Night World Players

Chapter 150: Playing the Final Chapter for a Broken World (Two-in-One)

"So, even so..."

"Do you still dream of becoming a shore guard?"

The last words, along with the girl's unfinished consciousness, fell into the abyss of nothingness.

Gray's limp body fell in mid-air.

Then, it was caught by Rast with gentle movements.

He looked at the gray-haired girl in his arms, who had fallen into a deep coma due to the suppression of her soul potential, with her eyes tightly closed... and two wet tear marks on her white cheeks.

The indifferent expression he had always maintained in front of Gray now melted away like ice and snow.

"A little... a bit too much?"

"Although most of it is true, sometimes, compared to lies... the truth is more hurtful."

Luster murmured silently to himself.

This is completely different from the cold and mysterious image he had when he was awake, wrapping his body in a cloak and hiding his face with a hood.

Gray, who was in deep sleep at the moment, looked exceptionally peaceful as she slept.

There is still some childishness in her delicate face, and the lines between her eyebrows and eyes are a bit immature.

"I almost forgot... Even today, you are still less than twenty years old."

"In some modern countries with well-developed youth protection systems—"

"My behavior would be considered abuse of a minor... I might even end up in jail."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Rast's mouth.

He gently stretched out his hand, stroked the girl's round forehead, and straightened her hair that was a little messy due to the hot wind from the fire.

Then, he wiped away the two undried tear marks on the girl's fair and delicate face.

"'Shore Keeper', an entire era of civilization, and the fate of mankind..."

"Such a weight is too much for a girl under 20 to bear."

"Whether it's me or Chief Cessel... choosing to use this method to force such a heavy mission onto your delicate shoulders—"

"Such behavior can only be described as irresponsible."

Luster looked at the girl in his arms.

His mumbling was mixed in with the fire and wind, and no one could hear it.

"only--"

"We have no choice."

"There's no other choice."

This was a plan jointly agreed upon by Last and Cecil.

In the past three years, in order to prevent the legendary gravekeeper Noah from noticing anything unusual, there has never been any verbal or information exchange between Last and the Shore Keeper headquarters.

However, with some inexplicable tacit understanding.

The moment he noticed Gray coming to Paradise City again, Last understood what Cecil meant.

Whether it was the betrayal on the cliff top three years ago, or what Luster did to Grey just now, they were all part of this plan.

A plan to cultivate a qualified successor for Cecil and the Shore Watchers...

In the past three years, Grey has indeed transformed and grown because of the betrayal on that rainy night.

In just a few years, he grew from an unknown newcomer in the organization to one of the strongest fighters under the legend.

However, compared to a truly qualified leader.

After just three years of experience, there is still something to be desired.

Strong combat power, excellent talent, and the potential to become a legend... these are certainly the necessary conditions to become the new leader of the Guardians.

But this is far from all.

More important than talent, potential, sequence length, and superpowers... is the heart of a "shore keeper."

You know, compared with the lifespan of previous shore guards, or their terms of office, three years is just a blink of an eye.

A long time is enough to change many things——

Weathering rocks into dust...

Let the upright young people smooth out their edges, become mercenary, smooth, and flattering...

They have forgotten their sincere and ardent ideals of the past, and twisted their former righteous partners into ugly, despicable people who pursue immortality.

And when the momentary impulse subsides, the youthful passion is worn away by time...

After enduring hundreds of years of loneliness, seeing the bleak future ahead, knowing the dire and irreversible end, and realizing that everything he did was likely in vain, he realized...

Those who can still stick to their original intentions and have never forgotten their creeds——

He is the "shore guard" just now.

"so--"

"If, after you wake up again... you can still give a firm and unwavering answer to that question."

"So, little Gray..."

"You, as someone like you, should be able to shoulder the mission of inheriting the Spark and the weight of civilization's destiny."

"It's a pity—"

Rast paused for a moment:
"Whether it's me or Leader Sissel..."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to see you truly mature and grow into a qualified leader—"

"When I ascended to the legendary level, I looked so stunning and graceful."

His mumbling was mixed in with the roaring wind in the fire scene, and no one knew or heard it.

at the same time.

The seemingly endless black flames that obscured the sunlight suddenly condensed.

With the polluted moon twisted with flesh and blood in the night sky as the eye of the storm, the black fire tide swept across the entire Frozen Water Town, setting off a huge storm.

In the dark tide of flames—

The town’s buildings, the clock tower, the dark sky, and even the endless fog... everything was distorted.

The whole world, including houses, towns, and the night sky, was shattered.

This is a matter of course.

Looking back across a period of ten years is a process that cannot be replicated.

It was a miracle beyond common sense that Gray achieved by squeezing out a power that did not belong to her from the depths of her soul.

And at this moment.

As Grey, the initiator of the time travel, fell into a coma, the surging torrent of fate lost its restraint and control.

The power that originally supported the two of them and allowed them to survive in this timeline that did not belong to them disappeared.

What replaces it is the corrective force of the long river of time.

The long river of time condensed into substance materialized around the two of them, surging and roaring, washing away their figures into something illusory and empty.

With unstoppable and irreversible power.

I will wash away these two grains of impurities and gravel that do not belong to this era, this period of history...

Wash them down along the long river of time, and force Last and Gray to return to the correct history that belongs to them.

Feel the broken frozen water town beside you, the surging and roaring river of time, and the corrective power of history.

Rast didn't choose to dodge.

He just turned around silently.

Then, in a princess carry, he shielded the unconscious Grey in his arms. The next instant...

boom--

The tide of time and the surging force of correction washed over the two of them.

However, Last took it all on his own without hurting the girl in his arms at all.

Followed by.

Their figures were wrapped in the flowing afterglow of time.

Under the impact of the correction force, heading downstream in the long river of time——

Ten years later, that current time point has passed.

……

When the afterglow of time flowing around the body finally dissipated.

What came into view was no longer the mist and black flames of Frozen Water Town.

He returned to the high altar of the royal city of Paradise, looking down at the people below who were devoutly performing the holy sacrifice.

This is the correct world line——

Gray did not show up, so the holy ceremony was successfully held and completed at this time.

And in the void in front of Rast.

A sacred object, radiant with light, as if gathering all the light in the world, has quietly materialized.

The embodiment of the faith of all peoples, the symbol of the Kingdom of God - the Holy Grail.

Still maintaining the princess-holding posture, Rast gently extended his free hand and grasped the illusory Holy Grail.

The next moment, the wine glass filled with the blood of the God of Dusk, the wishing machine that can fulfill all wishes in mythology... was taken in by Rast.

There is not the slightest hindrance.

Just like that, it merged into Rast's body so easily.

Of course, this did not surprise Last.

Over the past three years, he has worked diligently to establish a stable throne for the underworld.

The purpose is to gather the power of faith.

As the source of faith, the wise king revered by all people... it was everyone's wish that he could become the owner of the Holy Grail.

Thinking of this, Rast gently stretched out his finger and tapped lightly in the air.

next moment.

A dim yellow crack opened up silently beside Gray.

Without making any sound, the gray-haired girl's figure was swallowed up silently.

This is a crack in space, a gap between planes...also known as the "secondary dimension".

Simply put, the secondary dimension can be understood as a subspace plane whose coordinates are known only to the owner. It is a small world that can be carried with you.

Some secondary dimensions are only the size of a pocket, but some are extremely vast, comparable to the size of a city.

When he first joined Fanxing University, Dean Yin had used this skill, which was comparable to Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, to show off in front of Last... This was also the culprit for Last always identifying Dean Yin's race as a cat rather than a ferret.

Generally speaking, except for a very small number of special beings who are extremely friendly to the rules of space, or who are lucky enough to obtain the spatial coordinates of a certain unowned secondary dimension.

Otherwise, most extraordinary people would need to at least reach the quasi-legendary level before they could open up their own "secondary dimension".

To a certain extent, the exclusive "secondary dimension" is like the domain. It is an ability unique to legendary strongmen and can also be regarded as a symbol of legend.

And for the ancient gods of the past, the so-called kingdom of God is a superior version of the secondary dimension.

At this moment, after completely containing the Holy Grail, Rast finally gained the ability to open up a secondary dimension.

Of course, this secondary dimension was not opened up by him, and its actual owner is still the old god of death.

The dim crack only flashed for a moment, and after swallowing the gray-haired girl's delicate body, it quickly disappeared.

And as he looked at the disappearing crack, a faint light flickered in Last's eyes.

"The Death Star Cup represents the authority of God, and the Holy Grail represents the Kingdom of God..."

"Of the three elements, the only thing left is the final 'Flesh and Blood of God,' the so-called 'Remains of the God of Death.'"

Feeling that it has been engraved into his soul, although it has disappeared, the secondary dimension of the coordinates can be opened again at any time.

Luster also uttered his mutterings.

"Or--"

"Axia."

His gaze slowly shifted.

From the square, the people, still immersed in the afterglow of the holy scriptures... moved towards the palace, where the iron throne was.

Gray's matter has been resolved.

But for Last, this was just the beginning of the story.

The holy sacrifice, with the entire underworld and millions of dead as sacrifices, has been completed.

He has also collected two of the keys to the three ancient bronze doors leading to the divine realm.

And he already knew where the remaining one was.

At this moment, Akxia, who is sleeping in the abyss, is the descendant of the old god of death.

It is a miraculous creature that has been conceived for a long time, flowing with the blood of both humans and gods, yet is perfectly compatible with each other.

It is the perfect vessel chosen by the ancient god for his resurrection, and also the key to opening the last bronze door and obtaining the "Flesh and Blood of God".

Thinking of this, Rast took a step forward.

As he took this step, a dim halo suddenly shone, covering the boy's figure, making it difficult to see clearly.

When the light dissipated, the boy's figure had become illusory and faded, leaving only a dim yellow afterimage.

With the help of his power as the King of the Underworld, Rast completed a space jump that was almost like teleportation.

Towards——

The remains of the god of death beneath paradise went to the place called "the underworld".

That is the final place of ascension to deity. Perhaps the ancient gods from several epochs ago will be resurrected and return to the throne; or a new generation of humans will usurp the crown of the gods and become the new god of death... Everything will be decided here.

Similarly, this is also the stage that Rast is heading to.

It is the echo of an era called "Battle of the Broken Coast" and the final act of the night world.

The blazing curtain has been unveiled.

The Iron Cross tribe, the forbidden creatures in the endless sea, the shore keepers, the grave keepers... and even the gods and the laws of nature who are secretly watching from the threshold of the Blazing Sky.

With the Abyss and Broken Coast as the origin.

From different planes, different dimensions——

Creatures with different standpoints, different purposes, and different thoughts gathered around the coastline, brewing a storm that would sweep away everything.

Waiting for the final outcome of this era to be decided and the moment when fate comes.

You finish singing.

I'm on stage.

"So--"

"Let me do this for this shattered night world..."

"Play the final movement."

The glory of dusk disappeared in the skylight, leaving only the young man's declaration echoing for a long time.

(End of this chapter)