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

“What do you know! I was doing that for the benefit of my people! I love my people like my own children! I... I was worried that children who are too short would be bullied outside! It would hinder them from building self-confidence! I was doing that... I was doing that…” She threw out a whole bunch of reasons in an attempt to cover up the obvious truth.

Xing's gaze involuntarily fell on Krydella's petite figure, which was exactly 1.5 meters tall, and she fell into deep thought.

Seriously, sis? From what I'm saying, you were even shorter before? If you were a few centimeters shorter, Gallagher might never have been able to beat you. (See the comments for the reason.)

Heather ignored Krydella, who was practically exploding with shame and indignation beside her, and continued, "As for my wish... in a sense, it is similar to Ara's original intention."

"The earliest Kuroshio Current was far more rampant in the ocean than on land. My siren sisters and I made unimaginable sacrifices to barely suppress the Kuroshio Current in the ocean."

“However, Ohma is a holy city on land, and there is not a large enough body of water for my people to swim and live freely.”

"Therefore, I made a wish, granting my sisters the ability to better adapt to terrestrial environments. Now, under the protection of the Holy City, they live and fight alongside us."

“And then, it’s my turn.” Aglaia continued, her gaze softening yet firm.

"You should have already seen it, the net woven from countless golden threads around the Holy City, which can both defend against external enemies and detect malice."

"That is the embodiment of my wish. I wish to weave a barrier for Ohma with 'romance' as the thread, to block danger and intercept malice."

“As for the last one, Sefaria…” Aglaia was about to continue.

“Sefaria—that naive and foolish girl, made a wish on the Dawn Machine without thinking, hoping that no one in the world would ever need to rely on deception and trickery to make a living again.”

A slightly mocking voice suddenly interrupted Aglaia.

Suddenly, Sai Fei'er quietly walked onto the altar, her steps light and graceful, her face bearing her signature phantom thief smile.

Saifei spread her hands, her tone a mix of mockery and pity: "But what was the result? Ohma didn't change at all. See, she just wasted a chance to make a wish."

An unfathomable light flickered in her eyes, making it impossible to tell whether she truly regretted making the wish.

Chapter 219 Star: I am the demigod who controls all the trash cans in Ohma!

“Sefaria… what brings you here?” Aglaia smiled gently when she saw Sephir.

“Me?” Saifeier raised an eyebrow. “Seamstress, you haven’t really forgotten what day it is today, have you? It’s time for someone to change shifts, the demigod who governs the Holy City.”

“Although those tedious government documents can be pushed to you to handle, ‘that area’… is not something just anyone can manage well; it requires the personal presence of a demigod.” She shrugged, her tone somewhat matter-of-fact.

"Time flies...it really is time for a change of leadership." Aglaia nodded slightly, then fell into thought.

“If we follow the previously agreed-upon schedule based on the time it takes to become a demigod, the next one should be…” Her gaze naturally fell on Tibo, who was listening quietly to her.

Noticing Aglaia's gaze, Tibo chuckled, hands on her hips, and shook her head. "Aglaia, don't look at us. If we strictly follow the order in which they became demigods, there's another newly ascended demigod right after 'Trickery'."

“My master, you mean…” Aglaia immediately understood and looked at Xing beside her, “this new demigod of ‘Years’?”

A moment later, Aglaia, accompanied by Xing and Danheng, arrived at a rather special neighborhood in the holy city of Ohma.

This place is closer to the core of the Dawn Machines, with diverse architectural styles and a vibrant atmosphere permeated by a mixture of various living beings.

“Star, I understand you may not be happy to face mountains of official documents every day,” Aglaia said gently, but with an undeniable seriousness. “But as the demigod on duty this round, your responsibility is to manage this particular neighborhood well.”

Dan Heng observed his surroundings and keenly sensed something unusual. He asked on Xing's behalf, "Is this neighborhood dangerous? Why must it be governed by a demigod himself?"

“It’s not because of danger,” Aglaia gently shook her head and explained, “but because…this neighborhood is mostly inhabited by the relatives and clansmen of the demigods or the Golden Blood heroes.”

"These include earth beasts that can take human form, small chimeras of various shapes, and sea monsters that require specific environments, among others. Because the composition of these races is so complex, it is indeed difficult for ordinary managers to coordinate them. Therefore, it has always been managed by the demigods on duty, who rely on their prestige and power to maintain harmony in this place."

Xing looked around curiously: by the roadside, a fluffy little chimera with wings and horns was obediently queuing up to buy snacks;

Not far away, a tall, rock-skinned, and composed humanoid earth beast slowly walked by.

Beside the fountain on the street corner, several siren with water droplets shimmering in their hair and ethereal, beautiful voices were softly chanting... Looking at this fantastical scene, she felt that if this scene were in a game, it would at least be a major event that would give more than a thousand colored stones.

At this moment, the people and creatures around also noticed Aglaia and gradually gathered around, their curious gazes falling on the unfamiliar star beside her.

Looking at the diverse residents, Xing suddenly had a brilliant idea. She stepped forward, clapped her hands, and drew everyone's attention.

"Fellow neighbors!" She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound more authoritative. "I am Xing, the demigod 'Years,' who will be managing this neighborhood for the foreseeable future!"

She looked around at the faces—some curious, some puzzled, some calm—and announced loudly:

"They say a new broom sweeps clean! So today I'm announcing three important things!"

She held up her first finger: "First, starting tomorrow, every household must place a trash can in front of their door!"

Then came the second finger: "Secondly, every household must throw at least one bag of garbage into the trash can in front of their own door every day!"

Finally, she held up her third finger, her tone tinged with the excitement of impending riches: "The third, and most important point—all, and I mean all, all the trash cans on this street, belong to the demigod 'Years,' which is to say, to me!!"

"Mimi, Mimi!" Mimi, who was flying beside her, also waved her little fist at the right time, as if to cheer her on, or as if to emphasize the seriousness of this rule.

An eerie silence fell over the scene. The air seemed to freeze, and all the inhabitants, whether they were earth beasts, chimeras, or sirens, stood frozen in place, their faces filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

"Pfft..." A suppressed laugh broke the silence.

She noticed everyone was looking at her, and her cheeks flushed red instantly. She hurriedly waved her hands and explained, "I...I'm sorry, Lady Xing! I absolutely didn't mean to make fun of you! It's just...the way you announced it just now, uh, it was just too...too cute..." Her voice trailed off.

“Sigh…” Aglaia looked at the scene before her, raised her hand to gently touch her forehead, and let out a long sigh.

She began to doubt whether entrusting Xing with the important task of managing this special neighborhood was a wise decision.

At the Altar of the Negative World, six flames slowly rotated around the center, while the seventh flame, awaiting submission, floated quietly in the hands of Wan Di.

Wan Di stared at his dearest friend before him, his voice low and solemn: "Savior, are you truly determined to hand over the flames of 'Conflict' to me?" This was his last question.

Bai E met his gaze, shook his head, and smiled nonchalantly: "This is the seed of your Xuanfeng clan. The usual competition is just a joke, but why would I truly covet this power that should have been inherited by you? Besides..."

He looked up at the colossal shadow slumbering deep within the altar, his tone carrying a certain certainty, "I am the savior destined by prophecy. Deep down, I always felt that the final spark of 'Betrayal of the World' might be my destiny."

He changed the subject, leaning closer with a mischievous curiosity: "Speaking of which, given our life-or-death friendship... could you secretly tell me what you're planning to wish for when you become a demigod?"

Wan Di snorted softly, but did not avoid the question. His gaze turned to the distance, as if he could already see the ancient city shrouded in darkness: "Telling you is fine, Savior. My wish is... to obtain a divine body like Nicardi's, which is almost indestructible."

“I remember you used to despise this kind of thing the most…” Bai E was stunned when he heard this, his eyes full of surprise.

"Times have changed," Wan Di interrupted him, his voice resolute and unwavering.

“If I want to build an outpost against the Black Tide in the ruins of Suspended Peak City on my own, to buy more time for you and for Ohma, then choosing immortality is the most rational and safest option.”

"Don't worry about me, Bai'er. In my heart, there are already things more important and more worthy of protection than so-called 'existence'."

Having said that, he no longer hesitated, took a step forward, and handed over the spark that symbolized "conflict".

In an instant, immense divine power erupted from his body! The crimson energy, like a living crystal, faintly shone from beneath his skin.

The aura of being capable of defeating all enemies rose steadily, becoming far more powerful and profound than when he was a mortal hero.

"This... is the power of a demigod?" Wan Di slowly clenched his fist, feeling the surging new power within him, a complex understanding flashing in his eyes.

“No wonder Aglaia and the others always consider themselves ‘demigods.’ Strength, perception, regeneration… in every aspect, they are indeed far superior to before, but in essence, I am still me. Compared to the divine bodies of the Titans, I feel slightly inferior.”

Before setting off for Suspended Peak City, Wan Di suddenly stopped, his back to Bai E, his voice low and serious:

"Savior, be careful."

"Be careful?" Bai E asked, puzzled.

"His unusual act of directing divine retribution towards the Dawn Machine at the end of the campaign against Nicardoli has always puzzled me. I can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong, but there's an intuition that's been warning me..."

Wan Di turned around, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at Bai E. "Bai E, you must maintain the highest level of vigilance against that 'World-Breaking' spark."

In the ruins of Suspended Peak City, the aura of the Black Tide was even stronger than before, as if countless whispers echoed among the broken walls and rubble.

“You need to leave before that Crown Prince with the lingering peak arrives, Xilian.” Caislan’s voice, 33550335, rang out in the shattered royal court, deeper than usual, carrying an undeniable resolve.

The flame in his heart did not go out; on the contrary, after Bai Mo washed away his original anger of "destruction," it burned even more intensely and purely.

It was no longer an out-of-control, all-consuming rage, but a controllable force of destruction with a clear objective.

Caislana's spearhead has quietly turned towards Nanuk, the "Destruction" star god who sits atop the sea of ​​stars, attempting to spread destruction throughout the realms.

Chapter 220 The Great Black Tower: Himeko, your Memory Master seems to be quite powerful.

“I believe you have already witnessed those extraterrestrial ‘variables’.” Xi Lian’s voice was as still as a deep pool, without any ripples.

“I’ve seen him.” Caislana did not deny it. The metal mask concealed his expression, only his azure eyes, through the cold holes, reflected Xi Lian’s figure.

"But their strength is far from sufficient. Even if those few people exerted all their strength, they couldn't save Onpharos. Let alone..."

He paused, his voice lowering, revealing a deeper truth: "They did not even enter this world in a complete life form. Their 'existence' itself remains a barrier to this place."

“Yes…they really can’t turn the tide with brute force.” Xi Lian acknowledged this, but she took a step forward, her gaze fixed intently on those eyes.

"But, Caiuslana, the ripples caused by 'Exploration'—those variables and possibilities originating from the outer starry sea—have begun to affect the one 'capable' of saving this world."

"This is an opportunity, a chance we've waited for through countless cycles of reincarnation... a chance that could break this endless cycle and truly end everything! He can't hold on any longer, and neither can you!"

"..." Beneath the mask, a long silence followed. Caislana neither refuted nor agreed. He simply remained silent.

Xi Lian took a deep breath, looked resolutely at Bai E, her voice not loud, but carrying a resolute determination that cut off all escape routes:

"Therefore, Bai'er, let us, together in this cycle, pull Bai Mo back from that path of no return paved with sacrifice and loneliness! Only we ourselves can truly write the ending for Onpharos!"

“I will try the power of those outsiders again, but I truly hope you are right, Xilian. Onfaros doesn’t have much room for choice…” Caislana walked towards the direction of the Divine Tree Garden.

Light-years away, at the Black Tower Space Station, in the core laboratory area.

"You..." The voice of the Black Tower was squeezed out from between his teeth, and the suppressed anger made the air in the laboratory seem to drop in temperature.

She looked at Himeko and the Black Swan, who had barged in uninvited and interrupted her experiment, and a vein seemed to throb on her forehead. "How did you manage to barge in while I was conducting such an important experiment?!"

"For your safety, I even gave up the opportunity to personally meet the Star God! I was so close, just a tiny bit more, to meet that damned 'machine head' (Master Boshi). Do you know what that means?!"

"Uh..." Himeko gave an awkward but polite smile. Disturbing someone's crucial scientific research, especially a genius of Black Tower's caliber, was simply not in line with her usual elegant demeanor.

“Ms. Himeko has already knocked on the door according to procedure,” Black Swan stepped forward at the right time to explain on Himeko’s behalf. At the same time, she carefully observed Himeko’s reaction. Our goose is trying hard to win back the navigator’s favor.

"But because you haven't responded for a long time, I was worried that something might have happened to you, so I tried to use the power of the Memory Master to peek into this sect's recent 'memories.' Then, I discovered..."

She paused, her tone carrying a subtle undertone, "This door wasn't locked at all."

"The door wasn't locked?" Black Tower laughed in exasperation, as if he'd heard the most absurd joke of the year.

"Ha! The space station's top-of-the-line laboratory, equipped with the most advanced security system in the entire universe, and you're telling me the door isn't locked? Is the space station's door broken? And just happens to be the one with the automatic locking function malfunctioning?" Before she finished speaking, she had already strode to the door and pushed it open—

The heavy alloy door to the laboratory, which should theoretically have multiple access control mechanisms, opened silently and easily.

Upon witnessing this scene, Black Tower's pupils contracted slightly. Then, after a moment of shock, she quickly calmed down, her angry expression replaced by extreme rationality.

"How could this be... Such a low-probability coincidence shouldn't exist in this world." She muttered to herself, her sharp gaze sweeping across the empty doorway, as if conversing with some unseen entity. "Unless... 'Machine Head,' are you... explicitly rejecting me?"

"Ms. Black Tower, I'm very sorry to bother you at this time." Seeing that she had calmed down, Himeko immediately seized the opportunity and said sincerely.

"But our companions encountered some...extraordinary circumstances during their journey. They...alas, some members have completely lost contact, while another has fallen into a strange illness that we cannot decipher with our current methods."

"Oh?" Black Tower raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Seeking help from a genius? Sure. However, my debt of gratitude cannot be easily repaid with a few oddities found in a corner." As she spoke words of bargaining, her body had already turned towards the laboratory door, ready to leave.

"Rest assured, Ms. Black Tower, the 'reward' we bring will definitely interest you." Seeing her actions, Himeko breathed a sigh of relief and immediately offered the information that Black Tower would find interesting.

"As our Star Train approached the world called 'Onfaros,' it simultaneously detected high-energy reactions from both the 'Intelligence' and 'Preservation' destinies. Moreover... the two destinies seemed to... intersect."

"Our destinies have crossed paths?" Black Tower stopped abruptly, turned around abruptly, and her eyes blazed with an unprecedented passion for research.

"Now that I think about it, my simulated universe also had instances of intertwined destinies. I always thought this phenomenon wouldn't occur in the real universe, but I didn't expect it to actually happen?" Her interest was completely ignited.

"And, Onpharos really was being watched by 'intelligence'? Interesting, very interesting! All the planets that the machine head was focusing on should be recorded in my database..."

Black Tower's gaze swept back and forth between Himeko and Black Swan, finally settling on Black Swan with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

“You, my friend who is a Memory Maker, are not even a Commander, yet you were able to discover a ‘treasure’ that I had not even noticed? You are far more ‘capable’ than any other Memory Maker I have ever encountered before.”

"Hehe..." Black Swan maintained a polite smile, but fine beads of sweat were seeping from her smooth forehead, reflecting slightly under the cold laboratory lights.

“Ms. Black Tower, you’re joking. I… am really just an ordinary memory user who’s been lucky enough to be one.”

Chapter 221 Reclaiming the Spark of "Rationality".

A few days later, Ohmma, Garden of Life.

Bai E was training alone here, sweat dripping down his resolute face, each swing of his sword accompanied by a sharp, whistling sound.

Just then, the tranquil atmosphere was suddenly broken by a series of hurried yet light footsteps.

"Little White! I've finally found you!" Tibo's figure emerged from behind a clump of glowing ferns, a rare hint of urgency on her face.

"We just received a message from Xiao Di on the front lines of Suspended Peak City—a small swarm of Black Tide Creatures has broken through their defenses and is heading towards the Divine Enlightenment Tree Court!"

"What?" Bai E immediately stopped his attack, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with surprise and worry.

"Teacher Tibao, aren't Lady Heather and Lord Huangdi guarding Xuanfeng City together with Wandi? How could there be any survivors even with three demigods working together? Has the situation changed?" His heart tightened at the thought of his close friend's safety.