Night World Players

Chapter 124 Do you understand your own weakness, Gray? (Two in one)

"Longing is the emotion that is furthest from understanding..."

The cold words were like a sharp knife, engraved into Gray's mind word by word.

But even so.

At this moment, the disheveled gray-haired girl still held on to one last thought in her heart.

She regarded it as a life-saving thought.

Maybe, Brother Rast was just hypnotized by someone using the ability of the "Shadow" sequence, or he was bewitched by some special supernatural power.

He was brainwashed by a powerful mastermind, had his memory tampered with, his personality modified, and was forcibly injected with new ideas... He became a puppet.

At this moment, everything that Brother Rast did and the cold words he uttered were all manipulated by the mastermind behind the scenes.

This was not his true feeling.

Therefore, what he needed to do was to find a way to awaken Brother Rast's original self.

However, as soon as such a thought arose.

next moment.

As if he saw through Gray's thoughts, the young man at the end of the cliff spoke again.

"People change, Gray."

"A long time is enough to change many things..."

"It's like a young couple in love, when they make their vows to each other, their vows are from the heart."

"But when decades later, people who have entered middle age look back on the vows they made, they will only laugh at the innocence and childishness of the time... They mistakenly took the brief hormonal impulse and momentary emotional excitement as the entire meaning of their lives, and even went to great lengths to live and die for it."

Luster's voice crossed the cliff, penetrated the storm, and every word rang clearly in Gray's ears.

"From the beginning to the end, I was not under mental control, nor was I hypnotized, corrupted, or bewitched by others..."

"Whether it was leaking the plans of the Shore Watchers, killing the Shadow Servant, or killing Helen to seize the Death Star Cup, these were all choices I made based on my own will."

"To this day, I still remember the scene when I first joined the shore watchers, and the joy of celebrating with my teammates after completing those missions."

"I still remember all the memories between us, from Frozen Water Town to the Watchtower... and the justice of the "Shore Watcher" that I once believed in and was willing to sacrifice my life for."

"But that's all in the past."

“Life is the most fragile thing. If you don’t become strong and reach the level of legend… no matter how brilliant your so-called ideals and emotions are, they are nothing but illusions that burst with a single poke, just like Queen Helen who has already passed away.”

“Only by crossing the boundaries of humanity, ascending to the throne of God, and becoming a non-human being, can one be qualified to truly touch eternity and immortality.”

He looked down at the gray-haired girl who was kneeling on the ground not far away, distraught in the wind and rain.

"This is something you will never understand now."

“I have never experienced such a long, maddeningly long life journey.”

"I have never experienced the indescribable loneliness and emptiness of seeing the people close to me grow old and pass away one by one, from a banquet hall full of guests to a devastated and empty ruin..."

"Nor have I ever experienced the despair of my body, mind, and soul being worn away by the passage of time, and even my self gradually collapsing—"

"You are like this——"

"You have neither the ability nor the qualifications to understand what I am thinking, or what the 'eternity' I am pursuing is."

The indifferent words floated in the howling wind and rain.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck from the dark clouds, illuminating the entire sky and shattering the last shred of hope in Gray's heart.

A few seconds later, the sound waves of thunder reached the cliff, causing the entire forest to shake and tremble.

Amid the roar of thunder, Gray gently closed her eyes.

Water droplets slid down her white cheeks, turning into winding gullies. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears... or both.

At this moment, thousands of blurry images and hazy scenes exploded in Gray's mind like fleeting glimpses.

In the imaginary Frozen Water Town, at the mayor's dinner party, I met my brother Rast and sister Hiltina for the first time...

He sneaked into the guest room at night and tried to steal the shore watchman's badge, but was discovered by his brother Last. Facing his ignorant self at that time, he said, "Being a shore watchman is not an honor, but a curse."

The despair he fell into when he finally realized the truth about the entire Frozen Water Town, and the black-haired boy who saved him from the abyss of despair and from the endless cycle...

Nearly ten years have passed since then, and the memory of Frozen Water Town has long become blurred, but Gray still remembers the last scene - Last's broken figure stood in the firelight, and the remains of his body in the black flames glowed with bronze.

There was also the surprise of finally meeting my brother Rast again at the Shore Watchers’ headquarters after ten years.

During the six months of preparations for the "Lost Paradise" project at the Watchtower, we would go out to play in the surrounding towns after daily training, and make plans for a date with Her Majesty the Queen in the paradise. Although there were hardships and bitterness, looking back, every day was sweet...

Pictures flashed by, they were fragments of memories, dreams of the past, carrying with them all the longing and hope of an innocent girl for a better future.

until.

All those illusory lights and shadows, all those images of memories...

All are frozen in the reality of this moment——

Under the pitch-black sky, in the lightning that illuminated the night, there was a mark on the boy's chest that ran through the entire wing emblem of the Shore Guardian.

And that cold look that was cast towards him across the storm.

All the memories are frozen in the lightning.

Then crushed.

It turned into scattered crystal fragments.

Until, it falls into the dust of nothingness.

……

"Brother Luster..."

Gray opened her eyes again.

Her face was illuminated by the sudden thunder, and hot tears rolled down her face.

That once fair and delicate face was now twisted and shattered beyond recognition in the boiling emotions.

"You, a traitor!"

Although the words were clearly roared, the girl had a crying expression on her face, and her hoarse voice sounded like a wail.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

She pulled out her gun suddenly, and the fire from the muzzle briefly illuminated the silent night.

This is Gray's self-defense weapon.

At the beginning, it was because Grey witnessed with her own eyes how majestically Rust used a revolver in Frozen Water Town that she imitated Rust and chose a revolver as her own weapon.

Six brass-colored bullets were fired at extremely small intervals.

Single-action rapid-fire. Not only the weapon, but Gray also imitated Rust's technique.

However, at this moment, the skills that were born out of longing and yearning in the past have turned into a blade that is wielded towards the object of longing.

The trajectory of the bullet pierced through the rain curtain and shot straight towards the young man at the end of the cliff.

Spacing that does not allow detours.

It was like the trajectory of a prison, blocking all the directions for Rast to dodge until his death.

Single-action rapid-fire is not a technique for accurate shooting, and Gray is far from having the shooting skills that Last has already mastered after hundreds of years of practice.

At this moment, the rain on the cliff that blocked Gray's vision was not enough to allow him to make such precise aiming.

However, she is the darling of "fate".

Six brass bullets were fired out, each of which carried the flow of time.

That is a twisted fate.

The order of cause and effect was reversed at this moment. The result of "the bullet hit Last" became a reality earlier than the cause of "the trajectory penetrated the distance between the muzzle and Last".

This is a "must-hit" curse that determines the result the moment the shot is fired, just like the eternal spear "Gungnir" in ancient legends that can penetrate the enemy's heart as long as it is thrown.

Constricting the trajectory of the bullet's fate, making it impossible to dodge the fired bullet and making it hit the target... Grey had just developed this practical shooting technique and was not yet proficient in it.

During the previous test, being able to use it once in a short period of time was already her limit.

However, at this moment, Gray's control over the power of destiny went a step further in a very short time, and she applied the convergent trajectory of destiny to every bullet at the same time.

Six armor-piercing bullets tore through the air and shot towards Last.

There is no way to hide or escape, as if it is the judgment of fate.

In fact, it goes beyond that.

As Gray roared and fired, her emerald green eyes were engulfed by a dazzling white light, like molten silver.

Behind Gray, a thick tree trunk was broken by the strong wind, swept high into the sky by the storm, and then fell squarely in the direction of Last.

At her feet, countless rocks and sand were blown by the storm. Gray herself was not affected, but at the end of the cliff, a dust storm was set off around Last, carrying countless sharp stones and tearing flesh and blood.

Below the cliff, a huge wave like a collapsing mountain hit the protruding reef, splashing huge waves, and was about to sweep Last into the vast ocean.

In the oppressive sky covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed through the sky, and a bolt of thunder fell straight towards Last...

All of this is not a coincidence, but a great power called "fate".

In this madness with her soul pillar shattered, Gray completely crossed the boundaries of the past and pushed this long sequence of stairs that only she had stepped on to an unprecedented height.

As if it could feel the anger and hatred in the girl's heart, the long river of fate, which had been flowing gently and silently like a trickle, now turned into a surging torrent.

Countless coincidences, countless misfortunes, disasters and catastrophes are created wantonly and without restraint.

He let out a desperate wail and a deafening roar towards Rast, the treacherous traitor.

however.

Witness the roaring fate.

Witnessing it, it seemed as if the entire world was imposing majestic judgment on him.

Amid the might of thunder, Last's expression remained silent.

He just quietly watched the six bullets coming towards him, with the concept of "definitely hitting" and the trajectory of the bullets that could not be avoided.

Then, Luster gently reached out and snapped his fingers.

"Cancel."

The next moment, the trajectory of the ball that tore through the atmosphere and set off a storm froze in front of him.

It was frozen in the mixed yellow and pale colors surging around Narast...in the frozen dusk.

Then, all the projectiles shattered in an instant, turning into countless broken copper fragments.

That is the power of the God of Death.

Even lifeless metals and objects can be given the "death" command, followed by conceptual destruction.

After inserting the Star Cup of Death into his own heart and forcibly accommodating the relic of Death, Last also gained partial ability to drive the remains of the god, just like the Queen of the Underworld Helen before him.

They were now standing on the wreckage of the Grim Reaper, and the entire paradise could be said to be Rast's home ground...

The power of "fate" is indeed majestic and immeasurable, but the power of fate that Grey can control is limited and constrained by her own weak body. How can she possibly defeat Rast who holds the Death Star Cup?

The brass fragments fell on the extremely smooth cliff wall washed by heavy rain, making a crisp sound.

These bullets did hit the target, achieving the concept of "must hit".

However, if the bullet itself has been conceptually destroyed and dismembered into pieces, then even if it hits the target it will be meaningless.

The scattered bullets did not stop Last's movements for a moment.

Under the dark sky and in the raging rainstorm, he just looked down indifferently at the girl wailing in the mud.

Then, he walked towards Gray step by step.

With every step he took, the dusk and paleness flowing beside Rast would flash once, annihilating all the disasters that attacked him into nothingness.

The falling tree was canceled. Before it hit Last, the tree was cut into countless flying wood chips.

The huge waves that came crashing down like a mountain were cancelled. In the dim light, the raging waves turned into gentle currents and fell back into the vast ocean.

The dust storm that swept up the rubble was cancelled. Thousands of pieces of rubble fell back to the ground, like beads falling on a jade plate, making a crisp sound of tinkling.

The roaring thunder was canceled. In the pale light of "Silent Disqualification: Withered Stone", the thunder that pierced the sky and the earth was annihilated into nothingness, leaving only a tiny arc of electricity flickering freely in the air.

The roar of the whole world, the overwhelming disasters, the judgment from fate...all of this has not hindered Rast's steps in the slightest.

He walked step by step to Gray, who was sitting on the rock, her whole body covered in dirt and mud.

Then, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl's swan-like white neck, lifting her into the air.

"Do you understand how weak you are, Gray?"

Rast's words were mixed in with the wind and rain.

No matter how hard Gray struggled in mid-air, the movements and sounds of his hands remained steady, like cold and hard steel.

"This is the wine called strength."

“If you have never possessed power, if you have never become strong… then no matter how many vows you make, no matter how many ideals you have, they are all like rootless duckweed, a fantasy bubble that will burst at the slightest provocation.”

"This is the gap between you and me—"

“That gap can never be crossed.”

(End of this chapter)