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I, the Final Boss of the Beta Server! – Chapter 154

Chapter 154: So, You Are the Graveminders, and I Am the Guardian

Blood splattered onto the Fairy Tale Book, tracing a winding red path on the white pages, unnoticed by anyone.

At the same time.

Thud—

Thud—

Amid the howling wind and tide, a muffled sound echoed.

At first, this sound was exceedingly faint… like an unmatured seed deeply rooting itself in the amber ice coffin.

But soon, that seed began to grow robustly within a moment, transforming into a colossal tree that overshadowed the sun, increasingly majestic and grand…

The howling winds and tides gradually faded—

Only the thunderous roar connecting heaven and earth remained.

It was the heartbeat of some colossal being.

The rhythm of the heartbeat resonated with the dim yellow sea of the Abyss, gradually merging into one.

With each heartbeat, there was a rise and fall of the tides.

And when that powerful heartbeat reached its zenith, at its utmost culmination—

It was the day the deity would burst forth from the decayed coffin sealed for millennia and return to the world.

However, just then.

Emerald green runes suddenly began to glow within the amber ice coffin, radiating a dense aura of life.

Then, emerald lines were slowly outlined.

Transforming into intricate and magnificent arrays that covered the entire surface of the ice coffin.

This was Noah’s contingency plan set in advance upon the ice coffin.

Just as life and death are inherently antonyms.

For the newly revived God of Death, who had just regained new life but had yet to reclaim his full powers… the Legend of the Bounty Sequence was his greatest nemesis.

It was a green cage constructed from the aura of life and the great force of abundance, which could also be understood as a form of seal.

This was a prison capable of confining deities, in which the resurrected God of Death could not continue to exist or accumulate any power but could only serve as a power engine, constantly drained by this sealed prison.

From within the amber ice coffin, a dazzling golden glint shot forth, followed by a deafening roar.

Storms and tidal waves swept across the entire Abyss, raising towering waves that could overshadow the sky, making the towering spire tremble violently.

Within the ice coffin, that majestic will was enraged.

He had just awakened from ten thousand years of slumber, eager to gaze at the sky and view the world beneath him… to see how this world, which he would once again govern, had changed after millennia.

But immediately, he sensed the hidden contingency set within this perfect vessel flowing with his blood—a vessel that was a half-breed of human and deity.

How lowly were the humans attempting to set a trap within the vessel of his rebirth.

They sought to seal the newly reborn self, turning the mighty deity into a completely imprisoned prisoner, robbed of freedom.

The solemn majesty transformed into boundless wrath…

The fury of a king brought forth thunder and roars, intent on annihilating the vile human who wished to enslave the deity.

However—

Amidst the violent tide of divine wrath, the emerald seal runes showed no signs of weakening.

Instead, the emerald radiance became denser, exuding a vigorous vitality.

Death and life are indeed interdependent.

At the pinnacle of extreme death, at the endpoint of annihilation, comes another cycle of resurrection…

Thus, no matter how tyrannical the divine power of death may be, it can never destroy that abundant seal, and may even become a nutrient feeding that cage.

Just as wildfires can never completely burn down the grasslands; as long as a spring breeze blows, new seeds will sprout in the fertile ashes.

The ancient deity’s roar continued.

But the trembling Abyss, along with the booming thunder, gradually quieted down.

That emerald seal prison coalesced around the ice coffin, slowly solidifying into a distinct entity.

Suppressing that awakening consciousness, siphoning divine power and authority.

It aimed to imprison the sleeping Akshia within the ice coffin, along with the remnants of the old God of Death reviving inside her, turning them into slaves, mere caged birds deprived of freedom…

Below the tower, Noah’s usually indifferent expression finally revealed some rare fluctuation.

This was the moment after countless eras, as the ancient path to the realm of gods reopened.

And most importantly, that newly revived deity was about to be completely mastered by himself, reduced to his prisoner and puppet.

To imprison a true deity.

Even within the Graveminders organization, this was an unprecedented achievement that had never been accomplished before.

Witnessing his plan on the verge of succeeding, even from Noah’s perspective, his Avatar of Abundance couldn’t help but be momentarily lost in thought.

This split of the Avatar of Abundance only lasted a mere moment.

This could hardly be called a flaw… Even if an ordinary person were to discover his split, Noah, with his genuine legendary status as an Avatar of Abundance, could easily suppress all anomalies.

However—

It was at this moment.

“Oh, world…”

A soft chant suddenly resonated throughout the world, overshadowing the howling winds.

“Here, come to a standstill.”

In the next instant.

Neither the tides, the storms, nor that slowly pulsating heartbeat…

Everything, at this moment, came to a halt, freezing in place.

The entire Abyss transformed into a still frame of a landscape, even the flow of air… and the ripples of spirit and soul ceased to exist.

The whole world was silent.

Only the boy, the sole entity capable of normal action in this frozen world, remained.

[You have equipped the Original Text “Fate: Stagnation of the World.”]

[Warning! There exists an over-spec target within the skill’s range. Forcibly activating this original text against that over-spec target may result in severe consequences, including the failure of the original text, backlash of psychic power, and soul trauma!]

[Please consider the repercussions carefully before using this original text!]

In Rast’s mind, lines of text flickered continuously, bearing a blood-red hue.

This was the latest original text unlocked by Rast.

After the fateful confrontation with Grey in Paradise City… the sequence of fate within his “Library of Fools” finally unlocked a new capability.

Perhaps due to the bond level still not meeting the requirements, what Rast unlocked was not the “Time Rewind” that served as Grey’s final trump card, but rather “Stagnation of the World”—

Creating a complete time stagnation around himself as the focal point.

Only the user remained with full action capability.

In terms of the skill’s effects, this resembled that vampire known for lifting a steamroller and shouting “XX Lola”… It could be understood either as slowing the time flow within the surrounding area or as a super acceleration of oneself.

Click—

Click—

In the moment of the time halt, from beneath the tower came the sounds of breaking.

In this almost still photograph world, fine cracks began to emerge as if the photograph were being pulled apart, ready to shatter at any moment.

This was simply a matter of fact.

Whether “Stagnation of the World” or “Time Rewind”… neither could affect legendary ranks.

Interfering with the time flow of legends was something even Grey, a believer of fate, would struggle to achieve… let alone Rast, who could only simulate the Fate Sequence through the “Library of Fools.”

At this moment, forcibly activating it… similarly to the glaring blood-red warning before Rast’s eyes—

What should have lasted several seconds to over ten seconds was now upended the moment it activated, likely breaking in less than a second.

If that “Stagnant World” were forcibly shattered by Noah’s legendary avatar, then regardless of whether it was the “Library of Fools” or Rast himself, the originator of the text, they would likely suffer tremendous psychic backlash… or worse, spirit damage that could turn them into an immortal vegetative state.

Yet, in that moment, Rast paid no heed to the incessantly flashing blood-red alerts in his mental space.

Although the forcibly activated time halt could only act upon legends for less than a second…

That less than a second was already ample time.

Suddenly, a cracking sound resonated from Rast’s fingers.

In his hand, the surface of the emerald stone revealed a tiny crack.

That was Noah’s backup plan.

Also the core focal point of the abundant sealing array upon the ice coffin…

As long as it was held, one could completely control this cage capable of imprisoning deities, extracting the power of the old God of Death for one’s own use.

However, at this very moment.

A multitude of cracks engulfed the entire surface of the emerald stone.

Then.

Crack—

The emerald emitted a crisp moan, followed by shattering.

Only the dense aura of life remained, along with countless emerald shards scattering in the high winds above as they exploded.

On the surface of the amber ice coffin, the emerald sealing runes suddenly brightened.

Then, the abundant seal, that emerald cage, began to dim inch by inch.

Correspondingly, the remnants of the God of Death, who had been gradually suppressed within the ice coffin and was about to turn into a captive, surged once more.

The core of the abundant seal was shattered by external force.

Thus, within the ice coffin, that resurrected deity had no more shackles.

Boom—

The still world was torn apart by legendary might, and the once-stagnant time flow returned to normalcy.

“Rast.”

Noah’s voice, laced with implicit fury, echoed from the depths of the Abyss.

“You have broken the core of the abundant seal, releasing the revived ancient god from the cage.”

“Do you even realize what you are doing?”

“Are you aware of what you have rejected?”

“Human…”

Simultaneously, another voice came from within the ice coffin.

That was the language of the Age of Gods, carrying the weight of thunder, its tone echoing as if it came from the far reaches of primeval times.

This was the conversation from the remnants of the reborn ancient God of Death, and although Rast had never learned the language of the Age of Gods, the ancient words resonated clearly in his heart, allowing him to sense their meaning.

“Thou hast done well.”

“Proceed to further destroy the seal and release me.”

“My godly body has been fully reforged and is no longer bound by the world’s laws—unlike my former kin, who could only hide beneath the blazing threshold, I can freely walk upon the earth.”

“Once I reclaim my full power and ascend to the godly throne… whether it be this Avatar of Abundance before you or its true form, and even the Graveminders behind it, will be no different from ants in my presence.”

“At that time, you shall be the Vice Lord of Heaven, the right hand of the deity, the ruler of the entire mundane world.”

The authoritative words rang in Rast’s ears just as the “time halt” was disrupted.

There was Noah’s furious inquiry and the invitation and temptation from the remnants of the old God of Death.

At the center of the whirlpool, atop the highest point of the Abyss.

Rast’s face had turned completely pale, devoid of any trace of color.

The blood-red alerts within the Library of Fools were no idle threats.

The “Stagnation” of the world had been forcibly broken; how could he, as the user, avoid paying any price?

In the “Library of Fools,” the original text originally equipped “Fate: Stagnation of the World” had suddenly dimmed.

Forcibly activating this skill had damaged the Library… Once time passed and it was completely repaired, this time halt original text would be thoroughly dimmed and could not be used again.

And his soul had suffered significant damage in an instant.

Were it not for Rast’s extraordinary mental resilience honed over hundreds of cycles in Deep Blue Harbor… he likely would have already fallen into a vegetative state due to the damage to his mind.

However, at this moment.

“I know exactly what I’m doing, and I understand what I have forsaken… Your Grace Noah.”

Despite his remaining mental power barely sustaining the most basic movements, Rast still smiled.

A smile he had never shown before.

“Indeed, pretending to tolerate and continue lurking… inheriting the power of death, or choosing to fully release the God of Death to incite war between the old deity and the Graveminders… that would undoubtably be the optimal choice.”

“But—”

Rast smiled slightly: “If the remnants of that Old God of Death were to completely occupy this body, then everything would be meaningless.”

Rast turned to gaze at the ice coffin, where the ice-blue-haired girl lay.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her face constantly shifting expressions… occasionally showing the majesty of a king, and at other times filled with a unique girl-like confusion and timidity, as if trapped in a deep nightmare.

Seeing the girl, reminiscent of a sleeping beauty, a hint of softness flashed in Rast’s eyes.

“Your Grace Noah, you and the Graveminders… have stood at the pinnacle for far too long.”

“Long enough that you have forgotten the feelings of being ‘human’ in the past.”

“Thus, throughout it all, in your eyes, there are only the three factions of the Guardian, Graveminder, and the reviving Old God of Death…”

“You think only these three factions are worthy of sitting at the card table, while everything unfolding before you is simply a cold game of exchange between these three parties.”

“You have never considered the feelings of the third key in the Ascension Rite, nor have you ever asked…”

“Does this vessel, that is the revival of the Old God of Death, wish to be so?”

“The feelings of this… vessel?”

For the first time.

Noah turned his gaze towards the girl sleeping within the ice coffin.

But his expression remained indifferent, akin to a gardener looking at a set of pruning shears in his toolbox, a handy tool, but merely a tool.

“Between male and female beings… arising from gland secretions of stimulating hormones, the most primal reproductive drive?”

“Everything you do— is for such a laughable reason?”

“I didn’t expect Your Grace Noah’s knowledge of biology to be quite decent… it seems the technological level of past epochs is higher than I imagined.”

Rast chuckled: “You truly wouldn’t understand, and neither would your peers…”

“After all, in your world, aside from tangible interests, everything else is a meaningless illusion.”

He looked directly into the old man’s eyes: “Frankly, I once was such a person… forgetting the emotions of humanity, even forgetting humanity itself, living merely as a cold machine.”

“Existing just to fulfill the pre-set program goal of ‘survival’— every action was a cold value judgment, doing what benefitted one’s own survival and completely abandoning what did not.”

“However, later, I met a girl named Emis—”

“She told me that people shouldn’t just live to survive.”

“The concept of ‘living’ is not about waiting to slowly die, but it is to run continuously, witnessing various people and things, accomplishing all the wishes one strives for until one is too exhausted to walk anymore.”

“Only in this way, when death arrives, will there be no regrets. One can look back on the past without pain, able to calmly say, ‘I have no regrets in this life.’”

“I once did not understand the things little Ai told me… but now, after meeting Hiltina, encountering Mr. Silver, Grey, Leader Cisel, Akshia… and experiencing many different people and things.”

“It seems I have a slightly clearer understanding.”

Rast extended his hand, gently stroking the ice-blue hair of the girl within the ice coffin.

“I can’t be sure if this is indeed the primal drive you mentioned, derived from glandular hormone secretion… but I know this is the fervent thought that surges in my heart at this moment, with no trace of falsehood.”

“The noble spirit of protecting one’s subjects, the knightly creed of dying before one’s companions.”

“For those I cherish and the world behind me… like a moth to a flame, knowingly attempting the impossible.”

“Due to a shared aspiration, passed down through generations like a fire that illuminates the long night.”

“Because of the hatred for endless tragedy, knowing that adversity and danger lie ahead, I must write the ending I desire for that imperfect fairy tale.”

He closed his eyes, placing his right hand on his chest, turning his back to the steep cliff from the tower’s apex.

“You can never comprehend my views, just as I can never acknowledge your creed.”

“Perhaps in your eyes, this is an utterly foolish choice, but I relish it.”

With a rush—

Amidst the wails of wind and tide.

Rast’s form tilted backward, falling from the top of the tower towards the depths of the Abyss.

“So—”

“You are the Graveminders, and I am the Guardian.”

(End of Chapter)

I, the Final Boss of the Beta Server!

I, the Final Boss of the Beta Server!

我,内测服最终BOSS!
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese
Rast’s time was hopelessly frozen on the same day after transmigrating into the western fantasy game Snow Moon Emblem. No matter what he did, when dusk arrived, the resurrected Old God would erase the entire city known as Deep Blue Port, along with every trace Rast had left behind. Time would rewind, and everything would begin again. He had once been joyful, using endless time to pursue various women, studying the most obscure and remote books in the library, honing each of his skills to perfection… He had also despaired, attempting to prevent the descent of the evil god, only to fall into utter hopelessness amidst endless failures… Until that day, after three hundred years of rewinding and failing, when Rast once again, in his mortal body, faced the Old God head-on, he saw a figure that absolutely should not have appeared. “Eh? According to history, Deep Blue Port should have been destroyed by the aftermath of the divine descent.” The poster girl from the game cover, the 「Azure Silver Sword Saint」 Shiltina, was staring at him with a face full of confusion. “And also, who is this strange Historical Echo instance NPC, and why is there absolutely no record of him in the chronicles?” Rast: ? So this is a replica projected from past history, and I’m just an NPC in the historical instance? So, I’ve been playing the beta server for a whole three hundred years? …… Breaking free from the shackles of time, the prisoner shattered the cage of history. And thus—— A player more terrifying than any boss was born.

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