Night World Players

Chapter 140 Gray, the chance you have been waiting for has come (two in one)

The faint and misty night that lingered before my eyes gradually dissipated.

Even the perception of self is recovering little by little.

When Last opened his eyes again, the first thing he felt was the cold touch beneath his body.

He was sitting on a metal throne, surrounded by a palace shrouded in a dim yellow light.

Through the curtain wall of the palace, one can see the magnificent scenery of the royal city in the distance. Buildings are arranged in an orderly manner, leading to the end of the skyline and the other side of the sky.

Rast was very familiar with the style of this palace. It was exactly the same as the bedroom where Akshia lived when he was carrying out the Lost Paradise plan.

However, this palace should have been destroyed by Noah in that battle, and turned into nothingness under the pressure of the legend...

“So, this place was rebuilt later?”

Looking at the slowly flowing dusk light in the palace, Last murmured softly.

He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked his left heart.

Last could clearly feel that the Death Star Cup in his heart, which had gradually faded since he left the night world and entered the real world, had once again become real at this moment.

The chess-piece-shaped star cup was now rooted deep in his heart, connecting his authority to the remains of the entire Death God and the entire paradise...

But at the same time, the Star Cup of Death was constantly eroding his flesh and blood, transforming his soul, assimilating the body and mind of the man named Rast into the appearance of the old god, trying to turn him into a suitable vessel.

"When I first came here, I was serving Her Majesty the Queen as a waiter."

"But I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye——"

"Am I the new king of paradise?"

Rast looked at the iron throne beneath him and chuckled.

Take control of the entire paradise, become the new king of the underworld, use the faith of the dead as the foundation, and deepen your compatibility with the Death Star Cup.

These were the instructions Noah left for himself before he left the Echoes of the Era.

However, I didn't expect that when I entered again, all these goals had been achieved.

So, in the night world, how much time has passed?
He originally thought that the interval between leaving the Echoes of the Era and re-entering it should be similar to his perception in the present world.

But now it seems that the one month of rest in the real world is even longer in the night world.

Thinking of this, Rast's thoughts moved slightly.

As the owner of the Death Star Cup, the new king of paradise.

At this moment, Rast is just like Axia in the past. The entire Paradise Royal City can be regarded as his home ground and a part of his territory.

Not long after, a waiter came out from the side and bowed respectfully to Rast who was sitting on the throne.

"king."

"When was this palace rebuilt?"

Luster asked calmly.

For an actor who has worn countless masks and imitated countless personalities, playing a superior person is as easy as eating and drinking.

His expression was not serious, but rather gentle, but his calm voice carried the solemnity and majesty of a superior.

The waiter did not even have the slightest doubt as to why the king he served would ask this question, and he simply answered with great trepidation, "Your Majesty."

"This palace was rebuilt two years and three months ago."

The waiter's expression revealed an unconcealable respect: "Back then, the former queen of Paradise, Her Majesty Helen, disappeared inexplicably. Even the palace in the center of the royal city disappeared, annihilated into nothingness overnight."

"At that time, the entire city, and even the residents of the entire paradise, fell into extreme panic... There was no leader, and no one knew what had happened."

"At that time - if you hadn't stepped forward and conquered the entire royal city with your own strength in less than half a year, ascended the throne, and rebuilt this palace."

"Then, perhaps the chaos in Paradise will continue for a long time... It is not impossible that the entire country will fall apart."

Two years and three months...

Then add the time it took him to ascend the throne of paradise and rebuild the palace.

In other words, has nearly three years passed in the night world of the Sixth Age?
Rast waved his hand and asked the waiter beside him to leave.

He stared at the dim yellow sky in the distance, his eyes thoughtful.

The length of this period was even longer than Last himself estimated.

However, it is not incomprehensible.

After all, for the gravekeepers who have been in charge of several epochs of history, three years is just a blink of an eye.

The lifespan of a legend is at least several hundred years. Therefore, for those powerful people who have crossed the boundaries of humanity and made the transition of their life essence to a higher level... their perspective on time is naturally different from that of ordinary people.

Three years is an extremely long period of time for ordinary people, especially in the chaotic times after a catastrophe, when the lifespan of mortals has been greatly reduced... Three years may be one-tenth of a person's lifetime, representing a complete life journey.

However, for a legendary strongman, three years may only be the time for a retreat, research and experimentation.

"Three years... I don't know what Akxia's current situation is like in the abyss deep in the ocean."

"However, since there has been no movement in the paradise, it means that her condition should be relatively stable, and the gravekeeper's plan has not yet started..."

"And Axia herself should still be sleeping peacefully in the deepest part of the abyss."

Last looked at the peaceful and tranquil city scenery beyond the dim sky.

"And, three full years have passed—"

"Little Grey."

"How much have you grown now?"

"Have you become strong enough and resilient enough...even if you leave me and Chief Cecil and don't need to rely on anyone, can you still face all difficulties and obstacles?"

"after all……"

His mumbling disappeared into the dim sky along with the rushing wind and was never heard by anyone.

"The time for our farewell is coming soon."

"soon--"

"You will have to carry the weight of the entire shore guard community and the fate of human civilization on your weak shoulders."

……

The watchtower at the midpoint of the broken coastline.

This is the headquarters of the Shore Watchers organization.

For a long time, no matter how turbulent the outside world was, no matter how the spark of human civilization was in turmoil... it had never really affected the territory protected by the Watchtower.

Most shore guards regard the Watchtower as a harbor where they can rest at will, a safe haven for their souls. No matter how much trauma they have suffered or how much suffering they have experienced during their missions in the outside world, as long as they return to the Watchtower, they can completely relax and recuperate.

however--

The last two or three years.

Even in the watchtower, the atmosphere had become noticeably tenser.

The Iron Cross tribe, which had been peaceful for a long time, has recently been plagued by outbreaks in human settlements everywhere...

Evil cults have been causing chaos in various places, and the frequency of blood sacrifices has also increased significantly.

And - the forbidden creatures that the shore guards have been guarding against, outside the coastline, in the depths of the ocean, are now stirring...

The small-scale disturbances that broke out one after another in various parts of the mainland caused the entire Shore Guard organization to operate at high speed and be on edge for a long time.

Although it has not yet been completely overloaded and caused any extremely serious, irreversible consequences...

However, even the most basic shore guards have already had a vague premonition...

It is as if there are all kinds of signs in nature before a storm comes.

At this moment, these minor disasters that have broken out one after another in various parts of the mainland are actually some kind of omens and warnings, and are the prelude to a war that has been brewing for a long time.

Can they really survive the storm and continue the last spark of civilization?
And, Chief Cecil——

Can he really lead everyone to victory in the upcoming war?
Objectively speaking, no one knows the answer to this question.

However, everyone maintains a certain indescribable conviction and inexplicable trust in this.

They have no choice, no way out, and they are unwilling to have any way out.

……

A petite figure wearing a shore watchman's standard cloak moved quickly among the noisy crowd in the watchtower.

Her figure was so slender, and her pretty face was hidden by the hood. Apart from a few strands of gray hair floating out occasionally, not a single detail of her facial expression could be seen.

But when she passed through the dense crowd in the watchtower, these proud members of the Shore Watch spontaneously made way for her.

"Is this... that Gray?"

"Is she back from another mission?"

"Well, the mission she accepted this time was to suppress the Iron Cross Plague on the northwest border, right?"

"It is said that the leader of the Iron Cross Plague was a fifth-order peak mutant Iron Cross... He was the second most powerful being after the Iron Cross King among the Iron Cross tribes on the entire continent, and he led the entire Iron Cross tribe."

"But I didn't expect that the leader of the mutant Iron Cross... was actually killed directly among his own Iron Cross tribe. The source and leader of the plague were eliminated, and the Iron Cross plague naturally no longer existed."

"In the Iron Cross's base camp, he assassinated a fifth-level mutant leader all by himself... even those sixth-level leaders can't do this, right? He is worthy of being the strongest newcomer."

"No, the title of the strongest newcomer is already a thing of the past for Gray... Although she has only been a member of the Guardians for less than five years, many people believe that she is already on par with the top executives."

"There are even rumors that the successor chosen by Chief Cecil——"

"She will be the next leader of the Shore Watchers."

"However, Gray's style when carrying out missions is really a bit too crazy... She never relies on her teammates, but always acts alone."

"Moreover, her plans are always to take risks, and she never leaves herself a way out. For example, this time, she assassinated the leader of the Iron Cross alone among tens of thousands of Iron Crosses. If she makes the slightest mistake, she will be doomed."

"If I have a choice, I still hope that the next leader will be a calm type like Cecil... Grey is too young and her style of doing things is too risky. I always feel that she is a little unreliable. She may lead the entire organization into an irreversible abyss."

"Hush, be careful with your words... The successor and the next leader are things that the top leaders and Sissel leader will naturally consider. How can we have any say in that?"

……

Trivial gossips came with the wind and echoed in Gray's ears, but they did not stop her steps for a moment.

"Little Grey!"

Suddenly, a girl with a ponytail rushed out from the crowd of people talking outside and grabbed Gray's hand under her cloak.

The girl's bright eyes were filled with worry that was hard to conceal. "You have carried out so many high-risk missions this year. Each time you were on the brink of life and death! And every time you finished a mission, you immediately went to the next one. You didn't leave yourself any time to rest."

"I know your sequence is special... but if you keep tensing up like this, you'll collapse one day!"

Faced with her friend's concern, a light flickered in Gray's eyes.

But in the end, she gently pushed the other person's hand away: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"and--"

Gray paused for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Janice—"

"I have reasons why I have to do this."

As the words fell, Gray had already broken free from Janice's entanglement.

She walked straight through the wide buildings and square outside the watchtower and disappeared into the majestic pure white tower.

Only Janice was left staring at Gray's disappearing back, in a daze.

They were friends who had known each other since the rookie assessment.

But, I don't know why.

Ever since returning from the Lost Paradise…Agnese felt that Gray had become a little different.

……

Gray climbed up the steps of the watchtower one level at a time.

Soon, the long staircase of the tower came to an end, and a simple wooden door came into view.

Gray knocked gently on the door, then pushed it open and bowed.

"Leader Cecil."

Behind the door, the old man with gray beard seemed to have known about Gray's return and was waiting behind the long table.

After noticing Gray pushing the door open, the old man smiled slightly.

"I won't say any more polite words."

His voice paused.

"Gray, what you have been waiting for for a long time--"

"The opportunity for revenge has arrived."

(End of this chapter)