Abnormal crossing

Chapter 189 The Truth (Part 5)

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The large, luminous sphere bearing the royal mark of the Bosca Kingdom was drawing ever closer.

Qiao Kewen couldn't help but glance at Milo and Jin out of the corner of his eye.

I only see this moment.

The two people in charge of the Fluttering Fluttering were standing still, not stopping Samantha's idea at all.

Milo's expression was relatively serious, indicating that he was on high alert and might act at any moment should something unexpected happen.

But Jin's expression was a little subtle.

She stood with her arms crossed, seemingly lost in thought, yet also appearing to be watching a show.
To play with?

Qiao Kewen was instantly filled with confusion: "??????"

To know.

Although Qiao Kewen received some instructions from Jin before the banquet began, the information he received was incomplete because Jin herself was unsure about some things at the time.

For example, he had no idea what that big ball of light was.

On the other hand, this shouldn't have made Jin think of anything interesting—what's so interesting about this?
Surely the purple mark won't suddenly explode like that meme king in Starry Sea called the Convertible Emperor, right?
Then Qiao Kewen shook his head, bringing his mind back to reality, and turned his gaze back to the high platform.

I only see this moment.

The large sphere of light was now less than half a meter away from the mark, and for some unknown reason, the mark's "breathing" rhythm began to become erratic.
The purple light flickered, its frequency no longer fixed, like the intermittent display of a phone screen plugged into an unstable charger.
A few more seconds passed.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the surface of the mark.

These ripples were initially very subtle, but as the sphere of light continued to approach, the ripples became more and more intense, eventually churning like boiling liquid, as if space itself was being silently torn apart and then healed.

Samantha, who was on the high platform, also staggered a couple of steps, her feet slightly unsteady.

Seeing this, Melendorth quickly supported her from behind, while simultaneously growling at Valerius, "Valerius, what's going on?!"

Valerius, the director of the Institute of Royal Power, looked at the large sphere of light with some apprehension. Just as he was about to explain, Samantha spoke up first: "Don't worry, Myron. It should just be a normal energy resonance reaction. Perhaps it's the mark's own defense mechanism repelling external interference, but it's still within a controllable range—after all, none of us have actually experienced the 'ritual' firsthand."

After speaking, she took a deep breath, steadied herself, and subtly adjusted the trajectory of the guiding light sphere with her fingertips.

really.

The vibrations of the large sphere of light and the mark lasted only a brief moment before the invisible resistance disappeared.

Samantha breathed a sigh of relief and continued with her original actions.

The sphere of light and the mark drew ever closer under Samantha's control, until finally...
hum-

A deep tremor, almost beyond human hearing, resounded at the contact surface, and the ground shook once again—dust from the dome fell like dandruff from a scalp with seborrheic dermatitis, and the lights that were frozen in mid-air were instantly crushed into a two-dimensional form by some invisible force.

at the same time.

The surface of the mark began to distort, and the originally clear lines softened and flowed like wax being baked by high temperature, while the light sphere began to slowly but irresistibly sink into it.

With each addition, the purple hue of the mark deepens.

Once the two have been completely and successfully integrated.

The mark had gradually changed from its initial eerie pale purple to a pitch-black color, much like the unlucky reader Gu Wei was before his transmigration. This happened in a very short few seconds.

Joe Cowen even thought he had seen a miniature black hole.

And next to Joe Cowen.

Upon seeing the large black sphere, Jin's face showed a mixture of realization and surprise for the first time, as if she had discovered some major secret.

But soon.

Then Jin thought of something, and her eyes suddenly turned much colder—not at the big black ball, but at Myron Dort and Samantha.

However, Samantha on the high platform obviously had no energy to observe Jin's changes. Seeing that the mark and the large light sphere had merged completely, Samantha finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She gripped her cane tightly, using it as a point of support to barely maintain her balance: "Huff..."

After a while.

Samantha, having finished her meditation, raised her head again, looking at the large black sphere before her. An uncontrollable ecstasy appeared on her aged face: "Myron, the black Source Entity! We succeeded!"

Myron Dort beside her also took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with an almost fanatical light: "The legends are true after all. Boska really is connected to that forbidden realm."

He instinctively reached out to touch the large black sphere, but stopped abruptly just before making contact, as if afraid of disturbing some unknown force.

Valerius, standing to the side, was equally excited; even his wide cloak could not conceal the extent of his trembling.

No one noticed that Jin's eyes below the stage had turned extremely cold.

Then Samantha swallowed hard, her eyes burning with greed that seemed to devour the entire space: "If we just accumulate this wealth, we can become truly superior beings, with endless riches and glory, and at least three hundred years of lifespan."

"Three hundred years?" Upon hearing Samantha's words, Myron Dort shook his head and said with a smile, "Samantha, your ambition is a bit too short-sighted—three hundred years is not enough! It should be at least five hundred years!"

Samantha was slightly taken aback, but then burst into laughter: "That's right, five hundred years, at least five hundred years!"

Samantha and Mellen Dott did not lower their voices during their conversation, and everyone in the audience could hear them clearly.

Unlike Sheena and Cohen, who were from Mold, Jokowen frowned deeply the moment Myron Dort uttered the word "five hundred years".

To know.

Apart from some long-lived races.

The average lifespan of citizens in Xinghai is around 180 years, with some royal families and tycoons exceeding 400 years. It is not uncommon for lifespans to be extended to 500 years at a high cost.

But after five hundred.
That presents a different kind of technical challenge.

There are indeed individuals in the Star Sea whose lifespan exceeds five hundred years, and the total number is quite large considering the Star Sea's population. However, none of them are among the very elite of the elite.

For example, a royal descendant of the seventh tier, a Saint-level mecha pilot who has been famous for many years and has both income and connections, or a tycoon who controls an intergalactic empire, etc.

Not to mention that Samantha and Mellen Dort are both over 100 years old. Extending their lifespan by 500 years is actually equivalent to having a lifespan of 600 years, which involves a higher level of technology than simply living for 500 years.

This is only one of the conditions they put forward.
If these two elderly people didn't suddenly go crazy and post random memos like some MCN (Multi-Channel Network), then it can only mean one thing.
This dark sphere is probably worth far more than it can be estimated.

And just as Joe Cowen's brain was racing.

A cold sigh suddenly sounded beside him:
"So, this is your excuse for wantonly toying with the lives of billions?"

Note:
Finally, some good news! The Organization Department notified us to submit a new copy of my grandparents' documents, as they should be receiving the 80th Anniversary Anti-Japanese War Medal. I'll try to unpack it and film a video when it's awarded. (I've already posted videos of the 70th Anniversary Anti-Japanese War Medal and the 70th Anniversary National Founding Medal on Bilibili.)
(End of this chapter)