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Another heart-wrenching tearing sound!

The tip of the Dark Blade pierced through its tough muscles without any resistance!

A blood vessel ruptured, and blood gushed out.

The blade continued its relentless advance, sinking deep into the hilt!

"Ugh, cough cough..."

The Goblin King tried to let out a shrill scream, but with its throat cut open, it could only make suffocating gurgling sounds as blood blocked its trachea.

Its massive body stiffened abruptly, and the ferocious killing intent in its eyes was instantly replaced by horror!

It wanted to swing the bone knife to completely shred Yuan Qing, but the opponent's left hand was as if welded to the hilt, firmly fixing its weapon and preventing it from exerting any force!

The next second—

"Crack!"

A crisp yet terrifying sound of bones shattering suddenly rang out.

The Dark Blade, engulfed in black flames, traveled upwards along the opponent's cervical vertebrae, slicing through tendons and bones, tearing through flesh, and severing the Goblin King's enormous, ferocious head, along with half of his neck, cleanly!

HP-9999!

"Clap!"

The enormous head, spraying dark purple blood like a fountain, crashed heavily to the ground!

Those scarlet eyes stared intently, as if they couldn't believe that their lives would end in this way!

The massive headless body shuddered violently, and the huge bone blade that had pierced Yuan Qing's chest lost its supporting force!

"boom!!"

The headless corpse collapsed with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust!

Yuan Qing's body lost its support, and as the bone knife was withdrawn, he staggered forward a step.

Two huge, penetrating wounds in his chest and back caused his blood to gush out like a burst dam.

His vision was instantly swallowed by blood and darkness, and the cold feeling of weightlessness was like a tide, completely engulfing him!

"Pfft!"

He could no longer hold on and collapsed heavily beside the Goblin King's enormous headless corpse!

The Dark Blade flew out of his hand and landed not far away, the black flames on its blade slowly extinguishing.

Blood quickly spread beneath him, mixing with the goblin king's filthy blood.

Kill notifications and level-up messages kept flashing before my eyes.

The mechanism for upgrading and restoring status cannot be applied to "deceased persons".

However, the objective was achieved.

Next, all we need to do is wait...

Consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, vanished rapidly...

Yuan Qing glanced at the blessing ring worn on the ring finger of his right hand, which still radiated a faint warmth.

Shiori.

I did it...

can you hear me?

Yuan Qing's lips moved silently.

Immediately, consciousness sank completely into boundless darkness.

......

......

Meanwhile, the Tarot Association and the Observatory.

The illusory starry sky keeps turning.

Shiori Shiomi was still sitting on the cold stone steps.

She tilted her head back and unconsciously pressed her hands to her chest.

There, her heart resonated with something.

thump.

thump.

thump......

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Volume 1: Chapter 85 I saw everything while you were unconscious, and even ( ), any objections? 5K!

【ding~】

[Resurrection Coin -1!]

[Mission: Climb to the second floor of the Tower of Delusion and defeat 2 goblins]

[Number of enemies defeated: 2/2, Completed!]

[Reward: 1000 Experience Points, 1000 Gold Coins]

[Reward Title: Goblin Slayer]

[Goblin Slayer: All attributes +2, damage against goblins increased by an additional 50%]

[Moon Etching Countdown: 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second...]

......

I do not know how long it has been.

Consciousness is like struggling to surface from the deep sea.

The intense pain and the heavy, suffocating feeling of impending death had disappeared.

Instead, there is a gentle, comforting feeling, like soaking in a hot spring.

Yuan Qing slowly opened his eyes.

I did not see the cold, oppressive, cracked stone dome of the Tower of Delusion.

There was no Goblin King's massive, grotesque headless corpse nearby.

A dim and soft halo quietly enveloped him.

He was lying on an extremely large, soft bed that felt like a cloud.

Beneath her was a high-end fabric that felt delicate and smooth like silk.

A faint, cool fragrance filled the air, along with a familiar scent that seemed to have been smelled somewhere before.

He sat up and looked around.

This is a rather spacious bedroom, decorated in a style comparable to that of the British royal family.

The walls are covered with dark wallpaper featuring intricate patterns, which complements several evocative oil paintings.

The floor is covered with a thick, soft carpet, and the carved furniture and solid wood dressing table are neatly arranged, exuding a classical atmosphere that does not belong to this era.

This room...

It looks very expensive.

Yuan Qing looked down at himself, somewhat bewildered.

She was wearing clean, soft silk pajamas, and all her scars had healed completely; there wasn't a drop of blood, not even a speck of dust.

It seems that after I was resurrected in the tower, I was automatically kicked out of the Tower of Delusion after the Moon Etching ended.

But here's the problem...

Where is this?

This looks like someone's bedroom...

Just then, his gaze was drawn to the view in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Beside the half-drawn curtains, a small figure sat sideways on the wide windowsill with his back to him.

She was wearing a moon-white silk nightgown, barefoot, her slender legs dangling in mid-air, swaying slightly.

Her long, pure white hair, like flowing moonlight, was casually draped behind her.

She tilted her head slightly and gazed quietly out the window.

In the sky, the eerie yellow moon was no longer etched.

There was only the boundless, inky darkness of the night, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

There is no moon.

...and there were no stars.

The city lights twinkled in the distance, so dazzling, yet they only made the darkness of the night seem even more desolate.

Shiori Shiomi sat there quietly, her petite body appearing particularly frail in front of the huge French windows.

Yuan Qing silently watched her back.

No wonder I smelled a familiar scent just now; it was the little president's fragrance.

He threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, and silently walked to the window.

He didn't speak immediately, but stood silently behind Shiori Shiomi, following her gaze to the deep and vast darkness.

The room was silent except for the soft breathing of the two people.

It took Shiori Shiomi quite a while to realize that he was getting close.

She didn't look back.

Only the slightly wobbling toes stopped.

She continued gazing out the window at the thick darkness, and in her usual cool voice, calmly said:

There are no stars tonight.

The sound was very soft, as soft as a feather.

There was a subtle, childlike sense of loss hidden within.

Yuan Qing stood behind her, remained silent for a moment, and slowly walked to the empty windowsill next to Shiori Shiomi and sat down:

"You can't see stars all the time, and besides, the starry sky in Tokyo isn't that great."

He paused for a moment, smiled, and continued, "If you want to see a beautiful starry sky, you can go to a place near the North Pole."

That's a world-class stargazing destination, with a natural backdrop, rotating star trails, and the Milky Way dancing with the aurora borealis.

There's a saying that goes, "In the Arctic, you're not looking at the stars, you're floating in a galaxy."

"..."

Shiori Shiomi's eyes dimmed slightly, then she replied calmly and expressionlessly, "I don't care whether they look good or not."

"Hmm? Is that so?" Yuan Qing smiled brightly, tilting his head and teasingly asked, "Could it be that you're saying the beautiful thing isn't the stars, but the person who's watching the stars with you?"

Shiori Shiomi did not answer, and continued to look out the window.

After several seconds, she spoke softly, her usually cold voice now even lower than before:

"When the weather is clear, you can look up and see Tianlu Star, Sichen Star, and the Seven Stars of the Northern Sky."