Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 310 The Night Before the Storm
The night is as deep as ink.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, lapped against the hull of the steel behemoth.

The major events on Nathan Island were quickly brought to the attention of Behemoth, who was constantly monitoring the island's movements.

Should we act now?

Gade carefully read the message from his subordinate, then turned to look at Ron:
"Once these superhumans are gathered together, it will become very troublesome to take them down."

"Earlier? No, no. Wouldn't it be better to have them all together?"

Ron opened a bottle of red wine and looked very happy:
"Just like herding scattered sheep into a single pen, our butcher's knife will be more precise, leaving no 'important target' unscathed."

He took an elegant sip of his wine and smiled cruelly:
"Imagine what the rest of the rabble can do when we crush their leaders with overwhelming force and display overwhelming power? What can they do but kneel on the ground, trembling and begging for our 'mercy'?"

Gade took the glass, sniffed the aroma, and nodded.

He despised Ron, this spoiled brat, and his foolish, inflammatory remarks.

But this time, he did agree with Ron's opinion.

Or rather, this is a 'historical fact' that their ancestors verified with blood and gunfire in countless colonizations and conquests.

Attacking a fortress is like cracking a hard egg; once the outer shell is broken, the inside is a delicious yolk that you can take as much as you want.

The only question is whether they, Behemoth, truly possess the hammer capable of shattering the hard-shelled egg that is Nathan Island with a single blow.

The strong liquor slid down my throat, bringing a burning warmth.

Gade squinted, looking at the brightly lit aircraft carrier deck.

Eighty menacing fighter jets of various types, like dormant eagles, lay silently at rest, their metal surfaces gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Below deck, three thousand elite special forces soldiers armed to the teeth and more than two hundred extraordinary soldiers injected with enhancement agents were ready to go.

Furthermore, a large number of powerful and unpredictable individuals have gathered.

To ensure everything went smoothly, they specially equipped high-risk and high-rarity targets like Nathan Guard with special weapons tailored to their abilities.

No matter how cautious Gade was, in such an overwhelming power disparity, he couldn't imagine that the isolated Nathan Island had even the slightest chance of turning the tide.

at the same time,

Nathan Palace Inner Chambers!

Of the nine Nathan guards sent out to relay the orders, only six returned.

Alfonso, Marcelo, and Besdia did not return.

"Ahem... that's roughly how it is."

Elijah sat on the throne that had once belonged to the queen, smoking one cigarette after another. He looked exhausted, yet with a strange calm that came from having made a desperate decision. He explained his original plan to his companions.

Anyway, with Mo Yu's interference and his unexpected rise to kingship, it all made a difference.

No matter how things develop, he can easily achieve his original goal:
First, completely destroy the core of the divine tree and never let it fall into Behemoth's hands.

Secondly, try to save as many people as possible, especially his companions and Linason.

Upon hearing this, some frowned in confusion, some remained silent, and some had complex expressions.

Most people still cannot understand, let alone agree with, Elijah's almost rebellious and blasphemous ideas!
But now, Elijah is the king.

Wei is absolutely loyal to the king and cannot disobey the king's orders.

People like Elijah, who possessed such a strong personal will as a 'guardian' and continued to act secretly in their own way even after learning that the king would not accept it, are extremely rare and exceptional individuals.

Although I was very unhappy, I couldn't say anything.

Elijah actually found this feeling quite enjoyable.

Having said everything that was weighing on my mind, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and became incredibly relaxed.

"Phew... Alright, I've explained everything I needed to."

Elijah stubbed out his cigarette and rose from his throne:
"Everyone, disperse and get a good night's rest. Tomorrow... no, perhaps later today, there's a tough battle to fight. Nobody knows if they'll have another chance to sleep peacefully after that."

That's what they say, but a powerful enemy is pressing in, and enemy troops are at the city gates.

Who can truly sleep soundly without a care in the world at such a critical juncture?
Elena, the only one in the Nathan Guard who is not good at fighting, possesses the special ability to soothe the emotions of others.

After leaving the inner palace, she did not return to her residence, but wandered alone through the cold and quiet corridors of the palace.

Looking up at the sparse stars and moon, her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall of moonlight. In a simple white dress, her slender figure and delicate temperament were accentuated by the cold moonlight, like a white rose that could easily wither in the wind and rain.

As non-combatants, yet possessing an exceptionally strong sense of responsibility, the pressure they bear at this moment far exceeds that of combatants who will be fighting a life-or-death battle tomorrow!

If she were a combatant, she would only have one life at most, and the battle would be over!
To fight a glorious battle before dying, and to end like a hero—how exhilarating!

But she can't.

She was not afraid of death, nor was she afraid of sacrificing herself for Nathan.

With her limited combat skills, going to the battlefield would be a complete waste, and she would likely only drag her comrades down with her.

Originally, when the King received the power of the divine tree to strengthen and bless Nathan, she could also use her own abilities to alleviate the pain and mental burden the King was enduring.

But now... the core of the Divine Tree is engaged in a perilous and unpredictable mutual devouring with the God of War.

It's highly likely that we won't be able to borrow the power of the Divine Tree for tomorrow's battle.

The only area where she could contribute her strength is gone.

“Clearly…we were all Nathan Guards, and we all swore an oath to be kings and to give our lives for Nathan under the sacred tree…”

Elena murmured softly, utterly powerless.

"But why... in tomorrow's battle that will decide Nathan's fate, when everyone else is fighting a bloody war, can't I even think of what I can do..."

Unknowingly.

Elena's steps inexplicably stopped in front of a tightly closed door—

Mo Yu's room!
Even she herself couldn't explain why she had unconsciously walked here.

A deep sense of confusion flickered in his eyes, which were as clear as autumn water.

After hesitating for a moment, her slender white fingers curled slightly, but she finally raised them, about to knock on the door.

"Squeak~"

But at that moment the door suddenly swung open inwards.

Her hand, which was about to knock on the door, awkwardly froze in mid-air.

Soft light streamed in from inside the door, illuminating the scene inside the room.

That young man, whose strength was excessively powerful, had now shed his black Taoist robe and was only wearing a black vest and shorts, which outlined his well-defined muscles.

He was sitting cross-legged in a chair, flipping through some book.

Elena's heart skipped a beat. She stepped inside, naturally closing the door behind her to shut out the outside noise.

She walked gracefully to Mo Yu's side, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the book in his hand.

At a glance, one could roughly tell that this was a book of dark magic, and it seemed to be the one Stephen had given to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu closed the book, turned to look at her, and his gaze held a hint of scrutiny.

Under his gaze, Elena felt slightly nervous, her fair hands instinctively gripping the hem of her skirt.

Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to answer Mo Yu's question about her late-night visit without seeming abrupt. However, Mo Yu didn't pay any attention to that at all, and instead asked a question she had never considered before:
How well are you fluent in both Chinese and English?

"Eh?"

Elena paused slightly, then answered instinctively:

"Um, I guess... I guess it's alright. As for the HSK, I passed level six."

HSK, the Chinese Proficiency Test, had its highest level at level 6 in 2016.

However, Elena's statement that it was "not bad" was not just modesty.

After all, the Chinese language is profound and extensive, especially in the circle of people who delve into the secrets of ancient books. Even if you are an academician of the Chinese Language, no one would dare to say that they have completely mastered it.

After all, classical Chinese is a huge pitfall!

Mo Yu moved the chair around with some difficulty to make room, then casually flicked his finger, and a low stool slid behind Elena.

"sit."

Elena sat down as instructed, her posture elegant.

Then, Mo Yu pushed the heavy black magic book in front of her.

"Stephen's cursive handwriting looks like gibberish, and it's mixed with a lot of old-fashioned expressions from the last century... It gives me a headache."

There was nothing he could do. Although he had tried very hard to awaken his long-dormant memories, his English grades back then were never very good, not to mention that he hadn't used it for many years and had long forgotten them.

Although with his superior level of comprehension, he could probably guess most things just by looking at the pictures.

But he didn't really want to learn this stuff; he wanted to apply what he learned to other areas, to learn from others' experiences, and to use this dark magic to enrich his knowledge and inspire his own creativity.

The spell itself is not important; what matters is the underlying philosophy that Stephen embodies.

And these things are hidden in these densely packed English words.

Perhaps, in some inconspicuous corner, a seemingly casual conjecture or footnote can enlighten him and make him realize the truth on the spot!
Elena looked at the books laid out in front of her, then turned to look at Mo Yu, who seemed slightly expectant. His pure eyes, clear and unassuming, devoid of any lust, made her fall silent for a moment.

It even made her feel ashamed of her earlier thoughts!

'Has playing the role of a socialite for too long corrupted my mind?'

Elena gave a self-deprecating, bitter smile.

He took out a pen and began translating for Moyu word by word.

The explanations were extremely meticulous, not only striving for accuracy but also detailing the thought process, the ambiguity of words in different contexts, and the unique word usage habits of the era.

As her soft, melodious voice filled the quiet room, a wonderfully pleasant rose fragrance emanated from her, seemingly having a calming and soothing effect.

This is Elena's unique ability, which she is currently using to assist Mo Yu, allowing him to enter a better state of deep learning.

Under Elena's patient and insightful guidance, Mo Yu not only quickly recalled the English knowledge he had long forgotten, but also learned to apply it to other situations in a very short time, making rapid progress in his comprehension skills.

It even gave him a misconception.

I actually have a real talent for languages. The reason I failed the course back then was entirely because the instructors were incompetent and couldn't help me.

If her English teacher back then had been replaced by Elena for one-on-one personalized tutoring, Mo Yu felt that with some effort, she would still have a chance to get into Tsinghua or Peking University.

After all, among all his subjects back then, English was the worst.

In this way, one teaches diligently, and the other focuses on learning.

Mo Yu spent the entire night "tutoring" Elena in English, gaining a lot and making great strides in her understanding of the Black Magic Book.

Until a drone flew overhead and started blaring a loudspeaker, disturbing the residents:

"Attention to those who understand! Evacuation points are ready, accepting only fellow countrymen! No one is required, it's all voluntary! Repeat, no one is required, it's all voluntary!"

"The red signal in the air to the northeast marks the evacuation point! Time is limited, please hurry! This is a rare opportunity, don't miss it!"

Elena's hand holding the pen suddenly paused, and a drop of thick ink quickly spread across the page, like an ominous ink chrysanthemum.

Only then did she belatedly raise her head and look out the window—

Its daybreak!

War is imminent!
Mo Yu casually took the pen from her trembling hand and slowly capped it.

Elena lowered her head, biting her lower lip lightly, her voice trembling as she asked anxiously:
"Mr. Mo Yu, what are Nathan's chances of winning this battle?"

"Ah……"

Mo Yu stood up, stretched lazily, and her joints made a series of soft cracking sounds.

"On its own, Nathan Island might... well, have a two-tenths chance of winning."

Elena's heart sank to the bottom.

“However,” Mo Yu’s tone shifted, his smile radiating an air of unparalleled confidence and arrogance, “if you include me, you can make up the remaining 98%!”

With a wave of his hand, the black Taoist robe fell into his grasp.

He was about to casually drape it over himself.

Just as he was about to put it on, a soft, slightly cool little hand gently climbed up his arm and took the robe from him.

Mo Yu glanced at her but said nothing, letting Elena dress him and carefully smooth out every wrinkle on his clothes.

A fragrant breeze wafts over me, and soft jade embraces me.

Elena's breath brushed against Mo Yu's ear as she whispered:

"Please...make sure you return safely. Elena will be here, waiting to continue translating the remaining chapters for you."

If you're interested, I can also teach you French, Latin, Spanish, Russian... I'm fairly proficient in all the major languages.

"Tsk, I don't want to learn so many languages, it's exhausting."

Mo Yu, however, shook his head, oblivious to any romantic sentiment.

Now that he doesn't have to go to school or take exams, who would want to learn so many languages?

"Then...can you teach me instead?"

Elena blinked her large, watery eyes, her gaze filled with tenderness, passion, and unbridled passion:
"I am very, very interested in the Chinese language spoken in that ancient and mysterious country you live in!"

She emphasized the last two words.

Mo Yu's lips twitched slightly.

It can only be said that Western women are indeed much bolder and more open than Eastern women, passionate and straightforward, to the point that this little Eastern Taoist priest was somewhat at a loss for words.

Are you interested in the Chinese language?
You're clearly after my body, you're despicable!

"Alright. Come to my room again tonight, and I'll personally teach you 'in-depth' Chinese pronunciation and mouth shapes."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yu's figure vanished like a wisp of smoke, leaving only a single sentence in the air.

Elena stared blankly at the empty room.

After a long while, she slowly closed her eyes, her cheek gently pressed against the spot where Mo Yu had just stood, as if she could still feel his lingering warmth.

A warm current flowed through my heart, bringing me an unprecedented sense of peace.

"Clearly... I'm the one with the ability to soothe. But in the end, it was you who soothed me..." she murmured softly, with a hint of dependence and admiration.

(End of this chapter)