Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"That's fine." Yan Huan nodded, then put her hand on the table.

“Please come closer to me, you’re too far away,” Aglaia reminded her.

"?"

Didn't you sit far away by yourself?

"Then please move over a bit more."

"..."

Chapter 1175 I'll Promise You

"All right."

Aglaia murmured to Yan Huan beside her:

"Please close your eyes, then place your left hand on the table, raise your forearm, palm facing forward, fingers slightly spread..."

"That's it, very good."

In the darkness, Yan Huan suddenly felt someone holding her hand.

"?"

He squinted slightly and saw Aglaia reach out and hold his hand tightly, feeling a warmth emanating from her.

Please close your eyes.

"Ok."

Yan Huan obediently closed her eyes.

Golden threads wrapped around their fingertips and wrists, emitting a faint glow.

"Yes, please don't move."

Aglaia whispered:

"Let me make up for my belated self-introduction. I am [Kin-Weave] Agrea, the alteration master of Ohma, and one of the [Golden Blood] of Onfaros."

"Thanks to the trust of my comrades, I will temporarily take charge of the Golden Descendants' operations."

"Although my main job is to weave beautiful clothes, in my private time, my favorite place is this bathhouse."

Ultimately, clothing is a barrier, concealing a person's body and mind...

"But here, we can let go of our pretenses; the flowing water will bring us closer."

"Now you can open your eyes."

Yan Huan slowly opened her eyes and found that her hand was being held, with golden threads wrapped around it.

"What's the use?"

"When you said clothes were a barrier, I thought you were going to confiscate my belongings under the pretext of taking off my clothes."

"Of course not. I already said, this is a 12+ game."

Aglaia was very close, and Yan Huan could feel her breath and fragrance.

"Please treat it as a ritual of communication."

“The golden threads of Meneta are entwined around you and me; they can detect the slightest wavering.”

"In this way, we cannot lie to each other."

"Really?" Yan Huan asked, "How old are you?"

"I'm sorry, I can't answer that."

"Isn't this cheating?" Yan Huan tried to pull her hand away. "You can't lie, but you can choose not to say, right?"

"Please don't be so anxious." Aglaia pressed her palm firmly against Yan Huan's hand to comfort her.

"Remaining silent is also a form of protection."

"I can also ask you in return, how old are you this year?"

"Two or three years old?" Yan Huan tilted her head.

"Hmm?" Aglaia was taken aback, her expression thoughtful.

"In your heart, you believe your age is real."

"Otherwise, why would I lie to you?" Yan Huan continued, "Then it's my turn to ask you, what did you eat for breakfast..."

"Please stop asking meaningless, trivial questions; we need to cherish our time..."

Aglaia said slowly:

"Next, I will tell you the truth about the world."

"In return, I need you to make a small promise."

"Only after this exchange is completed can I promise you both a smooth journey in Onfaros."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan was immediately stunned.

"What do you mean? What will happen if you don't promise?"

"Can you feel it?" Aglaia said softly, "The golden lines are rippling."

“It tells me that you still have some doubts about Ohmma’s sincerity, and I must dispel that concern.”

"Just now, the bath fairies told you the legend of Onpharos, but they were unwilling to reveal the cruelty beneath the legend."

Aglaia's face was filled with sorrow.

"The Titans who once ruled the world have now become the cause of the corruption of Onpharos."

“Some unknown force altered most of them, attracting anger and madness.”

"Now, the Black Tide has swept across the world, and the earth has sunk into eternal night. Only Ohma, under the protection of the Titan of the Necromancer, retains the last glimmer of light."

"The Golden Blood gathered here are the world's only hope. People regard us as heroes, guardians, and saviors..."

"People expect us to defeat the gods, seize fire, and pull the gods' authority from their thrones and bring it into the hands of mankind."

"When all the sparks are gathered, the miracle of creation will be revealed, and the shattered world will be reborn."

Aglaia looked at Yan Huan intently:

"This is Onphalus's journey to seek fire—[A group of heroes embark on a journey to slay the gods, obtain the twelve sparks of fire, and achieve the great feat of recreating the world.]"

"Huh? Chasing Fire?" Yan Huan's eyes widened.

Aglaia continued:

"We are deeply mired in chaos, and we still need to guide millions of people to the top of the mountain."

“Ohmah needs more allies to be a strong support for us.”

"Perhaps... you are the [reinforcements] that the Golden Clan is waiting for."

"Perhaps?" Yan Huan said confidently.

"What's with this uncertain tone? We're your reinforcements, okay?"

"You have no idea how many crumbling worlds we, the Nameless Ones, have saved..."

“Mm.” Aglaia listened quietly and nodded gently.

"You must have personally experienced many miracles to be able to say this without wavering."

"Perhaps I was a little too hasty..."

“But for Onphalus, I am willing to try.”

"I have opened my heart to you. Now, I only ask you to make a promise."

Aglaia's expression was serious.

"Please promise me: under no circumstances should you reveal the existence of the [Outer Heavens] to the citizens."

"Why?" Yan Huan was somewhat confused.

If these Titan bodies are really that difficult to defeat, I was planning to call in reinforcements from other worlds.

The reinforcements from the Genius Club and the Immortal Boat Alliance are no joke.

And then there's Interstellar Peace Corporation... I'm sure they'd be happy to lay the foundation stone for the Amber King at Pinocchio.

“Because time is running out in Ohmma, I don’t want to give people false hope…the world has been deeply hurt by it.”

Can you grant my request?

Yan Huan was somewhat reluctant to agree to Aglaia's words.

At a time like this, keeping it from the public is completely pointless.

If Onfaros really is doomed, maybe they can call a spaceship to take these residents away.

"You mean, we're going to have to rely on just the few of us to deal with those Titans?"

Yan Huan asked:

"If we had more help..."

“I understand what you mean,” Aglaia said softly. “If it really comes to the worst, I will reveal it to the people.”

"But before that, please grant my request."

“Okay.” Yan Huan nodded. “I have a feeling that we might actually be able to handle it on our own.”

These Golden Descendants all seem to be talented individuals, and there's also that 'Tripartite Oracle,' which mentions relying on the Golden Descendants to solve problems.

It shouldn't need the assistance of other forces, right?

“In that case, the agreement is fulfilled.” Aglaia released Yan Huan’s hand.

"Thank you... Yan Huan."

"If this ceremony made you uncomfortable, I apologize."