Night World Players

Chapter 172 I’m sorry, little Grey, I couldn’t stay with you until the end (two in one)

There were no flames shooting up into the sky, nor were there raging storms.

Because whether it is matter or energy, even the weightless light, has been swallowed up by the black hole of nothingness, until the end of the dimension.

Only in the depths of the sea, in that empty and dustless place, is there evidence of the legendary battle that once took place on the broken coast.

Last looked towards the lightless sea, and the mysterious silver-white in his pupils slowly dissipated.

He stroked his chest, feeling the flame as warm as the sun cooling down little by little in his chest until it was completely extinguished.

This is the power that Cecil left in Rast's body to maintain his dying life fire.

The extinguishing of this ray of solar fire at this moment naturally also means that its giver has passed away and no longer exists.

In the lightless sea, where Cecil once existed, the endless sea water around it quickly flowed back due to the height difference, filling that blank space.

The dark night falls again, erasing the last traces in the ocean and returning to the silent eternal night.

Last gently closed his eyes and engraved the last scene of the old man in his mind. He stood at the end of the sea of ​​​​sky, and the mighty Milky Way flowed endlessly beside him.

Even at the end of his life, Cecil was still passing on intelligence and information for himself...information on how to completely kill the legendary gravekeeper.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again and looked at the dark sea in front of him.

The old man’s instructions before leaving seemed to still ring in my ears.

"It seems... I only have a little time left."

"so--"

"Say goodbye to her in person..."

The howling sea breeze blew across the broken coast, carrying away the boy's last broken words.

……

It was an endless darkness, without stars or moon, and without distinction of front, back, left, or right, or north, south, east, or west.

Gray's consciousness was like a flickering bubble, rising and falling in this ocean of nothingness.

Until one moment, the bubble bursts.

The next moment, Gray opened her eyes.

She looked around in a daze, seeing messy rubble everywhere.

Not far away, the tide broke into white waves on the black reefs, and the sound of the tide and the wind mixed together, like the whimpering of a small animal.

Looking at the scenery of the rocky beach in front of her, feeling the moist sea breeze blowing on her face... a trace of confusion flashed across Gray's beautiful emerald eyes.

If the memory in my mind is not wrong, or is not re-edited by some external force.

Then, I must have sneaked into the Paradise Royal City in disguise, trying to stop my brother Rast from obtaining the holy book of ascension.

However, even though he used up all the cards he had accumulated during these three years of experience, he still lost... The loss was without a doubt.

I thought that after three years, I had completed more than one transformation... and finally caught up with my brother Last.

But now it seems that the gap between him and that young man has never been narrowed, and has even widened.

Whether it's the Sequence of Destiny or the Fool's Library... all the abilities that I have, my brother Last also has them, and he even uses them better than me.

Whether it was character, motivation, experience, or combat wisdom, he was far, far behind his brother Last...

As far as the distance between heaven and earth.

Moreover... when he was defeated, what his brother Last said clearly stated an extremely cruel fact -

In the future, the title of "Shore Keeper" will be unknown to everyone.

In other words, in the future where Brother Rast lives, the fate of the Shore Watchers organization is already doomed and will disappear in the long river of history without even leaving a name.

"So, after knowing everything and losing everything..."

"Do you still not regret your choices and your past persistence?"

The young man's questioning, which went straight to the depths of his soul, seemed to still ring in his ears, awakening him.

only--

"But, even so...Brother Rust."

"I still—"

"I dream of becoming a shore guard."

The gray-haired girl's whispers as she examined her true self vanished with the wind that broke across the rocky beach, never to be heard by anyone.

Gray stood up and explored her body.

Apart from the fact that her clothes were a little worn and covered in dust, her physical condition was better than she had previously imagined, without even a single serious injury.

Whether in her body or soul, Gray never found any shackles or restrictions that restricted her freedom.

This was a situation beyond Gray's comprehension.

According to his experience before he fell into a coma, after being defeated by his brother Last... he should have been put in shackles and handcuffs, completely losing the ability to resist.

Then, as a greeting gift or an additional sacrifice in the ascension ceremony, it was brought to the tomb keeper organization - this was the only reasonable development.

After all, both Brother Rast and the legendary gravekeeper Noah had hinted more than once before that their preciousness as holders of the unique sequence of "Destiny"... was of extremely high value to the gravekeepers.

However, at this moment, I was not bound by any shackles, but inexplicably appeared on this rocky coast.

Such confusion had just begun to arise in the gray-haired girl's heart.

But the next moment, her gaze froze.

With the help of the occasional moonlight shining through the gloomy clouds.

Gray saw a black-haired boy leaning quietly on a dark reef not far away.

Clearly, in Gray's impression, no matter when or where, Last always maintains a calm and nonchalant look that no one can see through.

Just like the battle that broke out in the Holy Scripture not long ago... no matter what kind of trump card he pulled out, Brother Last could always resolve it with ease.

The black-haired boy gave Gray the feeling of a silent deep pool. The water seemed transparent, but no matter how bright the light was, it could not illuminate the deep pool. Only pure darkness remained at the very bottom.

His composure was never shaken by external factors, no matter whether he was facing legendary figures like Cecil and Noah, or real gods.

But at this moment, with the help of the occasional light shining through the clouds, Gray clearly saw the boy's bruised and broken body and pale face without a trace of blood on the rocky beach.

Unspeakable grief and sorrow suddenly rose from Gray's heart.

Even Gray herself couldn't see the source of the intense emotion in her heart at the moment.

But driven by the immense grief in her heart, Grey could no longer care about anything else. She hurriedly ran across the rocky beach, ignoring the sharp reefs that cut her delicate skin and left bloody wounds.

And when Gray ran across the rocky beach and finally came to Rast's side and could really see his appearance.

The grief and sorrow suddenly expanded, covering the sky like a collapsing mountain, enveloping Gray's entire heart.

The boy's originally black windbreaker was completely stained red with blood. His body was covered with large and small penetrating wounds and lacerations. Each wound penetrated his flesh and crushed his internal organs.

Rather than saying that he was covered in bruises and serious injuries that were difficult to heal, it would be better to say that Last's body had already been shattered into pieces like a porcelain vase that fell from a height, but these fragments were forcibly glued together by some external force with inferior glue, and they were barely maintaining the most basic shape, that's all.

"Brother Luster..."

The girl's screams, mixed with the sea breeze, had become so distorted that even she could hardly recognize them.

Judging from previous experiences, I and my brother Last should still be in a hostile stage. We are on the different sides of the defender and the betrayer, and we should fight to the death.

But at this moment, Gray could no longer care about so many things.

She quickly leaned down, and a dazzling light shone in her emerald green eyes.

In an instant, distorted time lingered between Gray's fingers.

She mobilized the power of "fate" without any restrictions, and then acted on the young man in front of her.

"Time flows backwards."

Even with such a serious injury, as long as he could reverse the flow of Brother Last's body with the power of fate... and let this body go back to the time point when it was not injured, then Brother Last would no longer be in critical condition, but would recover to the most perfect state of recovery.

It should be... like this.

The vast time turned into a rushing river, constantly surging around Rast, setting off huge waves.

But the boy's figure was like a reef, standing still in the face of the raging tide.

The power of destiny, which had always been in Gray's control, was empty when it washed over Last, just like no matter how sharp a sword was, it was impossible to cut through an illusion.

Time roars and fate stirs.

But the damaged and broken human figure did not show any improvement at all.

Even Rast's thin figure with a blood-stained windbreaker and skin without a trace of blood, in Gray's eyes, had an indescribable sense of illusion.

It's like a night-blooming cereus reflected in the water.

There is clearly light and shadow, but it is so illusory and vague that it will be completely shattered by just a ripple.

"Don't waste your energy, Gray."

"My own body is quite special. As the master of the Fool's Library...time and fate-related abilities cannot take effect on me."

On the reef, Last struggled to open his eyes, looked at his bruised and broken body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Come to think of it, he really looks miserable."

"The image I've painstakingly cultivated in front of you for so many years has been completely destroyed in one fell swoop... I'm afraid I'm no longer as mysterious and in control of everything as I was before."

"But it's a good feeling."

As if to save his last bit of energy, the boy gently closed his eyes.

A faint whisper drifted away on the sea breeze.

"After all, it's very tiring to constantly wear a false mask and maintain the most appropriate and appropriate posture in front of outsiders."

"I can occasionally drop all my disguises and defenses like I am now, reveal my truest self without any disguise, and live in this world..."

“I feel a long-lost sense of relaxation, as if I’m back in Canaan.”

Last could feel that his sense of existence was rapidly fading, and he was being stripped from this world in some irreversible way, heading towards the right time point.

As a night traveler, no matter whether this is a projected copy constructed by the night world or real history, Last is an intruder who does not belong to this era.

The echoes of this history had already ended, and he should have left the night world and returned to the living world long ago... but not long ago, the old man forcibly interrupted this process, allowing him to stay in this world beyond his time limit.

And now, with the disappearance of the sun's fire, the previously interrupted separation process will naturally be restarted.

"Sorry, Grey."

"It seems that I can't accompany you to the end."

"The road ahead can only be walked by you alone..."

Luster's words were calm.

This is the end of the journey.

There is no tomorrow, and no from now on.

Even if this wasn't a replica projection but real history, and Rast could return to the Sixth Epoch through the echoes of history... no one could predict the cycle and pattern of the appearance of the echoes of history, let alone when Rast and Gray would meet again.

Maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years.

Or maybe this separation is a separation between life and death, and the world will change dramatically.

So, in this final time, Rast took off all his disguises.

His words lacked the depth and mystery of the past, but instead revealed a gentleness that Gray had never heard before.

pat-

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Warm liquid fell on Rast's face, and the sound of the wind was accompanied by tearful sobs.

"Is it tears or blood?"

Rast didn't open his eyes, but just reached out and stroked his cheek.

"No matter which one you say, it's a bit embarrassing. You are the new generation of shore guardian, destined to become a role model for many, even a leader who can be relied upon... and no longer the little girl who can cry in the arms of her elders."

"Cowardice and weakness can only be expressed in a corner where no one is around. When in front of outsiders, you should always maintain a confident and dignified appearance."

"Little Gray, you are a symbol of hope. If that symbol of hope collapses, who knows how many people will panic and fall into the abyss of despair."

"so--"

He paused for a moment, wiping away the tears that had yet to dry: "I wish it were rain."

"A warm rain."

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PS: The second update is scheduled at 12 o'clock sharp. I finally finished writing this plot.
(End of this chapter)