I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 218, Sections 1.15 and 16: Royal Wars
"I can't find it anywhere..." Ke Ya sighed softly as she looked at the storage box that she had rummaged through.

A deafening roar of thunder echoed across the entire sky.

She slowly stood up, opened the door, and stood in the corridor, looking up at the dim sky.

Soon after, raindrops began to fall heavily, making the already somewhat unreal environment even more blurry.

The tea party a few days ago was filled with everyone's own thoughts, and even after Mu Yegui left, the atmosphere still had a distinct sense of unease.

Fish ignored Jean, who kept pressing him for answers. This was understandable, given that Jean had revealed her deep admiration for Fish, while Fish harbored considerable malice towards the entire royal family.

However, Tang Xiuna remained silent, only responding when asked questions, otherwise seemingly lost in his own memories.

Even the oblivious Moya could sense his subtle sadness.

She had a vague feeling that this person might have been a player in the past.

If you think about it that way, wouldn't that mean players still have a chance to revive after they die?
Stop!

You can't think like that. After all, who knows if that conjecture is true? What if he really died and couldn't be resurrected? Wouldn't that be terrible?
Koya sighed softly and said, "Let's go back first. Let's stop here for today."

The only thing I got was probably that piece of parchment.

She looked down at the fragment of parchment, which had only strange lines on it, but none of them were pieced together.

"It probably means that we need to find other fragments to piece it together completely..." Koya's expression was a little conflicted. She didn't expect that after searching for so long, she would only find this one. She felt very hopeless.

Koya casually flipped through the fragments and was slightly taken aback. It seemed that the two sides were not quite the same. Although there were patterns on both sides, their positions were different. Was it just her imagination?
I really wanted to shine in the sun, but it's a gloomy, rainy day with thunder, so I had to give up on that idea for now.

Walking down the quiet corridor, listening to the 'pitter-patter' of the downpour, I felt my mood getting worse and worse.

Suddenly, she paused slightly.

From where she stands now, she can see the courtyard she visited a few days ago, and there is a lonely person sitting in the pavilion.

All that could be seen was that the person had dark, slightly long, choppy hair and was wearing a dark noble robe; the style of clothing seemed to be that of Tang Xiuna.

Koya opened her mouth, and the next second she saw Moya next to her stick out her finger and make a shushing gesture towards her.

She nodded, and stood beside her in silence as well.

“I’ve always felt that the name Tang Shuna is familiar,” Moya finally couldn’t help but say first.

"Hmm?" Koya was slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Moya leaned against the wall, looking down at the ground in front of him, and slowly said, "Now I remember, I really did see this person, I saw this person die in front of me, and at that time Fernana cried so much that she almost committed suicide."

"So, this person really is a player?" Koya frowned slightly, it seemed that her guess was completely correct.

"That was in the past. To be honest, I'm not really oblivious. It's just that sometimes I feel there's no need to delve into things, because if you get emotionally involved in something, the consequences might be even worse than this." She glanced at Koya with her amber eyes, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Are you trying to remind me of something?" Koya knew instantly what Moya wanted to say, and she asked with a light laugh.

"That's your business, and I can't stop you from thinking that way. But as a friend, I still want to give you some advice: sometimes emotions are the culprit that leads you into the abyss." Moya turned his head to look at the figure in the pavilion, his thoughts drifting away.

In the pavilion in the distance, the two tea sets on the table were not used to brew any black tea. He simply remained seated, motionless, like a statue.

A strong wind, accompanied by light raindrops, brushed across his face; the air was damp and carried the fresh scent of earth.

A dark green gemstone earring dangled from her left ear, shimmering faintly with a mysterious light.

Those beautiful, dark purple eyes stared fixedly at the torrential rain, their depths shrouded in darkness and devoid of any color.

My mood was as gloomy and sad as this torrential rain, but a faint smile was on my face.

"Nana... how are you doing now? Do you still remember me? I'm doing well... just without you..." His slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of longing and loneliness as he murmured to himself with a smile, filled with sadness and despair.

She reached out and gently pulled off the purple hairband that was binding her slightly long, wispy hair, letting the dark purple hair be blown about by the strong wind.

The purple hairband was blown up by the strong wind, but fell onto the damp, muddy ground due to the heavy rain, getting dirty.

He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the pavilion, his eyes lifeless and devoid of any light.

“I’ve lost the right to love you anymore… Nana, just forget me completely… From that day on, Tang Shuna was already a dead man. I will have no contact with you, nor will I appear before you. A puppet cannot have its own thoughts…”

His vision gradually blurred, he clutched his chest tightly, bent over slightly, and tears streamed down his face.

She was sobbing silently.

In this torrential rain, the most important color in his world disappeared.

"I want to see you again... I want to tell you 'I love you' again... I want to joke with you, play with you... hold your hand and never let go... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry—"

Tang Xiuna's fingertips turned white as he gripped his clothes. All the emotions he had suppressed since his resurrection finally erupted at this moment.

With a 'crash,' the white daisy teacup in front of me fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He stared blankly at the white daisy teacup that could not be pieced back together, as if he were seeing his own shattered heart.

Even the last vestige of hope has vanished.

A few glistening tears clung to the corners of her eyes, and her dark purple pupils were dull and devoid of any light.

The pale green gemstone earring hanging from her left ear shimmered faintly, becoming the only source of light in the dim environment.

After an unknown amount of time, the light from the emerald green gemstone earring gradually faded.

The cacophony of the downpour subsided, gradually giving way to a gentle yet still dense drizzle.

In the silence, after a long period of silence, he slowly spoke in a hoarse voice, "Yes, my master..."

Like a lifeless puppet that only knows how to obey orders, it no longer has any thoughts of its own.

He slowly stood up and walked into the rain. The rain soaked him completely, but he didn't react at all.

All that remains in the pavilion are the broken, irreparable white daisy teacups, seemingly mocking someone...

(End of this chapter)