see the man and could only sigh softly.

According to the arrangement, Alex should be responsible for security work near the college building or the military headquarters.

In this extraordinary period, the Blackwater soldiers, as one of the very few high-combat units, naturally could not be let go by Roger McArthur.

How long had it been since Alex had slept?

As Ashley was thinking this, she had finished her coffee without realizing it.

She sighed lightly and turned back, ready to return to the combat center against the Ice Storm.

What she didn't notice was that the moment she turned around, a blue light flew out from the terminal in her waist pocket and floated to the corner of the corridor.

"..."

In the shadows of the corridor, a pair of eyes witnessed all this, remaining silent.

She pulled her hood down a little, ran down the corridor, and came to the garbage disposal station on the first floor.

The girl gently turned her wrist, a blue light flew out, and opened the drainage pipe outlet of the garbage disposal station.

She leaped forward and went in smoothly.

About half an hour later, on a street two blocks away from the college building, two figures wearing newsboy caps lifted a manhole cover together. At the same time, a figure climbed out of the sewer.

She took off her raincoat and threw it to her companion, then took the new raincoat handed to her by her companion and put it on quickly.

"The message has been delivered." She high-fived the two newsboys, and the three of them dispersed and headed towards their own residences.

Another half an hour later, after several twists and turns, the girl opened the door of the apartment.

"I'm back."

Jessica took off her hood, turned on the lights in the apartment, and looked at the two photos placed at the other end of the apartment with a smile.

Kemp and Enrica.

Jessica maintained her smile as she poured two glasses of water from the water dispenser and placed them on the small table under the photo.

Then she sat down at the computer desk by the window and snapped her fingers lightly.

The small blue light flew out again, importing the data into Jessica's computer. After a few minutes, the audio file began to play:

"... [Ice Storm] is breaching containment... The new restriction protocol will take another two hours to go online... But it won't last long..."

"...Announce to all staff that the building has entered power saving mode, intensify efforts to repair the damaged circuits, and do not make this matter public..."

"...See? This is the legacy left by that monster Carly Fellowes. She wants to destroy the entire federation's network and circuits. Lord Laplace's agreement is no longer effective. We..."

Listening to the archived files stolen from the woman named Ashley, Jessica's lips curled up into a smile.

It was quite pleasant to hear these college lackeys in such a state of disgrace.

It seems that [Ice Storm] is some kind of ghost wandering in the electronic network? It seems to have the power to destroy the entire federal circuit. How powerful is it?

If it was something else, Jessica might have needed to examine its reliability, but when Carly Fellowes's name appeared, she could confirm that it was true.

The [Eye of the Federation] is a shadow hanging over all of them.

The information provided by the Dila people is correct... [Ice Storm], this may be the key to breaking the deadlock later.

At this moment, the battle on Aston Plains is becoming increasingly intense, and there is less and less information coming back from the front line, which means that the World Alliance is making progress in its victory.