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Chapter 281. Listening to the Rain (4)

"Om——"

A deep, resonant hum came from the depths of the void, and golden ripples spread out like the tide, carrying an ancient and majestic power.

Wherever it passed, it was devastating. Those twisted human-faced tadpoles didn't even have time to utter a cry before they shattered inch by inch in the golden light, turning into countless specks of light.

Jinbo slowly advanced, passing over the girl who was scorched and torn apart by the ghostly blue flames.

The light flowed over her mutilated limbs, like a warm cocoon, gently enveloping her.

She could no longer feel her limbs; she could only tilt her head back, letting tears silently stream down her face. Her trembling pleas almost vanished in the golden ripples:

"Please... let me die..."

Golden light swept across her eyes, and within the light, a phantom of the past gradually emerged—an ordinary yet bright afternoon before the apocalypse.

Mom smiled broadly during the video call, her eyes crinkling as she chattered on and on:

"My little one will be on holiday soon. Mom has saved lots of delicious food for you. We'll eat together when you come back..."

At that moment, memories flooded back. She remembered everything that happened afterward—the apocalypse suddenly descended, and she, who had only awakened a low-level talent, was forced to sell herself for quick money.

The girl painstakingly saved up enough for the exorbitant highway toll and finally embarked on her journey home, only to find at home the remains of a carcass devoured by the polluted species and a pile of scraps of flesh.

She didn't even get to see her father, mother... one last time.

And now, bathed in this warm golden light, time seems to flow backward.

In that afternoon of the illusion, the girl suddenly got up, grabbed her phone, and ran towards the high-speed rail station.

...This time, Nannan finally came home.

"Om - hum -"

Golden light rippled outwards like waves, and wherever it touched, the monsters were all reduced to scattered fragments of light. Those who were entangled in blue flames and suffering unbearable pain slowly closed their eyes in this light, a relieved and peaceful smile appearing on their lips, and gradually melted into the golden glow.

Those unaffected by the blue flames remained untouched by the golden light. They stood frozen, their eyes gleaming at the golden glow, all gazing towards the center of the lake.

The figure holding a black broom and wearing a hood.

The wide hood obscured her face, and only her long, dark hair could be vaguely seen floating underwater, rippling silently like an undercurrent.

She floated quietly in the center of the lake, her whole body seemingly bathed in light, like the moon sinking to the bottom of the water, hazy yet shining brightly.

Contrary to the aloof and ethereal image in everyone's eyes, Jiang Jianxin was completely bewildered at this moment.

Having used the Tangguang Sword for a long time and gotten used to its understated white sword aura, I never expected its special effects to be so gorgeous when I fought with the black staff for the first time.

She simply infused her spiritual energy, intending to unleash a most ordinary sword move, but unexpectedly, it read her mind and changed her directional sword technique into a golden wave that rippled outwards in all directions.

The golden light was vast, but it was nothing like the sharp, fierce, and murderous aura she had expected. Its speed was much slower, its atmosphere gentle and mild, seemingly soft and bright, but in reality, it contained a kind of deathly aura that was almost majestic.

Where the golden light passes, nothing is destroyed by force, but rather dissolves naturally in the light.

Jiang Jianxin only felt after reading it—

It's so easy to use! It's incredibly easy to use!

Although it is a stick, it is also a stick that can cut through iron like mud.

This idiom might not be the most appropriate to describe a stick, but Jiang Jianxin really couldn't think of a more fitting word to describe it.

The dissolved rain of light rose up and disappeared into the air. She suddenly heard many chanting-like sounds all around her:

"thank you……"

"Ode to deathly silence..."

"Praise be to the silence..." "Thank you..."

"..."

The noises were numerous and chaotic, and Jiang Jianxin's ears hurt from the noise. She thought something was wrong in the contaminated area, so she gripped the black stick tightly and cautiously looked around.

I didn't see any newly born monsters, but I did see a line of words suddenly appear in my mind:

【Death Scythe (1.01/3)】

Jiang Jianxin: “?”

She remembered the first time she received the black stick; the number that appeared there was 1/3.

Before the apocalypse, Jiang Jianxin had read a lot of novels. In those novels, such numbers meant one-third – that is, she only got a portion, and the Death Scythe had two parts left outside.

She needs to find two more fragments to synthesize the Grim Reaper's Scythe artifact.

However, now, the number before the slash suddenly jumps to... 1.01?

Jiang Jianxin frowned, sensing that things were not so simple.

She stammered, her intuition telling her:

What's going on? I only got one-third of the artifact; aren't there still two fragments I haven't collected?

【…】

Intuition was somewhat silent.

It replied slowly after a long pause:

[Last time Yin Ju suggested uninstalling the Red Persimmons free novel app from our phones... Did you not uninstall it, and then secretly read it again?]

Jiang Jianxin lowered his eyes guiltily, gripped the black stick tightly, and stubbornly remained silent.

[You believe in things from novels too—what fragments are there?]

Intuitively, I answered:
[It's a growth-type game; 1/3 means that out of a maximum growth of 3, it has grown to 1.]

【…】

Jiang Jianxin had nothing to say.

—No wonder a 1.01 version suddenly appeared.

—So it turns out they've grown up.

You can touch the end of the stick; it should have some stubble from a sickle already grown on it.

"Intuition tells me."

Jiang Jianxin did not reach out to confirm.

She simply gazed at the scattered specks of light on the lake and said in a weary tone:

[...These novelists...how come they're writing such nonsense?]

The light rain continued to fall in abundance. Jiang Jianxin gazed at the shimmering light and suddenly caught a sharp, piercing sound of water.

She suddenly looked up and gazed at the bottom of the lake—

"Woo——"

The monster had vanished, and a dark crack had appeared in the lake water, which should have gradually returned to its clear state.

The crack expanded rapidly within seconds, and the next moment, something burst forth from it, hurtling towards her—