Night World Players

Chapter 142 You Want to Become a God in the Spotlight (Two in One)

As night falls, the bright stars gradually become brighter in the dim sky.

The palace was silent and the flow of time seemed to be stagnant in the dim light.

"so--"

"Did Queen Helen spend hundreds of years in this frozen time?"

Lust sat upright on the Iron Throne, stretched out his hand slightly, and felt the dusk light flowing through his fingertips.

As the new container of the Death Star Cup——

At this moment, Rast is just like Helen was back then, the master of the underworld and the king of paradise.

The frozen dusk before his eyes was the breath of death lingering over the remains of the old god. It was also a part of Rast's power that he could control with ease.

After three years, Last has completed the initial fusion with the Star Grail that carries the power of the God of Death, and can use the power of the God of Death to a certain extent.

That is the "solemn command that controls death."

Such a solemn order is not only effective on living creatures.

Even rocks, buildings, sculptures and other inorganic objects that may seem lifeless to others... still have the concepts of "birth" and "end".

When all things come to an end, that is their destined death.

And the so-called solemn order of the god of death... is the ruling on this destined death date.

Or simply strip away the life of all things, allowing them to cross the entire process of "birth, growth, aging, decay, and decline" in an instant and reach the end directly... turning brand new furniture into rotten wood and magnificent palaces into weathered dust.

Or it can directly freeze the flow of the fate of all things, and their lives will be frozen in place, just like specimens in a museum, preserved forever in the most beautiful posture.

At this moment, the frozen dusk that enveloped the entire palace was the embodiment of this power.

Therefore, no matter how much time has passed in the outside world, the palace at dusk still maintains its brand new, magnificent, and dust-free appearance... It will not age, and does not need repairs or maintenance, remaining unchanged forever.

Rast raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the starry night sky above the palace through the glass dome above the throne.

not long ago.

The queen with long ice-blue hair sat on this cold throne, looking up at the same starry sky as him...

Watch the stars change, watch the sun and the moon interweave, watch the seasons change... day after day, year after year.

So even though she has lived for an unknown number of years, Helen's personality is no different from that of a 17 or 18-year-old girl.

Because she had been imprisoned in this cage since she was born - how could a canary who had never seen the scenery outside know the magnificence of the snow-capped mountains and the magnificence of the sea...

Ten years or a hundred years... to her it's just a number, without any difference.

In contrast, the time spent traveling with the servant named Rast was a fantasy world that the caged bird had never seen.

She regarded that experience as a treasure of her life, and always longed for, hoped for and expected the happy fairy tale ending.

This longing and expectation was so firm, until the bubble of the night world burst... Helen recalled her memories as Axia, and realized that the experiences of the caged bird and the boy were just a false performance, but she never wavered.

Just as she said on the mountaintop covered by dusk—

"Fairy tales are fake, but love is real."

I have learned about the vanity of fairy tales, the falsehood of performances, and understood the coldness and cruelty of reality... After knowing the truth of everything, I am still working hard to pursue my own happiness and aspirations.

Like a moth flying into a flame, a meteor streaking across the sky.

Even though he knew the outcome would be death, he still moved forward courageously and risked his life in pursuit of that light.

……

Suddenly, emerald green light spread in the air, interrupting Last from his deep reverie.

This is a line of ancient text, which is clearly made up of illusory points of light, but it carries an indescribable majesty... as if it is a decree written by a god overlooking the world.

Looking at the line of ancient words in front of me.

The slight distraction in Rast's dark eyes disappeared in an instant, and he returned to his normal appearance.

The emerald green text retained a rich aura that temporarily dispelled the surrounding dusk light.

This is a message from Noah.

This legendary strong man from the gravekeeper... contacted me for the first time in three years.

The line of text quickly disappeared along with the emerald green light.

And Rast also stood up from the throne.

He faced the iron throne, closed his eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Then, he urged out the power of the star cup in his chest that was pulsating along with his heart.

On the Iron Throne, light and shadow were slowly distorting.

Finally, it transformed into a twisted vortex of emerald green formed by the gathering of illusory light.

Rast did not hesitate. He took a step forward and walked into the emerald green illusory vortex.

……

The world was spinning.

The light was distorting, and at this moment it seemed as if the Milky Way was upside down and the stars were falling.

In an instant, a torrent of thousands of dazzling stars surged across the night sky.

In the flowing starlight, Last saw one illusory and broken scene after another——

That was the first era.

Ancient dragons, giants, high elves, vampires, Flügels, demon wolves... countless powerful mythological races walk the earth.

They are born powerful. Some races, such as the high elves, are born with the ability to use blood magic without the need for rune circuits or chanting.

Some are born to stand at the top of a certain sequence of long steps, possessing powers in myths and legends, able to call the wind and rain, and drive thunder and lightning.

What's more, like the ancient dragons... the power of their blood allows them to be promoted to legends naturally as soon as they reach adulthood without going through the hardships of life and death.

These ancient mythological races are the masters of the earth, the kings of the sky, and the main theme of that era.

And in this - humans are just an insignificant supporting role in the original era.

They have no fangs, no claws, no magic eyes or superpowers that come from their blood... and no innate talent to connect to the magic network. For those mythological races, casting spells is as simple as eating and drinking, but for humans it requires a lifetime of effort to study and master it.

They do not have a long, almost infinite lifespan like those immortal species.

The average human life span is only a few decades. For many species, the time they spend in childhood is their entire life.

Most human beings will find it difficult to reach the extraordinary realm throughout their entire lives.

If development follows normal rules, then humans will always remain weak... they can only survive as a dependent race, relying on being a vassal of a powerful race, and will never become the protagonist of the era.

but--

During that period of time, an unknown, dull human being walked out.

He believed that every enemy, every danger, and every problem in the world had corresponding knowledge, as well as skills and props derived from knowledge to fight against. However, the knowledge, skills, and props that each person could memorize throughout his life were limited.

Therefore, in order to fight against naturally powerful races such as dragons, elves, and vampires with the clumsy bodies of humans... he wove some abilities that only dull humans could use.

Humans certainly do not have sharp fangs and claws, nor do they have powerful blood talents and long lifespans.

However, the transmission of knowledge, the inheritance of civilization... are treasures that only weak humans can appreciate and use to defeat powerful enemies.

Even at the beginning, the knowledge passed on was just a few insignificant summaries of experience, such as hunting techniques and methods of making fire.

But as long as it can be passed down from generation to generation, as time goes by, the progress of civilization history... will be improved, completed and filled in the hands of generations.

Then, one day——

The seedlings that just sprouted in the past can also grow into towering trees, encompassing everything in the world.

And the tiny spark will turn into a raging fire, setting the whole world on fire.

then--

slowly.

After who knows how many years, the era of mythology came to an end.

Ancient dragons, high elves, magic wolves, giants, vampires...these mythical races have disappeared from the stage of history.

Human beings have become the only protagonists of this era.

only--

At the same time, the unknown man who lit the fire also saw the end of civilization and the end of the era.

That was a doomsday that could not be resisted or reversed by the fools and the accumulated civilization of that time.

then--

That original, dull and nameless person... founded an organization called "Gravekeepers" and left the fire that he ignited among the Gravekeepers.

He was willing to believe in the power of inheritance and placed his hopes on future generations.

Just as humans, who were once as humble as dust, were able to end the era of mythical creatures and become the only protagonists on the stage of history.

Even if humans are dull, as long as they rely on the fire they left behind, and on the accumulation of civilization passed down from generation to generation, era after era... one day, they will be able to weave a powerful force that can rival the gods.

Until a way is found to survive the end of the era and reverse the fate of "civilization will inevitably come to an end".

This is the original intention of the creation of the Gravekeeper——

As a witness and recorder, we record the development and accumulation of civilization in every era, so that the sparks of different eras and times can continue...

Until one day, it turns into a raging flame that is strong enough to burn the justice of heaven and rebel against the fate that "civilization will inevitably come to an end."

Every gravekeeper...had this ideal when they first joined the gravekeeper organization.

This naturally includes Noah.

The original Noah when he first joined the gravekeepers.

after that--

After countless eras, ups and downs, and cycles of repetition...

A despicable thief stole the fire from the gravekeeper.

So, from that moment on.

Just like the fire thief named Prometheus in the ancient legend.

In this world, the fire that dispels the darkness is burning again.

……

"It seems that these three years have not been wasted."

An old voice sounded in the distance.

When Rast opened his eyes, what he saw was a lush, green and vibrant courtyard, and in the distance was a dim yellow ocean.

Rast knew that he was now deep within the remains of that old god, the god of death.

Not far away from him, the gardener-like old man Noah was looking at him with a calm gaze.

"Your Majesty Noah?"

Last showed a bit of bewilderment at the right moment: "I seemed to see some blurry scenes just now."

"That's my domain."

Noah spoke slowly, his tone was calm, but with an indescribable majesty.

"Night Blade, or the "superpowers" that you possess in this era... are the embodiment of mental landscapes."

"The deep soul of a transcendent person, the scenery in his mental world, determines the kind of supernatural powers he possesses."

"And the 'realm' is the product of the sublimation of a supernatural being's 'superpower', and it is also the embodiment of a person's mental landscape."

"However, there is a huge difference between the scope of a domain and a supernatural power... Using a domain means being able to erode reality with your own spiritual world and replace the real world around you with your own mental landscape."

"Under normal circumstances, only the mind image of a Legendary warrior is enough to open up his own domain... Therefore, the domain is also one of the symbols of a legend. Even many Legends who have just broken through do not have it."

"What you just saw should be part of the mental imagery manifested in my domain."

"Of course, these are still too far away from you at the moment—"

"After this incident is over and you have truly inherited the power of the Reaper's Wreckage and joined the Gravekeepers...it won't be too late for me to teach you about the practice of the domain."

As he spoke, the gardener-like old man lowered his eyes and examined Rast.

After a moment, he nodded with satisfaction.

"The Star Cup of the God of Death has already become one with you."

"It seems that it was a correct decision to let you join the gravekeepers."

"Based on your current level of integration with the Death Star Cup and your compatibility... you are now qualified to inherit the remains of the Death Star."

"In that case——"

"The next step of the plan can also begin."

Noah shifted his gaze away from Rast and looked towards the dim, surging depths of the ocean in the distance.

That is the end of the abyss, where Axia is sleeping.

There was a strange light flickering in those old eyes.

"Ten days later, you will begin the "holy sacrifice" as the king of the underworld."

"Use Helen, the descendant of God, the entire paradise, and all the dead in it as sacrifices...to completely seize control of the remains of God."

"Under the watchful eyes of the public, I became the new Grim Reaper."

(End of this chapter)