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

Just before the kitchen door closed, her mother gave her final instructions: "Your teacher from Shuting is here too, right? He seems to be in the inner room. Go and greet him quickly... Oh, and remember to bring up the fruit platter."

"Bai Mo, Bai Mo~ Aren't you happy? How's the illusion that Aha wove for you? Doesn't it perfectly replicate the happiest time you imagined?" Aha's mask appeared in the corner of the desk at some point, making a giggling sound.

Bai Mo had just seen off his and Bai E's friends who had come to celebrate their birthdays at his home. After the noise subsided, the room still retained a cheerful atmosphere.

He sat back down in his slightly messy but life-filled seat.

"This illusion is indeed quite nice." Bai Mo's voice sounded much more relaxed than usual, even carrying a hint of sunshine.

“Now, Ah, I have to tell you a big secret…” The mask on the desk observed Bai Mo’s expression, which seemed to have truly relaxed and become much happier. A twisted smile appeared on his face, tinged with the cunning and anticipation of a successful plan.

"Wait a moment." Bai Mo calmly interrupted Aha. A glass of clear drink appeared in his hand at some point. He walked slowly to the window that was completely covered by thick curtains. "I haven't finished speaking yet."

He held his cup, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the thick velvet cloth as he looked out the window.

"Actually... if there weren't so many corpses crammed under the flower fields of the Elegant Secret Pavilion, under the tables and inside the cabinets of the Janusapolis Bistro, and... outside this window, this illusion woven by your... or rather, by my subconscious, might seem a little more beautiful..."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and ripped open the heavy curtains with a "whoosh"!

It wasn't a familiar street scene or night view at all.

As far as the eye could see, there were countless twisted, pale, and still bodies, densely packed together, layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Chapter 164 Aha: I want to see Onpharos's blood flow like a river!

It was a vast, boundless sea of ​​corpses.

Among them were men and women, innocent children and elderly women. Some were people Bai Mo had once felt a liking for, while others were people he utterly loathed.

Without exception, they were all "people" who had been recorded by Bai Mo's eyes, archived by his system, and burdened by his heavy responsibilities.

Aha's mask froze for a rare moment, and his exaggerated smile even stiffened for a split second.

His expression was like that of a magician preparing to perform the grandest magic show, who randomly selected a lucky audience member to go on stage.

To everyone's astonishment, this spectator was doing a 360-degree Thomas Flair while simultaneously performing a Mountain Lean, and even launching Avada Kedavra while eating a melon!

This went beyond any pre-scripted scenario, turning the magician into the clown on stage.

In short... if Aha had revealed this, Bai Mo would have been the "fun" being watched; but now that Bai Mo himself has calmly revealed it, the unsuspecting Aha has become the "fun" itself.

Bai Mo leaned calmly against the windowsill, sipped the tasteless liquid in his glass, and gazed at the suffocating sea of ​​people outside the window.

Among those dense, silent corpses, several remarkably familiar figures, dressed in clothes from different periods, stood out starkly.

"You say this is an illusion you've created, but actually... its deeper foundation is my subconscious, isn't it?"

His voice was soft, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness, "I just didn't expect that even in the deepest part of my subconscious, which I thought was the safest place, these 'people' I carry on my shoulders are still so pervasive."

He gazed at the few remarkably clear "selves" in the sea of ​​people: "Information has weight. Even if it's just a memory, it's still a lifetime that someone else once lived."

"Although they are just folders I've collected, their memories resurface in my mind whenever I think of their names. In gaining their abilities, I also lost the right to forget them."

"To bear this enormous weight, I have to constantly 'kill' the past version of myself that was unable to bear it... Only by constantly growing can I carry them on my back and continue on my journey."

After a brief silence, Aha's mask suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter started low, then grew incredibly loud and wild, filled with an extreme joy akin to discovering a treasure:

"Hahahaha! Funny! So funny! Aha just wanted to have some fun, but he didn't expect... to find something even more interesting!"

Your brother wanted to use his body to bear all the Titan embers, and you—my dear lucky one, Bai Mo—want to use your own soul to bear the souls of all the departed?!

"Aha is getting more and more curious! What kind of earth-shattering final act will unfold on the stage of Onpharos!"

"You are someone whose subconscious, which is closest to your 'true self,' is still filled with all sorts of endless 'others'!"

"Your ultimate outcome will either be that your unique 'self' is completely overwhelmed and assimilated by these countless 'others,' becoming an empty vessel... or—"

Aha's voice suddenly rose, filled with the excitement of discovering a new toy:

"You will become the most unique and incredible being in this sea of ​​stars!!! A god who has completely digested and integrated all 'others'!!! A miracle that may shatter the existing order of the universe!!!"

"What a pity, what a pity!" The mask circled Bai Mo once, the speaker sighing dramatically, yet with great admiration in its tone.

"If it weren't for the fact that you haven't yet found the 'pleasure' you're truly seeking, and that Aha wants to see if Onpharos will ultimately be awash in blood, Aha would appoint you right now as a Pleasure Envoy! You were born to be Aha's person!"

Bai Mo listened quietly, his face expressionless.

Only after Aha finished speaking did he slowly raise his hand and gently remove the invisible smiling mask that had been on his face since he stepped into this place.

"I think, before my 'pleasure' truly arrives..."

Bai Mo's gaze returned to the bright dawn machine outside the window, his voice calm yet containing immense determination, "Let me first finish this hopeless job of being a 'savior'..."

Back in reality, Bai Mo felt a slight dizziness, as if his soul had been forcibly dragged from the warm depths of the sea back into his cold body.

He subconsciously rubbed his temples, trying to dispel the lingering aftertaste of the illusion.

Just then, that familiar, cold notification sound rang out again from the depths of my mind:

[Duplicate folder detected. Overwrite?]

"No. Create a new one. Add '1' after it." He gave the command almost reflexively, completing this operation that had long become a habit.

Clang—Clang—Clang—

Suddenly, a clear and rhythmic knocking sounded, interrupting Bai Mo's thoughts.

Bai Mo took a deep breath, suppressing all outward emotions, and got up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Aglaia. She was still wearing that exquisite and elaborate dress, and was now tilting her head slightly as she looked at him, her emerald eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"Hmm? Aglaia '1', what do you want with me?" Bai Mo's tone was calm and even.

Upon hearing this, Aglaia immediately wrinkled her delicate nose, her tone clearly showing dissatisfaction: "I'm telling you, you're wearing such tasteful clothes, and the knitting is so beautiful."

"How could you use that 37-degree mouth to utter such a cold and strange name as 'Aglaia 1'?" She deliberately emphasized the "1" in protest.

Bai Mo just stared at her blankly, without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Aglaia felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but her curiosity quickly overcame her displeasure. "Is my reaction wrong? Or... is the 'Aglaia' you know... different from me?" she asked tentatively.

"No." Bai Mo came back to his senses, shook his head gently, and a very faint but real smile appeared on his lips. "You're like this... very good. Very lively."

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Aglaia seemed a little embarrassed by his smile and quickly changed the subject, her tone becoming somewhat complaining again.

“That fish from the sea—I mean Hazel—just sent me a message. She said that Crydella has locked herself in the Temple of the Three Fates all by herself, and there hasn’t been a sound for three whole hours.”

Chapter 165 Aglaia: Is the relationship between Heather and Krydella truly just that of ruler and subject?

She sighed, as if genuinely troubled: "That guy... his entire heart is tied to her Caesar. Come to think of it, is their relationship really just that of ruler and subject?"

"And even when she chats with me, one out of every three sentences is filled with worry and concern for Krydella? I'm so tired of hearing it!"

Although Aglaia's tone was full of complaints and dissatisfaction with Heather's voice, anyone could easily hear the genuine concern hidden beneath the complaints.

“Didn’t you say you were someone who returned from the ‘previous cycle’?” Aglaia looked at Bai Mo, her expression becoming more serious.

“I just want to ask you, in that ‘last time’ you know, what happened to Crydella? Tell me, so that I can put some peace of mind on that restless fish that came from the sea.”

Meanwhile, deep within the Temple of the Three Fates in Janusapolis.

The air was as heavy as a solid.

In the center of the magnificent hall, no ceremony was taking place, but a silent yet extremely dangerous game was unfolding.

Krydella stood alone on the cold ground, and in front of her floated a giant chessboard made of light and energy.

The chessboard is crisscrossed with lines, and each square seems to contain endless rules and laws.

On the other side of the chessboard, there was no one.

But strangely, the pieces belonging to the other side on the chessboard are moving on their own, following some cold, absolute, and inhuman rules. The sound of each piece falling seems to strike directly at the soul.

That is the Titan of the Law!

He is using this structured chessboard as a medium to engage in a game of chess with Cerlydella that transcends the mundane!

Krystra pressed her lips together, her gaze fixed intently on the chessboard.

She raised her slender yet powerful fingers, gripped a chess piece representing one of her legions, and after several minutes of deduction and calculation, slammed it heavily onto a key square on the chessboard!

As the piece was placed, a piece on the opposite side, representing a powerful creation of the Black Tide, shattered and vanished into dust.

However, almost the next second, the Law Titan's merciless counterattack arrived in an instant.

Another Titan piece moved swiftly, carrying the power of the law to crush everything, and smashed a crucial piece in Crydella's camp to pieces as well! Powder flew everywhere.

This exchange, sacrifice, and compromise has been going on for three whole hours in this silent hall!

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Krydella's forehead, slid down her tense cheeks, and dripped onto her clenched fists.

The chessboard was already covered with a thick layer of powder from both sides' pieces, resembling a miniature battlefield.

She knew with absolute certainty that this was no ordinary game of chess.

Every attack, every defense, and every sacrifice played out on the chessboard at this moment will be precisely fulfilled in the real war against the Titan of the "Ocean" in the future!

Her opponent is the Titan who wields the "Law," representing cold, ruthless absolute rules and consequences.

The chess pieces she holds in her hands are her loyal subordinates, living, breathing beings!

Therefore... she must win, she must calculate every single step precisely! Every sacrifice must have its maximum value, every drop of blood must be shed!

Thinking of this, the sweat on her forehead flowed even more rapidly, and her breathing became increasingly heavy.

The pressure on the chessboard was like a real mountain, pressing heavily on her shoulders, but the flame in her eyes never went out in the slightest.

Suddenly, a clear and steady set of footsteps sounded from behind Krydela, breaking the deathly silence in the hall where only the sound of chess pieces shattering could be heard.

"Didn't I already give a strict order that no one is allowed to come in and disturb us?" Krydella's voice was tinged with anger at being interrupted and a tired hoarseness.

She was about to reprimand him sharply, but when she turned around and saw who it was, her tone suddenly changed, carrying a hint of surprise: "...'Lucky Duke'? It's you?"

Krystal frowned slightly, watching Bai Mo slowly approach. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a determined look: "Are you here to urge me to retrieve the 'Law' flame?"

Although her voice betrayed the weakness from prolonged exertion, her back remained ramrod straight. "You're in such a hurry? I have promised to give you the fire, and I will never break my promise to Caesar."

Bai Mo did not answer immediately, but took a few steps forward and looked at the huge and complex chessboard of light and shadow in front of her.

The crisscrossing lines are filled with chess pieces symbolizing different units, most of which have been reduced to dust, and the remaining pieces are mostly cracked, indicating a tense and tragic situation.

Uh—okay. To be honest, he doesn't understand it.

He only glanced at the intricate game of chess, which contained countless traps and plans, and felt a headache coming on. He had no desire to think about the logic and costs behind it.

“What?” Cerrudra noticed his scrutinizing gaze, her tone regaining its former stubborn pride and arrogance befitting a monarch. “Could it be that ‘Lucky Lord’ is also an expert in this? Let me warn you, this is no ordinary game of chess.”

“Every move I make is connected to reality, and requires a corresponding price to be paid.” Her voice grew heavy. “Besides, this is a trial unique to me, a rule recognized by the ‘law.’ This game… can only be played by me!”

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo helplessly spread his hands and said truthfully, "Keldera, I am not as good at chess as you, not even a little bit better."

“In that case,” Crydella’s attention had already refocused on the chessboard, her tone urging, “‘Lucky Lord’, why aren’t you leaving yet? Don’t disturb me from retrieving the spark of ‘Law’…”

Her words suddenly stopped, the last syllable stuck in her throat, becoming indistinct, even accompanied by a hint of disbelief and trembling.

Bai Mo's hand suddenly and very naturally, even somewhat casually, was placed on her head.

It was placed next to that cluster of quietly burning little blue candles.

But in reality, Bai Mo himself also felt a sudden sense of embarrassment.

His original plan was to put his hand on the other person's shoulder.

However, due to some unavoidable objective factors (height difference), the shoulder-to-shoulder gesture was really awkward and difficult to do.

And the height and curve of Crydella's head... somehow it was just right.

The location was so convenient, it seemed like there was supposed to be a handrail there all along...

And so, by a twist of fate, things have turned out this way.

Chapter 166 Bai Mo: The cunning Aha actually tried to sow discord between me and Caesar!

The air inside the hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

“‘Lucky Lord’,” Cerrudra’s voice deepened, each word seemingly drawn from an ice cellar, containing the utmost calm before a storm, “You’d better… give me a reasonable explanation.”

Bai Mo could feel that the temperature of the small flame beside him had suddenly increased significantly. His mind raced, and in a flash, a perfect excuse popped into his head!

"Hahaha, Your Majesty Caesar, please calm down, please calm down!" Bai Mo didn't dare to address him casually anymore and directly used a respectful title. He chuckled dryly, trying to defuse this fatal embarrassment with a lighthearted tone.