Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 715 The Agreement

The sky in the reversed world is always that oppressive gray hue, with inverted mountains and distorted city silhouettes appearing and disappearing on the horizon, and a faint sense of decay and negative energy permeating the air.

Tang Zijun took the lead, with Shiyao floating beside her, her face equally gloomy. This fallen magical girl from the shadow world exuded a low pressure that kept strangers at bay. Her delicate face was taut, and even the light around her seemed to dim, as if she were surrounded by a small, moving thundercloud.

Tang Zijun glanced at her, then glanced at her again; the intense resentment she felt was so strong it seemed to drip water.

He finally couldn't help himself, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and mockery.

"Alright, alright..."

He drawled, "So what if I let you stay at Fang Xin's place (the Dragon Group's base in the wasteland world) for a few more days? The Dragon Group is just starting out, everything needs to be built, technical breakthroughs, equipment debugging, personnel training... every single one of these requires your help." "Expert in charge? Are you making a big deal out of it? Like someone owes you millions."

"Hmph!" Shi Yao exhaled a cold, shadowy breath from his nose, rolling his eyes so wide they almost popped out of his head. "Commander Tang makes it sound so easy. So you don't actually live in that...that filthy place, with excessive radiation, air thick with metallic dust and the smell of engine oil, where even the water reeks of rust, right?!"

With each word she spoke, her voice rose a notch, until it was almost clenched through gritted teeth. "Me, a dignified Shadow Maiden, noble and elegant, and you make me work as a technician in a place like that? And for days longer than that?! That's three whole wasteland months! My Shadow skirt is practically glowing fluorescent green from the radiation!"

Tang Zijun turned her head helplessly, glanced at her, and tried to reason with her. "Hey, Zhang Wei and the others are also Earthlings, how come they can persevere? And they're working so hard."

Shi Yao immediately reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice becoming shrill. "Nonsense! He's a tree person! A tree! Person! He can live as long as his roots are in the soil, he likes the smell of engine oil, he sees radioactive dust like he sees PM2.5, how can he be the same?!"

Tang Zijun's lips twitched, and she subconsciously replied, "Aren't you still a shadow? Shouldn't shadows prefer dark and damp places... uh..."

Before he could finish speaking, he knew things were going to go wrong.

really!

Shi Yao's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and a dense shadow power surged and churned around her.

"Tang! Zi! Jun! What! Mean! You! Mean!?!"

Her voice trembled with anger, her slender fingers almost poking Tang Zijun's visor. "What's wrong with a shadow? Can't a shadow be clean and pretty? Can't a shadow breathe fresh air? This is discrimination! Blatant form discrimination!"

Tang Zijun quickly raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I was wrong, you are the most noble and elegant..."

But Shi Yao was clearly still angry. She crossed her arms and scrutinized Tang Zijun with the look of someone examining a criminal. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her eyes turned extremely dangerous, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Heh... I think you did it on purpose, deliberately sending me away and leaving me in that wretched place so that you and Tan Zhixin could stay in Black City..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, each one laced with a sour jealousy and a smug "I've seen through everything" attitude.

"...So you want to enjoy your time alone, huh? No one to bother you, romantic moments under the moon and flowers, your love blossoming..."

"Stop! Stop!" Tang Zijun almost choked on her own saliva, her expression a mix of laughter and tears, and she quickly waved her hands. "No!"

Don't slander me! With a formidable enemy at hand, the Old Ones lurking in the shadows, and nightmares hanging over my head, ready to strike at any moment, how could I possibly have time for romance? Do you think I'm like you, always thinking about nonsense?

He wanted to explain, but these words only added fuel to the fire!

Shi Yao suddenly jumped up, pointed at Tang Zijun's nose, and her voice trembled. "Oh—!!!"

"So you mean... if there are no nightmares," then you're all set, right? You can then indulge in romantic moments with Xin'er without restraint, right? Fine, Tang Zijun, I knew you'd been plotting this all along! I..." She was so angry that she became incoherent, and the shadows around her began to coalesce into dangerous spikes.

Tang Zijun felt his head was spinning. Reasoning with a woman, especially a jealous one, was an impossible task. Just as he was about to continue arguing, he caught a glimpse of a familiar, imposing figure exuding the aura of the vast ocean on the distant horizon.

"Poseidon!" Tang Zijun suddenly interrupted her, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

reinforcement!

He spoke as quickly as if he were fleeing for his life. "Business is more important! We'll talk about it later!"

Before the last syllable had even faded, Tang Zijun's figure had already transformed into a ghostly light tearing through space, her trembling fingertips reaching for the void only brushing against a cold stream of air.

"Tang Zijun! Explain yourself! You can forget about it—" Her roar was torn apart by the strange wind of the reversed world.

Before she finished speaking, Tang Zijun's figure vanished instantly, tracing a dark blue arc under the gray sky. As if teleporting, she took a step and landed steadily in front of the Ocean God, who held a trident and had flowing sea-blue hair.

Three hundred meters away, the sleeves of the sea god's robe billowed like waves.

The moment Tang Zijun's figure solidified, the abyss emblem between Poseidon's brows flickered intensely.

"You've come." The sea god's voice pressed down on the deep sea's undercurrents.

Tang Zijun's figure appeared in front of Poseidon in an instant. He glanced at Shiyao, who was sulking and surrounded by swirling shadows in the distance, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. But he quickly suppressed all his distracting thoughts. The sea god in front of him was the key.

Poseidon's deep, abyss-like eyes fell on Tang Zijun, especially on the Chaos Core at his waist that was slowly rotating and exuding a cold, abyssal aura. A hint of understanding and an indescribable complexity flashed in his eyes.

"It seems..." Poseidon's voice echoed like the deep sea, carrying a profound and all-knowing wisdom. "...The murky sea of ​​the Dream Realm has returned to its clear state. You... have found your abyss."

Tang Zijun did not deny it, and nodded slightly. "It can be considered... that one of the problems has been solved."

He didn't bother to elaborate on the perils of devouring the slumbering lord of the deep sea, cutting straight to the heart of the matter. "I've come this time for that promise."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, staring directly at Poseidon.

"Your pact with the Mirror God... is also related to those Great Old Ones," he paused, then added, "or rather, to their eradication."

Poseidon's azure divine form appears exceptionally solemn against the distorted backdrop of the Reverse World.

There was no immediate reply; instead, a faint yet pure blue ripple spread out, temporarily dispelling the surrounding gloomy atmosphere.

"Yes...no."

Poseidon's voice carried a divine sense of judgment.

"Cleansing those distorted variants born from the accumulation of negative energy" is indeed a necessary step to maintain stability in the dream world and even in reality. The gods... need capable beings to carry out this... less-than-honorable task.

His gaze was directed into the distance, as if piercing through the barrier of the inverted world, and he saw the eccentric deity who wandered between reflection and reality.

"The mirror...itself is the embodiment of some kind of negative energy," not filth, but...the emptiness of reflection, the paradox of imitation, and the distorted reality that carries...a form of "reverse entropy," possessing an understanding of the essence of negative energy that we "positive deities" can hardly attain...and a certain degree of affinity."

Poseidon looked at Tang Zijun, a profound meaning in his eyes. "Handling those polluted aggregates (referring to the Great Old Ones) that also originated from negative energy but have descended into utter chaos and madness, is theoretically... the most suitable and likely way to find a method of 'eradicating' rather than 'transferring' the pollution. This is one of the core aspects of the agreement."

Tang Zijun's eyes flickered slightly; this explanation confirmed part of his guess.

The essence of the Mirror God's power is indeed the same as that of the Great Old Ones, but different in nature. One is "ordered nothingness/paradox", while the other is "disordered madness/distortion". With her taking action, she might be able to directly target the core of the pollution.

But Tang Zijun immediately thought of another key point, a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Why not Hades?" His voice was tinged with doubt. "Hades is the ruler of the underworld, in charge of death and the destination of souls. His realm is the place where the greatest negative energy in the real universe is channeled and settled. Isn't there... a way to control the aggregation of negative energy? Shouldn't he... be the most suitable candidate?"

When Hades is mentioned, for the first time, a clear, heavy, and somewhat helpless expression appears on Poseidon's eternally calm face. He is silent for a moment, as if recalling an ancient era that has been sealed away, filled with the smoke of war and betrayal.

"Hades..." Poseidon's voice deepened, like a boulder sinking into the deep sea, "...He was busy dealing with Cronus at the time."

Cronus, the second-generation king of the gods, father of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, was a Titan who was imprisoned in the abyss of Tartarus after being overthrown.

"The war of the gods... was far longer, more complex, and far more far-reaching than mortals could imagine." Poseidon's tone carried the chilling afterglow of the divine war. "When we joined forces to overthrow Cronus and imprison him forever in the abyss... His resentful will, filled with the ambition for destruction and the reversal of time... never truly subsided."

"Hades' underworld is the front line for imprisoning the remnants of the Titans and suppressing the erosion of Cronus' will; it's a battlefield older and more direct than the dream world." Poseidon's gaze sharpened. "When the dream world was first created and the problem of accumulating negative energy began to emerge, Hades... he was simply overwhelmed; his authority, his power, all his energy..."

All must focus on ensuring that Cronus cannot break free of his cage, and ensuring that the ancient Titan power, capable of upending time and space... will not once again overthrow Olympus.

The sea god's voice carried a subtle mix of respect and helplessness. "Therefore... the responsibility of cleansing the filth of the dream world... can only be borne by us other gods... and special allies like the Mirror. Hades... He guards the deeper, more deadly abyss."

Tang Zijun fell silent. He understood that the gods were not monolithic, nor were they omniscient or omnipotent.

While confronting secondary threats like the Great Old Ones, they also face ancient and powerful enemies within their ranks capable of overthrowing their divine thrones. Hades' absence is not out of indifference, but rather because he bears a heavier and more unknown responsibility of protection.

Tang Zijun's voice was low and refocused. "But besides Hades... there's more than one lord of the underworld on Earth, right? Does that mean all the death gods in the divine realms are in trouble?"

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