Night World Players

Chapter 12 At least for now, we live in this world

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The yellow bullet fell from mid-air and was caught by Last.

Hiltina stared at Last for a long time, while he played with the bullets and gave her a clear and innocent look.

Xiltina thought it was another of Rast's evil jokes. After all, it was not the time to eat or sleep, and this blood-stained manor was not a suitable restaurant or inn.

Until she saw the boy leave the secret room and really start picking ingredients in the kitchen of the manor.

"I don't know if you guys can achieve the state of not needing to eat after reaching a certain level in your chariots... but because of the reset, my current physical condition is no different from that of an ordinary person."

"We haven't eaten since last night. I don't know if you're hungry, but I am. Besides, releasing the Lantern Bearer's power twice before also consumed a lot of my mental energy. Only a full sleep can restore it."

Rast found some cold rice, half a matsutake mushroom, milk and eggs in the kitchen.

He cracked the eggs and picked out a bad one: "You can indeed overcome many things by relying on willpower, but the human body has its limits after all."

"Using Night Blade will also consume your mental strength. Whether you admit it or not, you are definitely not in the best condition right now."

"What we are going to face next is not the same kind of cultists."

"If you go there in your current state..."

"He's going to die."

Rast's voice sounded more like an assertion than a persuasion.

"Five hours."

"Thanks to your participation, we saved five hours in the manor compared to the previous cycle."

"During these five hours, eat and drink enough. Even if you can't sleep, just close your eyes and rest. It doesn't matter... adjust everything about yourself, your mental and physical state, to the best."

"Only in this way can we be qualified to fight for that unique chance of victory."

Hiltina let out a long sigh and found a sofa to sit down.

What Last said was not wrong. She was indeed not in the best condition at the moment. Whether it was the long-stage "Chariot" sequence or the Night Blade, while providing combat power, it would also consume a lot of physical and mental strength as a price.

"You have a good eloquence."

"Thank you for the compliment. It's something I've practiced. Sometimes I'll play the role of a poor but idealistic speaker at the gate of the House of Representatives. This is the quickest way to get to know that congresswoman."

In the kitchen, Rast cracked the raw eggs into a bowl, added some salt and chopped green onions, and beat them with a spoon.

He also found carrots, ham slices and mushrooms in the cupboard, rinsed them with clean water and cut them into dices for later use.

Based on what Hiltina knew about Last, she thought he would be able to display dazzling cooking skills like he did with cocktails before. She would not be surprised even if his cooking skills were comparable to those of a real royal chef.

But the prepared dishes presented in front of Hiltina at this moment could only be described as simple and homely.

"Actually, I haven't studied cooking. Appetite is the easiest desire to satisfy, and it's also the first thing that makes me feel sick." Luster rolled up his sleeves and lit the stove: "I only know how to make fried rice with egg. Xiao Ai taught me how to make it."

"I didn't want to learn it at first, but Xiao Ai said that boys must learn to cook for themselves when they are out alone, otherwise they will starve. In the end, she forced me to write down every step."

Xiltina's eyes moved slightly. This was the first time that Rast took the initiative to mention an outsider in front of her, a name called Xiao Ai.

Who is this? A projection of a native in Deep Blue Harbor? But when he talked about the lead dancer or the congresswoman before, Luster had never expressed his current attitude.

Or was it someone Last knew earlier, before he entered the night world and was trapped in the historical echoes of Deep Blue Harbor?

But since Rast didn't elaborate, Hiltina didn't ask.

In less than twenty minutes, the fried rice was served in front of her on two trays.

Look at the steaming fried rice in front of you with distinct grains.

Hiltina glanced at the compressed energy bar in her hand, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to say "Thank you, but I prepared my own food."

She sighed, "I didn't expect you would still be in the mood to cook in this situation."

"What will we eat if we don't cook? Did you bring your own compressed biscuits?" Last sat down across the dining table and served each of them a cup of hot milk.

“Although the nutritional value may be similar, the dining experience and the spiritual value they provide are worlds apart.”

Last said: "In Deep Blue Harbor, maintaining a complete and full mental state is far more important than the energy provided by food."

"It seems that you don't seem to be eager to leave Deep Blue Harbor?" Hiltina asked. "If it were me, I would probably just want to get through this night world as soon as possible and not stay there for even a second longer."

"No, I am eager, more eager than you can imagine."

Luster put a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth: "In the beginning of the cycle, I was also like you said, looking for a way out in an extremely anxious manner."

"Then with continuous failures, from hope to despair, until becoming hysterical, giving up on oneself, and even developing a tendency towards self-destruction..."

"During that time, I jumped from tall buildings again and again, or jumped into the furnace of the steel plant again and again, feeling my body gradually being burned to ashes by the boiling molten iron."

"Until someone said something to me that stopped me."

"What?" Hiltina asked subconsciously.

"If I continue to self-destruct like this, even if I ever end Deep Blue Harbor's cycle of despair, I will never be able to live a normal life in human society."

Luster smiled slightly.

"After that, I began to try to integrate into this small port city as a resident of this city. Even though this simple life lasted less than a day, it had its advantages. It allowed me to experience the lives of different people in different ways."

"After trying this for a while, I finally felt like I was alive again... and no longer a wandering ghost trapped in Deep Blue Harbor, unable to escape."

He looked at the slightly pale sky outside the window.

“No matter what happens in the outside world, this small port city will have a different ending.”

"But at least at this moment, we are living in Deep Blue Harbor."

“Live in this world.”

(End of this chapter)