Night World Players

Chapter 125 Hate me, loathe me, and live on in ugliness (two in one)

The two looked at each other.

Last stood on a cliff with crashing waves, while Gray looked up at the pure black sky. The roaring thunder, strong winds and heavy rain engulfed the entire world.

Since their encounter in Frozen Water Town, this was the first time that Gray had seen the whole picture of Luster from such a close distance.

In the lightning, the outline of the boy's profile was clear and deep, and his dark eyes were still clear, as if there were bright stars at the bottom of a lake, exactly the same as in Gray's memory.

It had been nearly ten years since the two had first met, but these ten years did not seem to have left any traces on him...

However, at this moment.

This face, which should have made Gray feel at ease, happy and satisfied whenever she saw it, now only made her feel extremely hateful and unfamiliar.

Their bodies were clearly very close, separated only by a swaying curtain of rain.

However, the distance between the two hearts was unprecedentedly far, like a huge abyss.

"Do you feel the beauty of power, Gray?"

"And, in you at this moment, the original sin is called weakness."

The girl's neck was tightly pinched and she was lifted into the air. The almost suffocating pressure made her pretty face reveal an expression of pain, and Last's words rang out in her ears.

"In fact, you also have the possibility of becoming powerful."

"I discovered it when I first came into contact with you."

"The long sequence called "Destiny"... just like the Death Star Cup I have collected, it represents the uniqueness of the world."

"This is the key to abandoning the empty, weak and fragile human body and ascending to the lofty realm of God... the stepping stone to true eternity and immortality."

"With the blessing of fate, you will be popular no matter where you are."

The boy's voice, like the devil's bewitching whisper, floated in Gray's ears.

"So, little Grey..."

"Would you like to try to join me and become a member of the Gravekeepers?"

"Just like when we were in Frozen Water Town, you were saved by me and developed a longing for the Shore Guardians, and eventually became one of them."

"And now, it is just a repetition of what happened before. Since I have betrayed the shore watchers, all you need to do is just follow my footsteps."

"By then——"

"We can then continue the sweet and beautiful daily moments you desire in a new place, in eternal life."

When he said this, the boy's voice changed from its original coldness and indifference to its former gentle tone.

This was the tone that Luster had always used during the six months of training at the Watchtower, during the daily time that Grey treasured so much.

If it were a few days ago, hearing such a straightforward invitation and knowing that she would have the opportunity to continue her sweet daily life with Brother Last... Gray would have probably blushed and her heart would have been beating with excitement.

And if it were ten years ago, that little girl who was as ignorant as a young animal, had no idea what ideals and beliefs were, and just wandered aimlessly, putting her own interests first, would probably have accepted Last's invitation without hesitation.

but--

At this moment, Gray simply closed her eyes.

Two lines of tears slid down her white cheeks, but when she opened her eyes again, there was no confusion in Gray's eyes anymore.

"Brother Rast... I am still used to calling you that... But actually in my heart, the real Brother Rast is already dead."

"You now only make me feel disgust and hatred."

"You are not my brother Rust, but a person who has replaced his body and soul. You are just a ferocious and ugly beast who will do anything to become stronger and eternal."

"You have taken the perseverance of generations of shore guardians and the sacrifice of Sister Shadow Servant..."

He endured the pain of his neck being tightened and suffocated to the point of near death.

She spoke decisive words to Rast.

"What do you think of life?"

Gray rejected Rust's invitation.

She had been looking forward to it so much before, and just thinking about it made her feel like it was a sweet and beautiful invitation.

"Brother Rust and I have nothing more to say to each other."

"Since I have chosen to betray, I do not need such hypocritical kindness from my enemies."

Gray spoke in a hoarse voice, just as she had asked Luster in Frozen Water Town many years ago:
"kill me."

However, faced with the words of wishing to die, the young man in front of Gray just shook his head slightly.

As if sensing the determination in Gray's words, Luster put away his gentle and bewitching tone and returned to his previous indifference.

"Kill you?"

"You don't think I can do what you want so easily, do you?"

"Sometimes, death is a luxury of relief."

"As the one favored by fate, the only holder of this long sequence... your existence itself is as valuable as the Death Star Cup."

"I believe the gravekeeper will like my gift very much."

He snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, light gathered at his fingertips.

A pair of shackles with the color of dusk condensed around Gray's soft body.

The moment the dusk shackles fell on Gray's body, she felt her whole body stiffen.

She lost control of her body and couldn't even move a little finger, let alone try to commit suicide.

“This is the difference between the strong and the weak.”

"As long as you have power, you can freely control the fate of others according to your own wishes."

"And the weak can only become lambs, to be slaughtered by others—"

"Even in death, one must beg for the grace and charity of the enemy."

One after another, the irony came from the boy who was looking down, and landed on Gray's heart, leaving one scratch after another.

But at this moment, Rast's movements suddenly stopped.

The next moment, he suddenly let go of Gray, who had completely become a lamb to be slaughtered, and quickly retreated backwards.

boom--

The rays of the blazing sun penetrated the sky.

In the pitch-black sky, in the deepest part of the darkest night, a burning corona suddenly rose.

It illuminated half of the sky, just like a real sun, spreading incomparable light and heat to the whole world, as if real daylight had arrived.

Strong wind.

Thunder.

rainstorm.

Even the long, dark night quietly and soundlessly dissipated and became invisible in the blazing, bright, and pure light.

This is a power unique to legends. Every word and action can be transformed into changing the laws of the world, and even rewrite the celestial phenomena in a certain area.

Cecil's figure walked out from the blazing corona.

He stared at Rast, his eyes calm. "Betray the shore guards, leak the mission plan, and kill your companions... Kill them all."

There isn't any superfluous dialogue.

Obviously, they were once superiors and subordinates fighting side by side, but at this moment, Cecil just used such a simple sentence to sentence Last's end.

The brilliant corona expanded in an instant.

The brilliant glow, carrying endless light and heat that seemed to be able to evaporate the entire ocean, pressed towards Last.

pat-

pat-

Countless sounds of things breaking rang out at the same time.

The pale and dim light, the remaining power of the remains of the god of death, and the original equipped by Rast himself...

Everything was shattered in the sunlight and then annihilated into nothingness.

After all, Rast's own rank in the "Tower" sequence was only level three.

Of course, as the holder of Night Blade's "Library of Fools", he also houses the Star Grail of the God of Death and is based on the remains of the God of Death, Paradise. His true combat power naturally cannot be measured by that of an ordinary third-level transcendent.

However, Rast is not a real "Death God" sequence elder after all. It is just an illusion forcibly forged using the "Library of Fools".

Unlike Helen, who took in the Death Star Cup the moment she was born, he used a very simple and brutal method to force the fusion.

Naturally, she could not truly comprehend the power of Death and make it a part of herself like the Queen of the Underworld did...but could only control it in a very rough way.

It is certainly enough to ravage Gray, a rough stone who is also green and immature and has not really grown up.

However, when facing the leader of the Shore Guardians, Cecil... those powers that were forcibly elevated by relying on external objects were like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, and everything became meaningless.

Only legends can fight legends. This is the iron law of the world of extraordinary people.

Every legend is the protagonist of an entire era, and their birth is a unique and unrepeatable miracle in the world.

Even Rust and Gray have only just obtained the key to the legend and have glimpsed a corner of their own unique legendary road...but whether they can truly ascend to the throne of legend in the end, everything is still unknown.

And Cecil is a strong man even in the realm of legends.

This is an insurmountable chasm.

Rays of light were shining all around Last, but then these skills were broken one after another, without even the slightest hindrance.

He could only watch the brilliant corona approaching with its scorching light.

When the corona completely engulfs Last, both the power of the remains of the god of death and Professor Barbarossa's "Silent Disqualification·Withering Stone" Night Blade will be completely ineffective.

The sunlight approached his body little by little.

Extremely slowly, yet unstoppable and irreversible, Rast was reduced to ashes.

As if he had foreseen the disastrous ending, Rast was struggling hard.

But for some reason, his gaze remained as calm as water. Silently, Rast exchanged a glance with Cecil in the distance.

Then he nodded imperceptibly.

There was a strange light in Cecil's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

next moment.

The expansion of that brilliant solar corona actually accelerated a bit, directly swallowing up half of Last's body.

There was no pause at all.

In the brilliant corona, half of Last's body was instantly burned by the high temperature of the sun.

It turned into ashes, leaving only the broken half of the body.

……

"do not want!"

Everything happened too suddenly.

Witnessing the solar corona swallowing up half of Last's body, leaving only the other half incomplete, before Gray had time to think about what was happening, she found that a cry had already come out of her throat.

Even she herself didn't know what kind of emotions and thoughts led to her cry.

Along with Gray's hoarse cry, there was an old man's laughter.

"Oh, Cecil, it seems that I can't let you have your wish."

"Although he is a traitor to you shore guards, Rast is the target we have chosen. He is the host of the Heart of God, the Death Star Cup."

The peaceful voice echoed on the cliff, and a green area full of vitality and abundance quietly spread among the cliffs.

It also prevented the brilliant solar corona from further eroding Last's body.

Rast was burned by the blazing sun's rays, with burnt ashes still remaining on the broken parts. His broken body, which was already dying from the severe damage, fell silently into the green area.

Then, in that rich and vibrant light, flesh and blood began to surge rapidly in his mutilated half body.

The cells were breathing at an overloaded rate, quickly completing the healing process...or rather, it was not healing, but mending.

Some kind of supernatural power was acting on him, causing his body, which was already like a broken rag doll, to begin to reassemble.

Within a few breaths, except for the clothes that had been burned, Last's body was completely restored to its original state.

"Below the level of legend, everyone is an ant. This is the iron rule of this world."

"But don't be afraid. When you truly contain the Star Grail of the God of Death one day... you will also be able to reach such a realm."

Wearing a white robe with tombstone patterns painted on it, an old man with a calm and elegant temperament, like a gardener, appeared beside Rast.

And those old and gentle words also sounded peacefully in his ears.

"There's no need to obsess over competing with a legend like Cecil."

"People like Cecil and the shore-keeper are nothing but moths that fly into the flames and burning meteors."

“It seems to be extremely bright, blazing, and powerful… but it is fleeting. For the sake of that fleeting light that is like a dream bubble, we give up the long life that we could have embraced.”

"When the flames fade away, the meteorites fall to the earth and sleep in the dust, but the stars in the night sky will still shine forever... Just like us tomb keepers, we witness the change of eras, the rise and fall of civilizations, and exist forever."

"In this way, we can get closer to the natural law of this world."

"And Cecil and the shore keepers are nothing but pathetic firewood destined to burn themselves to ashes and be crushed into dust."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gardener-like figure of the old man disappeared, leaving only an illusory door made of emerald green light, which carried the meaning of abundance.

Rast walked towards the illusory door of abundance.

However, just before his figure was about to disappear completely, Last's movements suddenly paused.

He slightly turned sideways and looked down at Gray who was sitting on the ground, her pretty white face covered with traces of dried tears.

"Want revenge, Gray?"

"Kill me, the heartless traitor, the hideous beast who stole your brother Rast's soul and body, who would do anything to become stronger and to achieve eternity."

"It's just that you, as you are now, are not qualified to take revenge on me."

The rich majesty disappeared in the night mist, leaving only the evil laughter echoing for a long time.

"If you want to kill me, then hate me, despise me..."

"Then, live on in ugliness."

(End of this chapter)