Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

There's no need to ask, or rather, there's simply no answer.

My sister doesn't seem to be someone who dwells on the "why".

But keeping the problems bottled up inside is unsettling.

The girl opened her mouth for a moment, then chose to remain silent and follow her sister.

They arrived at the sword mound, which was filled with weapons.

"Sister... what exactly do you want to do?"

Seeing that the girl had stopped, Yelena could no longer hold back and brought up her biggest question.

After recovering from the initial shock of being suddenly disturbed, Yelena's face darkened slightly.

It was my sister who killed so many people, and even tried to take away the core of that nest.

These evils were real, yet she couldn't understand them.

Why do that?

Although my sister never seems to be the type to give answers.

But she still had to ask.

"You asked me before if I had been holding back a secret."

"Huh? Ah... um."

Suddenly, the girl asked this question out of the blue.

Yelena had indeed had this idea before.

But the thought was fleeting. After all, there was no need to hold back when just having some fun. The reason he taught her was simply because it wasn't his sister's usual fighting style.

If you have something stronger to use, there's no need to stick to just physical techniques.

She was not afraid of anyone getting close enough to engage in melee combat.

If Yelena hadn't pushed her sister out at the cost of her own life, she would have been no match for her sister.

"This is the imaginary space, which is kind of a meaningless place."

As if making small talk, Sodium Chloride ignored the girl's question and instead pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He skillfully cracked open a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and casually pulled out a lighter.

He opened the metal lid, glanced at Yelena behind him, paused, closed the lid, and simply smoked a cigarette.

"As for your question, you have to take responsibility for yourself, because you are now the same kind of person as me, the same kind of thing."

Savoring the nicotine flavor of the cigarette, the clenching of the teeth causes the cigarette to move up and down.

"A kind of people?"

"You asked me before if I had held back something. To be precise, there are indeed things I haven't taught you because there wasn't enough time."

The concept of "inch power" in ancient martial arts was originally intended as a training manual and aid; true inch power is used with a sword.

"well???"

Yelena hadn't yet grasped the explosive information in her sister's words.

What do you mean, the sword? Was the inch punch originally designed for the sword?!

The next moment, a sword flew over!

"Whoa! What is this...?!"

Yelena was holding a long sword that looked quite unique.

No, to be precise, it's a knife.

The slender blade is curved, and the hilt has a high-tech feel.

The sword wasn't large; at least relative to Yelena's size, it was just the right length—the hilt could be placed at her waist, and the sword would then pierce the ground.

For the girl, however, this was the first time she had ever touched something so unfamiliar.

"This is?----!!"

The older sister casually picked up a similar long knife from the ground, put her left hand in her pocket, and held the sword in her right hand, hanging down seemingly relaxed, looking completely at ease.

However, a dangerous atmosphere is brewing.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time here. The flow of time here is very different from that in the real world, so even if you stay here for several years, it would probably only be a few hours in reality."

As the girl spoke, she twirled the demon sword in her hand. The moment she grasped the demon sword, the weapon became an extension of her limbs, as if they were one with her.

"I will teach you the last things. There's plenty of time, but I don't have the patience to teach you everything bit by bit. Practical experience is the fastest way to learn. As for damage, there's Honkai energy everywhere here; all damage can be quickly repaired..."

If you don't want too much pain, then cheer up.

This was the first time my sister had shown such a serious look in her eyes.

The murderous intent was aimed directly at the girl's neck, and Yelena felt a chill run down her spine.

If you don't pull yourself together, you'll definitely die!

That was a threat of death, because in Yelena's eyes.

Behind the silver-haired girl stood what seemed like a mountain of corpses, filling the entire space with the stench of blood, a naked cry of death and malice!

Countless killings and countless deaths, enough to wash away the blood that filled the entire city, the terrifying stench and the threat of death made Yelena's pupils shrink instantly in fear!

His hands seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

That seems to be... a glimpse into the corner of my sister's past, a life filled with death and slaughter.

The girl felt her whole body trembling.

"You're not qualified."

The cigarette holder was bitten flat, and sodium chloride shook its head slightly.

"I'll teach you my last thing, so don't fall down too soon."

The next instant, the older sister's figure disappeared from the spot.

She was so close that she couldn't react at all.

By the time the girl's eyes finally transmitted the light signal to her brain and she decided to run, the whistling wind was already blowing past her ears...

Chapter 321 [To Be Continued]

You are not qualified.

That's how that woman described it.

She was not even as good as a wild beast, because there was not a trace of animality in her.

All that remains is cowardice and meaningless, childish ideas.

Swordsmanship is the art of killing, no longer about swinging your fists to defend yourself. Do you really have the determination to wield your sword and kill someone?

The woman asked coldly and mockingly.

Have you ever experienced what despair feels like?

That was a desperate situation where one had to fight even after having both legs severed.

That was the despair of being so exhausted that you couldn't even hold a sword.

It was a constant cycle of death, yet it also felt like a recurring nightmare.

An endless cycle of reincarnation, being killed repeatedly, and waking up repeatedly.

He kept carrying his sword to see the "sister" standing in the center of the arena.

There is nothing more difficult than seeing the other person's movement trajectory, and there is no stronger desire than to survive.

I don't know how much time has passed, or how many times I've broken down.

But I woke up from the knocking.

Have you forgotten how your comrades died?

He was always so nonchalant, yet he always managed to provoke her anger with the most inappropriate questions.

He dies again and again, and then wakes up in a different place.

I don't know how many times I've died, nor how many times I've woken up.

In the end, it became more like a machine wielding a sword.

A machine that wakes up and immediately enters battle.

—Forged and tempered like iron.

—Like forging, all impurities are removed in the most forceful way.

Unnecessary actions, unnecessary thoughts, unnecessary considerations.

Searching for enemies with just your eyes will hurt, so in order to avoid pain, choose another way to search for enemies.

Listen with your ears, guess with your brain, and feel the sensation of the wind being disturbed with your skin.

In the end, she didn't know what she had left, or rather... what she had become.

All she knew was that she would wake up again and again, only to be stabbed to death and plunged into darkness.

He repeatedly went to the Sword Tomb to challenge his sister.

I don't know how much time passed, but the pain had almost gone numb, and movement had become muscle memory.

The numbness from wielding a sword had become a habit.

She felt like a weapon.

She'll be qualified soon.

Was my sister's past the same?

Having crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and ascended the steps formed by the remains of all the dead, I finally arrived here.

It has become what it is today.

She even had a strange feeling, a feeling of chasing after her sister, yearning to understand her past, and wanting to know more.

until----

He woke up once again, and once again came to the center of the arena with his sword in hand.

It was that attack again—one that you can't see or react to at all.

With just this one blow, the girl died countless times.

This time, however, she had no eyes to see, because she couldn't see her sister at all.

I didn't listen, because light is faster than sound.

She was simply experiencing a burst of inspiration.

Faced with absolute power, any fancy tricks will crumble at the slightest touch.

To survive, one must simply block this sword.

As for how to block the next sword strike, that's her problem for the next strike.

His empty, lifeless eyes didn't look in any direction.

But then, he turned around and blocked the way.

It's that simple. It's like putting an elephant in a refrigerator—it only takes a few steps.

How many steps would it take to block my sister's sword?

It only takes two steps.

He turned around, and then blocked the attack.

The next moment, the blade hummed softly—

That was an earth-shattering, unparalleled strike!

The silver arc of light was not even as fast as the thin blade of the sword.

Before the sound and light could reach them, the blade had already slashed down.