Moe Girl Guardians

The chances of him falling in love with himself are practically zero; he'd probably want to dissect him. The fact that he could calmly bring himself to his place after hearing his own request is something no one would believe without ulterior motives.

"...The reason you failed is that you don't understand the Skywing race at all," the silver-haired girl said to Wu Feng with a helpless expression.

"You haven't given up on why you came, have you?"

"Of course," Wu Feng nodded without hesitation. He would not give up unless there was no hope left.

"Stay here for a few days, and I'll tell you why."

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"...Azriel, she has been tormented for far too long, so long that even those of us who know the truth are finding it unbearable. If possible, please help her find the answer," the silver-haired girl flew to Wu Feng, bowed slightly, and formally requested. (To be continued...)

P.S.: I'm going out for dinner with classmates tomorrow, so I'll try to write out tomorrow's amount of writing today. I'll let you know in advance if there are any delays.

Chapter 296 The War Period

"If you agree, come with me. If you refuse, just choose any place to rest in the library. It's best not to rest outside." After making her request, the silver-haired girl flew into the wooden villa without waiting for Wu Feng's reply.

The silver-haired girl's words piqued his curiosity. Having been tormented for too long, Wu Feng's understanding of the game was limited to anime. He had some knowledge of human and beast races, but almost nothing else.

The Skywing race only knew a few things: they were the sixth of the sixteen races, living above the fantasy race Abantheim; they were a god-slaying weapon created by the God of War from feathers; they were fully represented by the Eighteen Wings Council; and during the Covenant Era, they were extremely curious about the unknown. Some of their information was only understood after they obtained Jibril.

Just as the silver-haired girl said, if you want to obtain the Skywing species, you must understand them, otherwise you will have no chance. Out of curiosity, Wu Feng chose to come to the wooden villa with the silver-haired girl.

"Let me arrange a place for you to stay first." Seeing Wu Feng follow, the silver-haired girl nodded and smiled, leading him into the villa and stopping in front of a door.

“My room is right next door. Once you’ve thought it through and feel it’s suitable, come find me, and I’ll tell you about the Skywing race.” After saying that, the girl opened another door next to her and went inside.

There is no distinction between day and night on Abant, but judging from how sleepy he was, it was probably already night outside. Wu Feng thought for a moment and decided not to enter the room the girl had arranged for him, but instead went into another room.

Entering the girl's room, Wu Feng found the decor more welcoming than he had imagined, with blue and white striped walls, a soft pink comforter, and a large bed. The room was filled with a girlish ambiance.

In Wu Feng's opinion, given the battle-crazed nature of the Skywing race, it should have been simpler, which was somewhat unexpected.

"Can't wait to break into a woman's boudoir?" the girl sitting on the bed teased Wu Feng.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Seeing Wu Feng's conflicted expression, the girl chuckled twice and continued, "We, the Skywing Clan, are made of weapons created by the God of War. You should understand that, right?"

"Hmm, it seems to be a weapon created during a great war in an attempt to seize the throne of the One God, but ultimately failed."

Wu Feng's bluntness caused the girl's expression to change slightly. None of the surviving Skywing race could forget the day of their defeat; to have survived was a disgrace to them.

"The divine races waged war for the throne of the One God, a war that lasted for over twenty thousand years. Our Lord, as the God of War, continuously increased his power through these battles. By the end, around seven thousand years ago, no divine race could rival our Lord. We all firmly believe that victory will belong to our Lord."

"In the end, we lost. Not to the gods, but to the mechs, the tenth of the sixteen races, for unknown reasons..." The girl's voice lowered, her face filled with sorrow.

"Our combined attack was deflected, our lord was killed, and many of our sisters perished. Although we successfully avenged ourselves, the meaning of our existence has vanished."

"The infighting among the divine races ultimately benefited the God of Games, who had been observing from the sidelines. That coward ascended to the throne of the One God, establishing the 'Ten Covenants' to forbid the killing that would take over the world of Dispo."

Wu Feng stood opposite the girl, listening quietly. Astonishment filled his heart. She was only ranked tenth, yet she had defeated the strongest divine species.

So far, apart from the unexpected encounter with the machine armored creatures, everything has been largely as Wu Feng had anticipated. But what about Azriel's torment?

“The purpose of our creation was to help our Lord ascend the throne of the One God, which is the meaning of our existence. Now that our Lord has passed away, what meaning does our existence have?” The girl raised her head and looked directly at Wu Feng, the sadness in her eyes making him tremble.

"Thank Azriel-senpai. Without her, you wouldn't even have had the chance to meet us," the girl chuckled softly, seemingly mocking something.

"Because they had no purpose in living, they chose death. The Ten Covenants did not prohibit suicide, and after the great war, many sisters chose to commit suicide..."

"Did he choose suicide because of the death of the God of War?" Wu Feng asked, his eyes wide with shock. Because of his life circumstances, he could never imagine the consequences of suicide.

“You don’t understand,” the girl glanced at Wu Feng, then silently continued, “We were born to seize the throne of the gods, and we live to obey our lord’s commands. Without meaning in our existence, life is useless to us. It’s better to die than to live a life of emptiness.”

"But in the early stages of the suicide, Senior Azriel conveyed our Lord's final command, which became our reason for surviving."

"Search for the unknown that will defeat my master. Before the answer is found, all Skywing races are forbidden from committing suicide." A slight fluctuation appeared in the girl's eyes, and her emotions seemed to have calmed down a bit.

"The ultimate reason for our survival became our collection of books and knowledge, all in an effort to find the cause of our Lord's failure."

"Then what about Azriel's torture? Shouldn't she have the same purpose for survival as the other Skywings?" Wu Feng couldn't help but ask.

"We haven't found the answer to the problem... Six thousand years have passed, and we still haven't found the reason for our Lord's failure. Later, I learned that apart from Jibril, it was impossible for us to find the reason... We were not given that ability," the girl said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Everything is predetermined at birth. No matter how much knowledge we collect, it's useless. Our hope of finding the answer is very small. Only Jibril, the last individual given the possibility, has the hope of finding the answer."

"As time goes by, the other individuals have also lost touch with the death of our Lord and have found new meaning in their lives, but there is only one person who can never forget," the girl sighed. Even she had a much weaker concept of her deceased Lord, let alone the other Skywing races, after all, more than six thousand years had passed.

"Senior Azriel, created from the first feather of our Lord, the first winged being created in pursuit of perfection, has followed our Lord for over eighteen thousand years. If it weren't for her final dying wish, she would have been the first to commit suicide."

"Among all the Skywing species, the senior has collected the most knowledge, but still hasn't found the answer and is tormented by it constantly."

"If possible, let's help our seniors find the answer; that's the only way to subdue the Skywing race."

"You'll see Azriel's true form then, the terror of being number one." (To be continued...)

P.S.: This chapter was really hard to write...

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Chapter 297 Failure is failure, there's no why.

After learning about the history of the Skywing race at the silver-haired girl's house, Wu Feng did not immediately go to Azriel. After resting for a few days and organizing his thoughts, he discussed the matter with the girl several times before finally finalizing a plan and returning to the black cube.

Standing before the black cube, Wu Feng suddenly remembered his last visit here... It seemed... he had forgotten to ask the girl's name again...

"Meow, Little Wind took so long to launch a night raid! I thought it would come the next day! To avoid being raided, I haven't slept for several days!" Stepping into the cube, the environment was still the same as a few days ago, without any changes. Not long after he entered, the familiar voice rang out from the sky again.

"Lack of sleep is a major enemy!" Azriel flew in front of Wu Feng, clenching her little fist and saying with great dissatisfaction. She also symbolically covered her mouth with her other hand and yawned. Several books that were not yet closed floated beside her, indicating that she had been reading all night for the past few days.

"Of course I need to be prepared before coming. I can't be rejected a second time," Wu Feng said with a yawn, explaining why it had taken so long. He hadn't slept much these past few days, having been busy with research...

"Pah! I'd rather die than go back and launch a night raid!" Realizing this, Wu Feng instantly felt a pang of embarrassment. Did he look like the type to launch a night raid?

"How about we take a nap first? This time, we can let Xiao Youfeng sleep here as a special privilege," Azriel said with a tempting smile, controlling the books and putting them back in their original places.

"No thanks, I'm afraid I'll wake up and see myself in Azriel's arms..." Remembering the words that led to his rejection last time, Wu Feng refused again, even forbidding it last time. This time, it's the other way around. What kind of personality is this...?

"Waaaaah~ I was actually rejected by Little Wind!" Azriel's pretty face instantly turned sad. She quickly covered her face with her hands and pretended to cry, as if she had really been hurt.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Feng's forehead creased with worry. He repeatedly told himself, "This guy's faking it, this guy's faking it," before he could barely calm down. He then spoke formally.

"My goal this time is still to get the Skywing race to form an alliance with me."

"So, how does Little Wind plan to convince me? I already said it was impossible last time, right?" As if she had already expected it, Azriel spread her arms and floated casually near Wu Feng as she spoke.

"Are these books meant to transform the unknown into the known, and to find the reason for the God of War's defeat?" Walking to a nearby bookshelf, Wu Feng leaned on a row of books written in different languages ​​and said softly.

"...Little Youfeng has received quite a bit of information these past few days, hasn't he?" Azriel's pretty face changed slightly before returning to normal. She sat on the bookshelf Wu Feng was touching, looking down and smiling.

“That’s right. It’s all about finding the reason why the deceased master failed. He was clearly the strongest, invincible among the gods, so why did he fail? Why! Even after six thousand years, I still don’t understand. If he was the strongest, why did he fail?” As she spoke, Azriel’s tone unconsciously rose, her voice filled with sorrow and confusion.

"Is it really necessary to do this for someone who has been dead for six thousand years?" As he said this, Wu Feng kept a close eye on Azriel's reaction, ready to respond at any moment.

"What do you know!" After Wu Feng said this, an overwhelming pressure emanated from Azriel, and the bookshelves beneath her and around her were instantly blown away, with precious books flying everywhere. Her two-colored pupils were fixed on Wu Feng.

Azriel, the first Winged Being created by Ashtor, is far stronger than the other Winged Beings. Even Jibril might not be her match in her normal state.

Even though I was prepared, I was still taken aback by the intense pressure. Although Disbo was forbidden from using force, non-injury pressure was fine, and fortunately it was still within my tolerance range.

"What don't you understand?" Wu Feng calmed the shock in his heart and said as calmly as possible. He hadn't expected that Azriel, who usually acted cute, would bring so much pressure. If this were in another world, he would probably be finished in one fell swoop.

“We fought, but we were defeated,” Azriel said in a low voice, her head bowed and the oppressive aura growing stronger, as if she were venting long-suppressed emotions.

"We unleashed our strongest attack, but it was deflected. We faced destruction, and our lord perished."

"Why did we fail! Why did we lose our master! Why did we survive! Why must we find the meaning of life! Why have we survived until now as weapons of a dead master!" The voice grew louder and louder. Azriel raised her head, her two-colored pupils filled with pain. Her eyes seemed to be a little wet, but the lack of a "crying" setting made it difficult for her to vent.

Azriel's anger brought a slight smile to Wu Feng's face. So she finally said it.

The first thing he discussed with the girl was to anger Azriel. Under normal circumstances, she would not say what she was thinking and would only use other words to steer the conversation. Only when she was angry would she be able to say it, and the one who triggered this was the God of War.

"If you didn't want to live, why are you still alive?"

"...Because of the Lord's orders, we need to find out why the Lord failed," Azriel paused, then gave the answer that all the Skywing races already knew.

“That was just a task assigned to you,” Wu Feng said softly. When discussing this issue with the girl, the two had reached a consensus that the task could not be given to all Skywing species.

"The fact that the strongest attack was reflected means the mission was issued a long time ago. Why was it only issued when a Skywing committed suicide?"

"..." Azriel's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything, nor did she have anything to refute.

During the period following the end of the God War, the Winged Race experienced its most painful period. Without purpose, without a master, and with no meaning in life, Winged Race members continued to commit suicide by piercing their bodies with all their might, causing her even greater pain. She was the first Winged Race member and the older sister to all the Winged Race members. She did not want them to suffer like this, so she issued the mission...

"Because you didn't want them to die, that's why you've survived until now, right? If that's the case, why ask why you've survived until now?"

"You wanted your Skywing companions to survive, and they needed your existence, which is why you've survived until now."

"...So what...Aside from the deceased's mission, we still don't know why we live. Is it really necessary to live like this..." A strange emotion flashed in Azriel's eyes as she continued.

"Mission: Find out what the unknown caused the God of War's defeat."

"Then I can give you the answer right now." A strange look flashed across Wu Feng's face. Why did he fail? Did he even need to think about that?

"If you fail, you fail. There's no reason why." (To be continued...)

P.S.: I thought I could get back on time, but someone was late, and we waited for hours before it finally started… I didn't get home until 11 pm.

terribly sorry!!

Chapter 298 A One in Ten Thousand Possibility

“…There’s no reason why,” Azriel’s bicolor pupils contracted, her voice filled with disbelief and skepticism.

"Why do we need to ask why we failed?" Wu Feng countered. Battles are inherently unpredictable; is it even necessary to ask such a question?

“Why not? Our Lord is the strongest divine being. No one in this world can defeat him. He has never experienced failure, and he could never fail. Why did he still perish?” Azriel shook her head, her eyes and expression filled with disbelief.

"You guys are really boring. Why did you fail after spending six thousand years searching for the God of War?" Wu Feng shook his head, feeling helpless at their persistence. In Gensokyo, there would probably be many people who could give the answer directly.

"Azriel, why do you believe the God of War cannot fail?"

“Because our lord is the strongest, no one can defeat him,” Azriel answered without hesitation. During the great war, the God of War’s strength had already reached its peak, making him the undisputed strongest divine being.

"Does the strongest never fail?" Wu Feng was puzzled as to why they believed that failure was inevitable.

"If you surpass everyone's strength, why did you fail?" Azriel was puzzled. Since the strongest and failure had formed a cycle in her mind, she believed that the two contradictory things could not coexist. The strongest could not possibly fail.

"What about Jibril?" Wu Feng said softly. Her existence itself is the answer. Azriel should know the answer too, so why is she still trapped in this vicious cycle?

"The Skywing race ranks sixth among the sixteen races. They cannot defeat a higher-ranking race alone; only through cooperation is it possible. This premise is already deeply ingrained in your minds, isn't it?"