Night World Players

Chapter 13 The Devil Returns from Hell
Listening to Rast's statement, Hiltina scooped up a spoonful of egg fried rice and put it into her mouth.

Then, her light brown eyes widened slightly.

The fried rice was cooked to perfect perfection, with each grain of rice evenly coated in golden egg liquid mixed with the aroma of black pine mushrooms.

But this did not move Hiltina. She was not a person who had never seen the world. Compared with the dishes of real court chefs, this fried rice had too many flaws in terms of ingredients and techniques.

But for some reason, compared to the previous player of No Life, the mysterious and unpredictable Rast who used extremely gorgeous skills to perfectly mix cocktails...the one who cooked this egg fried rice at this moment made Hiltina feel more familiar.

There is no longer that slight sense of estrangement and alienation, but a greater sense of reality as a human being.

At this moment, the sun rose, illuminating the gray sky. The light shone through the windows into the deserted manor, driving away the darkness and shadows.

The moist sea breeze blew in from the window, blowing on Hiltina's face, interweaving with the sunlight, bringing a faint warmth.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint sound of the sea tide in the distance from the wind.

Hiltina suddenly felt that the air in this city was not so depressing and suffocating. This was a good season, late summer and early autumn, with a pleasant climate. Deep Blue Port was actually a very beautiful coastal city with blue sea, blue sky and plump fish.

If this wasn't the night world, and the pollution called the evil god wasn't quietly brewing in the city like a time bomb, then she might be able to spend a wonderful vacation on the beach by the sea.

In the following time, the two did not talk to each other, but just ate their meal quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, Hiltina put down the cutlery in her hands.

She sat down on the sofa, and the tense nerves in her heart gradually relaxed.

"It seems like you've adjusted your mental state well."

Last also finished his breakfast and was slowly drinking hot milk. "This is good news. I don't want my teammates to suddenly run out of energy and stab me in the face when I'm in battle."

"Actually, I have a question."

Xiltina sat back on the soft sofa, feeling the fatigue coming over her like a tide: "Since you have time to study bartending, carving and other skills, why don't you study more professional academic fields..."

"Since you have enough, almost infinite time, then the knowledge you have mastered should be able to surpass all the sages and wise men, right?"

Last lazily lay on another sofa: "I have indeed thought about the plan you mentioned. For several decades, every time I reincarnate, I devote myself to academic research."

"After all, knowledge is power. If I can really become a great sage who sees through everything and comprehends the truth of all things in the universe, then perhaps I can use this to crack the truth behind the infinite cycle of Deep Blue Harbor."

"But unfortunately, this is not possible."

Luster smiled.

“No matter how hard I try, I can never surpass the era I’m in.”

"I just have a lot of time to learn what others have researched. It's easy to repeat the path of the predecessors, as long as you are diligent enough. But if you want to promote the cutting-edge research in a certain field, then only the best people who have reached the pinnacle in this field can do it."

“To transcend the times and break through the limitations of knowledge inheritance is a privilege that belongs only to geniuses.”

Luster put down the empty cup of milk in his hand and closed his eyes. "It's like with the recipes and cooking knowledge stored in Deep Blue Harbor, no matter how hard I try, I can't make that kind of glittering, one-of-a-kind dish that makes people burst when they eat it."

Silence returned to the manor, leaving only the sound of the sea breeze blowing the curtains.

The times, and the limitations of talent...

Xiltina thought about what Luster said and was about to ask more questions, but then she heard the sound of even breathing coming from beside her. Luster had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Contrary to Hiltina's usual impression, Rast's sleeping posture was unusually honest. He curled up quietly in the corner of the sofa, as obedient as a cat sleeping soundly in its own nest.

It was not until this moment that Hiltina realized that she might have overestimated Last's physical age.

When awake, Rast gives people a feeling of being erratic and having everything under control, so much so that people subconsciously ignore his appearance.

But the boy's face looked much more childish when he was asleep. The lines on his face were not sharp and distinct, but rather soft. He could even be described as innocent... He looked to be about the same age as Hiltina at most.

That is to say-

He was seventeen or eighteen years old, perhaps not even an adult yet, when he entered the historical echoes of the night world due to an accident and was trapped in the endless cycle of Deep Blue Harbor for hundreds of years.

Shiltina looked at Rast's peaceful sleeping profile and felt that the fog surrounding him had not diminished but had become even thicker.

Nearly 100,000 cycles, hundreds of years...

Such a long period of time is enough to wash away all the passionate memories, lose all human emotions, and turn into numbness and nothingness, an empty body like a walking corpse.

This is definitely not something that can be overcome simply by entertaining oneself through role-playing, as Last said.

The same day repeating endlessly, with no way to move forward, is tantamount to hell for human beings... and the only ones who can return from hell are probably the evil spirits who live for some obsession.

Deep in his soul, there must be something deeper - like the burning core of a steam engine, supporting the body named Last, which had long been worn out by time and became dilapidated, to keep moving forward until it appeared in front of him.

That fire that has not been extinguished for hundreds of years and still carries residual heat even after turning into ashes...what could it be?

Could it be related to the person named Xiao Ai?

But no matter how curious one is, since Rast doesn't want to say it, no one will know.

It seems that sleepiness is really contagious.

Looking at the peaceful appearance of Rast while he was sleeping, feeling the moist and warm sea breeze on her face, that warm and sleepy feeling suddenly surged towards Hiltina like a tide, gently wrapping her up.

……

When Hiltina woke up, it was already bright outside the window, and it should have been past noon.

The moment she regained consciousness, she subconsciously jumped up and looked towards the direction of the manor gate.

Rast on the other side seemed to have woken up earlier. He was sitting calmly on the sofa, looking in the same direction as Hiltina, without saying a word.

Time passed little by little in silence.

Until the footsteps coming from the entrance of the manor became closer and clearer, and finally stopped outside the gate.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)