Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

“Bai Mo, you… sigh, never mind,” she turned to Bai E, her voice gentle and relieved.

"Bai'er, Bai Mo is right. After making such a difficult decision, we should really relax."

Chapter 63 Bai Mo: Damn it! Saving the world requires logic?

The eternal night of Janusapolis and the dawn of Ohma were miraculously stitched together by a dazzling, multicolored gate that stretched across the center of the banquet.

This is not a bridge for fighting, but for celebration.

People moved between the two city-states, their figures shifting and flowing on both sides of the gate, gathering and dispersing unpredictably.

One moment they are singing joyfully under the golden glow of the morning sun in Ohma, and the next they are resting and whispering in the quiet starry night of Janusapolis.

Bai Mo leaned against a cold, rough stone pillar on the side of Janusapolis, a bottle of low-alcohol fruit wine loosely held between his fingers.

He did not immerse himself in the flowing pleasure, but merely gazed through the hazy halo of the Hundred Realms Gate at the world on the other side of the gate, gently enveloped by the light of the Dawn Machine.

Under the dawn that symbolizes new life and hope, Wan Di and Bai E, who were sworn enemies not long ago, are now "fighting" in an extremely... down-to-earth way.

They sat facing each other at a long table piled high with local Ohmma delicacies, engrossed in their meal, their cheeks bulging like hamsters.

Bai Mo let out a soft, ambiguous hum – Hmph~ We were clearly at odds before, wishing we could beat each other to a pulp, but now things have gotten better?

On the other side, Xi Lian was whispering with Feng Jin and Xia Die, sometimes covering her mouth and laughing softly.

Their gazes would occasionally drift towards the two "warriors" who were engrossed in their food, and then, as if they had seen something extremely interesting, their laughter would ring out like the clear, crisp sound of silver bells.

They must be talking about something interesting, right? Hmm... I guess so? Women's topics are always so unpredictable.

Bai Mo silently mourned for a few seconds the future reputation of Bai E and Wan Di in Ohma.

A little further away, Aglaia was talking quietly with Tibo and Tinin.

The young lady, Jinzhi, now had less of her usual aloofness and divine air about her, and more of a genuine ease in her expression.

A faint but sincere smile played on her lips; clearly, the Senate's recent good behavior had saved her a lot of trouble.

The soft light of the dawn machine outlined her delicate profile and shone on Tibo Tinning's serene face. Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious, as if foreshadowing the dawn that would eventually arrive after the night.

Bai Mo tilted his head back and took another swig of fruit wine. The icy liquid slid down his throat, but it was like igniting a tiny flame. An indescribable anxiety, along with the warmth rising from the alcohol, suddenly gripped his heart, making his slight intoxication instantly feel heavy.

Deciding to be a savior? The thought churned in my mind, tinged with a bitter self-mockery. Anyone can spout grand pronouncements, but then what? How exactly should I do it?

As for strength? He weighed the power within his body.

Indeed, it is no longer the weakling it once was, but to say that it can crush everything, ignore the Black Tide, ignore reincarnation, and ignore the rules of Onpharos?

Far from it! How can the light of a firefly compare to the brilliance of the moon? No, it's not even a firefly, at most... a grain of dust filled with resentment.

Theoretically speaking... accelerating an object to the speed of light, E=mc², would indeed have devastating energy, reaching the level of "Envoy-level" destruction. Theoretically, it's absolutely feasible! This idea had briefly excited him.

But unfortunately... Onfaros is essentially a supercomputer running a world program!

He recalled the experiments he had conducted. What happened when he tried to accelerate a small metal ball infinitely? The ball didn't tear through space; instead… it dropped frames!

Its trajectory was no longer a continuous arc, but became a series of sputtering teleportations. Then, it began to clip through the planes—ignoring physical collisions.

Finally, after a violent and illogical jump, the poor little ball vanished into thin air as if erased by an invisible eraser—it was "swallowed" by Onfaros as erroneous data.

Bai Mo had tried every method to test it, and the physical rules that Onfaros, this "server," could stably handle in its current state could only support objects accelerating to about one percent of the speed of light.

Go any faster? The entire physics simulation system can't keep up with the frame rate and starts to crash.

As for Saifei's almost miraculous "speed"? Bai Mo is more inclined to believe that it is a kind of "cheating" based on the nature of the Onpharos world.

Her "speed" is not acceleration in the physical sense at all; it is more like directly capturing the data stream inside Onpharos and performing instantaneous data packet capture and location relocation.

That's why she can ignore inertia and the law of conservation of energy, moving at an unbelievable speed.

And what about that thing in my head... I don't know if I should call it a "golden finger" or a "system"? And that lunatic who occasionally pops up and calls himself the "author"?

Collect the abilities of everyone in this world? Sounds amazing, like the ultimate cheat code.

But what good will collecting them all do? Will they break this damned cycle? What a joke!

Besides... asking for it? Bai Mo scoffed inwardly.

Looking at how rigid, cold, and emotionless the system is when it talks to me, I bet it wouldn't even blink if the world exploded the next second.

Moreover, given the increasingly outlandish, wildly imaginative, and sometimes even insane nature of those two guys in his head (the cheat system and the author) during their interactions, he has to actively block out some information...

Bai Mo had absolutely no faith in their reliability! Hoping they would save the world? It was better to hope that Wan Di and Aglaia would both choose to pursue Teacher Na Ke Xia at the same time.

So...after much deliberation and countless deductions, I've come up with this idea.

There is no solution to this situation.

A cold, hard conclusion weighed heavily on my mind.

Sometimes, Bai Mo would fall into absurd fantasies: how wonderful it would be if he had a real comedy script? He could punch the Black Tide to pieces and save the world just by doing his daily routine.

Or is it simply a truly abstract script? Rules? Logic? They don't exist! Let's all go crazy together, and maybe the world will get better as we go mad.

But now? He thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile. He'd written a story that wasn't entirely "funny," so wasn't it... completely unfunny? Now look what happened, he was stuck here... _(:3 ⌒?)_.

Sigh... A huge sense of exhaustion washed over me. Saving the world, and I still have to be logical?

What should we do...? Is there really no hope for this world of Onpharos?

The sweetness of the fruit wine still seemed to linger on the tip of my tongue, but the bitterness in my heart had already spread into a vast ocean of despair.

Through the halo of the Hundred Realms Gate, he looked at the people there, laughing and joking, bathed in the dawn of "hope," and felt that the light was too distant and blinding.

Bai Mo took another sip of the bitter fruit wine...

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I agreed to post the comments in five separate sections.

The last sentence at the end of the chapter went even further, managing to get over eight hundred comments.

Why did I see someone post comments on all five paragraphs?

So you're not even going to act anymore? I got over a thousand comments for the whole chapter.

Well... finally, as usual, here are five paragraphs.

Chapter 64 Sai Fei'er: Daydreaming late at night (╥_╥)

PS: Hagi's work is almost finished. Yesterday, I revised the issue that many people raised regarding Bai Mo's use of "Ou Dou Dou" to refer to Bai Er.

I would like to thank everyone for their suggestions regarding this book.

Why does time fly by so fast? I still want to write, let me write!

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A cool breeze carrying the chill of Janusapolis stirred up fine dust, gently brushing against Bai Mo's cheek and interrupting his thoughts, which were drowning in a sea of ​​despair. The coldness of the stone pillars seeped through his thin clothing.

"Huh? Isn't this the Savior Chef?" A deliberately lowered voice, yet carrying a familiar, languid tone, came unexpectedly from behind the massive stone pillar against which Bai Mo was leaning, like the whisper of a night owl.

"Why are you all huddled here drinking alone? The banquet over in Ohmma is in full swing, aren't you going to join in?"

Bai Mo did not turn around immediately, nor did he answer the somewhat teasing question.

Instead, he chuckled softly:

"Hmph~, you don't need to leave right away, Sai Fei'er." Bai Mo turned his head slightly.

“Aglaia is currently in Ohma and won’t be able to find you for the time being. At least…”

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of assurance, "Her 'golden thread'... hasn't yet crossed my Hundred Realms Gate."

A long silence fell behind the stone pillar. After a long while, a very faint, almost imperceptible tremor drifted out cautiously:

"Really...?" Those two simple words carried too many complex emotions—unbelievable hope, long-suppressed desire, and a hint of deep-seated fear.

Bai Mo could even imagine the cat-like eyes that were probably slightly wide open in the shadows at that moment.

He maintained a relaxed demeanor, even shaking the bottle in his hand to make a slight sound as the little liquid remaining inside made a soft noise.

“I can’t guarantee it,” Bai Mo said in a deliberately lighthearted tone, “but…it’s a rare opportunity. You can definitely…take a good look at her. Don’t worry, I’m here to block your view.”

The promise was so flimsy that it elicited no response whatsoever.

It's unclear how much time passed, perhaps only a moment, but that was enough for some being hiding in the shadows to greedily absorb enough "light."

Bai Mo broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of helpless laughter:

"Stop looking..." Bai Mo teased, "You really think you can eat Aglaia like it's food? Tell me, is there anything you want to eat at the banquet over there? I'll go get some for you."

After a brief silence, a small voice, tinged with hesitation and shyness, drifted out softly:

"Hmm... I want to eat... the grilled fish on that long table, near the gold plate."

Sai Fei'er's voice paused, as if lost in some distant memory, tinged with a barely perceptible nostalgia and grievance.

“Since… leaving Ohmma and wandering around… I haven’t eaten a single fish…”

Her voice trailed off, almost a whisper, tinged with a childlike complaint, "The River Styx... ugh, there aren't any fish at all... not even a fish bone..."

The long-held yearning contained in that voice inexplicably softened Bai Mo's heart.

“Okay,” Bai Mo replied readily, straightening up. “Wait here, I’ll go get it for you.”

Just as he turned to walk towards the flowing halo of light at the Gate of a Hundred Realms, a whisper so soft it seemed to melt in the wind drifted precisely into his ears:

"Thanks……"

Bai Mo paused almost imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

He couldn't help but wonder: Was the girl's rare gratitude for the delicious grilled fish she was about to eat? Or for the brief but precious tacit consent he had just given her, allowing her to "look at her"? Or perhaps... both?

He didn't linger, stepping through the Gate of a Hundred Realms. The warm, bustling atmosphere of Ohma, filled with the aroma of food, instantly enveloped him, a stark contrast to the quiet chill of Janusapolis.

With a clear goal in mind, he headed straight for the grilled fish that a certain ancient demon had been craving for who knows how long, and which was now emitting an enticingly caramelized aroma.

The golden light simulated by the Dawn Machine, a symbol of hope, gently fell upon him, bathing him in a warm glow.

But... the light of this "hope" was so dazzling. In Bai Mo's mind, the thick, impenetrable shadow behind the stone pillar involuntarily flashed by.

This light... came at the cost of one person losing their chance to see the light again. This realization imbued even the warm dawn with an indescribable heaviness and bitterness.

He deftly picked up a whole plate of golden-brown, crispy, and fragrant grilled fish—enough to satisfy any glutton.

Then, he passed through the door that connected light and darkness once more and returned to the stone pillars of Janusapolis.

"It smells so good! Give it to me! Meow—!" An impatient voice immediately came from behind the stone pillar. The tone was light and cheerful, and the meow even had a hint of coquetry.

Clearly, the brief solitude and the delicious food she was about to enjoy allowed her to temporarily set aside her heavy thoughts and adjust her mood.

Bai Mo smiled silently, steadily handing the fragrant plate to the shadow cast by the stone pillar, where a certain "voyeur" was hidden:

"Don't rush," Bai Mo's voice was gentle, without even realizing it himself, "I don't like eating fish, so these are all yours."

The aroma of grilled fish filled the crisp air of Janusapolis, carrying a touch of warmth and human touch, quietly blending into this eternal starry night.

A very faint sound, like a dry leaf falling to the ground, suddenly came from the thick shadow behind the stone pillar.

Immediately afterwards, the aura that belonged to Sai Fei'er, a mixture of languor and wariness, vanished without a trace, like a thin mist blown away by the wind—the mysterious demigod girl had quietly left.

Almost immediately after Saifei left, a vibrant figure passed through the flowing halo of light from the Hundred Realms Gate, bringing with it the warmth of the dawn in Ohma and stepping into the starry night of Janusapolis.

Bai Mo was subconsciously about to finish the last sip of low-alcohol fruit wine in the bottle when his gaze fell on Tian's cheerful figure, which was like a little sun, and he paused slightly.

He looked at the wine bottle in his hand, then at the tiny figure before him, whose purity was like that of red crystal. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gently placed the wine bottle on the cool stone base.

Tian skipped and hopped over to Bai Mo, her face beaming with a bright, untroubled smile, her voice clear and crisp:

"Little Whitey!" she announced happily, "Tining told us that you unusually took a plate of grilled fish just now. She sent Tian to check on you!"

Teacher Tinning… Bai Mo felt a slight warmth in his heart.

That teacher, who was always quiet and insightful, was indeed incredibly perceptive. He noticed even this small, unusual behavior of his and specially asked the most lively Tian to take care of him.

Chapter 65 Xia Die: Oh no! My fanfiction outline!

This silent tenderness seemed to gently lift a crack in the gloom in his heart caused by the lack of hope for salvation.