Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

With a loud thud, a certain unscrupulous young boy was sent flying out of the room, followed by a loud slamming of the door. Clearly, the puppeteer was quite angry with Shuoyue.

Based on my recent understanding of Sakugetsu, this guy probably already knew that she was cursed by her sister and was unable to go to Misaki City.

What a load of rubbish! It's just a joke at her head!

"If you want to become a Madagascar frog, go ahead and do it yourself! I curse you to be made into a specimen, you bastard!"

Aozaki Touko angrily punched the pillow, then buried her head in the blanket.

"Damn it, if Beo hadn't returned to the outer world before the war started..."

The door was tightly closed, and the runes shone brightly without any concealment, clearly indicating the host's intention to send the guest away.

"Ugh, she's really irritable. She even reopened my wound." Shuoyue scratched her head and got up from the ground. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to find a hotel for the night. I absolutely have to get some sleep tonight..."

At this point, Sakuyue paused slightly, suddenly recalling her conversation with Ryougi Shiki after the battle.

Why this title? Can someone explain? I'd rather stay a riddle teller (smile).

Chapter 217 The Bandaged Man and the Fairy Tale Witch

How do I obtain the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception?

Ryougi Shiki, her short sword stained with blood but her kimono spotless, smiled as she looked at the badly injured boy standing before her.

"Hehe...Shuyue-kun is really direct, aren't you? We're enemies, you know?"

“It’s just a difference in perspective, Ms. Ryougi Shiki.” Sakuzuki endured the numbness in her abdomen, left arm, left leg, and right calf, barely managing to maintain her standing posture—the result of organ necrosis caused by Ryougi Shiki cutting her death line.

"You've already made twenty cuts so far. Even if I didn't mean to hurt you, this body is nearing its limit to break through my defenses, isn't it?"

As Sakuzuki said, although Ryougi Shiki appeared calm and collected, her violently heaving chest and trembling limbs proved that she had run out of energy.

"Miss, you don't want [Shiki] to lose her body so soon, do you?" the boy whispered devilishly.

After a moment of silence, Ryougi Shiki sheathed her short sword, clasped her hands together, and still wore a faint smile on her face: "As expected of Sakugetsu-kun, you have foreseen this moment. So, Ryougi Shiki's campaign against the Shadow of Calamity is hereby declared over."

"It's supposed to be an attack on my shadow, but apart from one fatal blow, all the others probably hit me, right?" Muttering to herself, Sakuyue relaxed her guard, only to hear Ryougi Shiki continue:

"Putting the mission aside, I admire your willingness to fight against death for what you've been entrusted with. In that case, let me tell you about the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception."

Turning around, Ryougi Shiki gradually disappeared from Sakugetsu's sight like morning dew, leaving only her voice coming slowly and steadily.

"Those who are unaware of their own wealth and have been guarding a mountain of treasures, return to your dreams at night."

"Although I don't know what you've been through to make the test look like this, this is no game. If this continues, the old man might stop testing you."

Night, trials, the old man, the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

With all four factors combined, even if Shuoyue is slow-witted, she should be able to react by now.

"I'm afraid it was around that time..."

Muttering to herself, Shuoyue summoned the Destiny Compendium and began to peruse the system logs.

When he flipped to the rewards given upon defeating the enemy, the previously tangled mess of information finally became clear before Shuoyue's eyes:

[Record condition 2 has been completed, reward obtained: "The First Valley Trial"!]

The first Hassan, the Old Man of the Mountain, the Crown Prince.

Only by ascending to the Grand rank could he possibly interfere with the records in the Destiny Compendium. However, now that the Destiny Compendium has been merged, his disguise has finally been removed, revealing the true nature of the reward.

What Shuoyue dreams of and arrives at every night is not merely a dream, but a test from the first generation of assassins!

Shuoyue stared at the record, lost in thought...

"Ughhhhh, what have I been doing?!"

Screams echoed through the sky.

Looking back at his past attitude towards this test—completely lacking a sense of responsibility for the test, initially just to vent his fighting desire, and after being taught a lesson by the three tough guys in the bushes, he started looking for unorthodox speedrun methods to complete the test…

Veteran Souls players belong to this category.

"Thinking about it this way, thank goodness King Hassan didn't come at me with his greatsword..." The mischievous boy wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Alright, it's decided. Tonight, I'll take the test seriously!"

Having made this decision, Sakuyue turned to look at Aozaki Touko's tightly closed door, sighed, and then smiled slightly:

"Although this may be the last time we meet, farewells should be clean and decisive, so let's leave it at that."

The Aozaki family's element is wind; whether it's the older or younger sister, when they part ways, they always "disappear with a gust of wind."

Saying goodbye to the 'wind' sounds silly.

The white-haired, golden-eyed boy turned and disappeared into the night.

"Well then, goodbye, Aozaki Touko."

Misaki City

—A haunted house was built on the hill.

That is an ancient legend that has been circulating in Misaki Town for a long time.

Then, just as the town modernized, the gossip was quietly redesigned.

For example, lights are turned on in abandoned houses that have been decaying for many years.

For example, countless crows constantly gather on the hill and then disappear.

Also, when it's foggy, children get lost and go missing there.

Furthermore, the strange screams coming from there late at night even alarmed the residential area... This is damaging to the reputation of a certain mage and must be corrected.

The versions of the rumors are increasing.

And so, the Western-style houses on the hill, which should have long since fallen into disrepair, began to slowly recover their vitality a few years ago.

In the very center of a hill that people avoid, hidden in a forest where even in daylight, lie ruins.

The remnants of magic that appear in fairy tales, discarded by the times.

That is--

Like a mummy, the new moon stopped and gazed at the ancient and tranquil dwelling.

The main building can accommodate about three ordinary households, and there is a courtyard surrounding it. The four corners of the courtyard are surrounded by high iron fences, with thorny vines neatly climbing on them.

Kuonji Residence.

Everyone in Misaki Town knows the witch's house on the hill.

"It's much bigger than I expected... No wonder it's the 20th century."

As if afraid of waking someone from a dream, he murmured softly, placing his hand on the entryway. Although the double doors had no keyholes, the magic of vigilance had already begun to launch a fierce attack on him.

"Clap."

The door opened, and Shuoyue shook her slightly numb hands before stepping into the mansion known as the haunted house.

The front hall was quiet and deserted. There wasn't even an electric light at the entrance; the only light source was the moonlight streaming in through the high skylight.

On nights when only the moon and stars are visible, this is the most comfortable garden.

"Hoo..." Taking a deep breath, the cool, dry air rushed into my nasal cavity and spread to my injured lungs, bringing a refreshing sensation from the inside out.

He could hear nothing but breathing, but his mind was always playing some forgotten tunes, which made him unable to resist moving his fingertips.

Only those who have played "Wahutsuki no Yoru" can understand the complex emotions of excitement and tranquility that Souki felt as she stood in this fairytale-like mansion.

Suddenly, a young girl appeared in the stairwell leading to the second floor.

In the dim light, Shuoyue couldn't see her face clearly, only her solemn black dress that resembled a nun's robe.

Unlike Kirei Kotomine's heavy tone, or Sorren Araya's melancholy, it is like a black tulip quietly blooming, swaying with a mysterious and cool fragrance.

In silence, the uninvited guest smiled and nodded slightly to the girl on the stairs.

The girl remained silent for a moment, seemingly surprised, before turning and walking away quickly.

Behind her, a terrifying enemy, clad in stark white bandages and exuding a thick aura of fantasy and an unmistakable stench of blood, began its silent pursuit of the unarmed woman. After a moment, it seemed unable to contain itself any longer and let out a shout:

"Hey, don't go! Stop right there!"

Chapter 218 Evening Bells and Breakfast

I opened my eyes and heard the distant tolling of bells.

It's a bell that can be heard every night recently, but only by listening carefully can one truly appreciate the vastness of its sound and the grandeur of its deathly silence.

Without death there is no life (sound); only through death can life be attained (sound).

This place is not the land of the living, but a deep valley and abyss, a dark place of death.

"The Valley Trial..." Shuoyue, now a shadow, murmured. In her hand was no longer the long spear constructed from her soul, but the rusty short sword that had been with her since she awoke.

While it's not too dull, if you don't use the right technique, it will become dull after cutting two or three people.

Therefore—be sure to improve before losing your weapons.

After receiving a reminder from Ryougi Shiki, Sakugetsu no longer treated the trial as a pastime. Instead, she took steady steps toward the first enemy at the entrance, a heavily armored cavalryman on horseback.

If Diarmuid had a spear in hand, with his superb spear skills, he could have pierced through the heavy cavalry with a single thrust after a brief struggle with the enemy.

But now, he has deliberately sealed away the 'external things' and turned to seeing with his eyes and solving problems with his dagger.

This is the true meaning of the trial—in the deep valley where the line between life and death is blurred, to use countless lives to search for the possibility of a single, decisive blow.

The wind swirled through the silent valley, penetrating the interior of the evening bell hanging in the clock tower, causing the ancient inscriptions to hum and the air to tremble.

Listen, for whom the bell tolls.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

A room in the Yuzhu Mansion

The door opened silently. There was no light, not even a shadow of anyone. Only a pair of clear black eyes shone with a faint magical light, allowing a certain girl to move freely in the darkness.

Looking at the 'shota' sitting in the middle of the bare room, his body bandaged and his eyes closed, the girl, who had merged with black, frowned deeply.

There are three things about Kuonji Aratsu that this witch cannot tolerate.

First, he hates humans, he's super, invincible, and hates humans (Aoko: ?).