Chapter 194: You Are Not the Son of the Night World, It Is Your True Son (Two-in-One)
As night fell, the illusion solidified to envelop Rast within it.
Outside the veil-like night, whether it was the pitch-black Era Tombstone or the hall of the Tower of Secrets, all scenery faded and receded.
It was about to separate Rast from the present world and take him to the echoes of history.
Naturally, this also included the Silver Weasel that Rast was holding.
This was only natural; Night Travelers could retain the most basic clothing and gear when entering the Night World, but they could never bring other beings along. Otherwise, the restriction on entering the Echoes of the Era for team play would not hold.
However, when the night truly touched Rast’s body, the solidified darkness suddenly dissipated.
It became illusory and ethereal, no longer able to affect Rast in the slightest.
[Fate Nexus: You are the source of all fates; flowing time and years bifurcate before you, transforming into two unrelated straight lines; you are both the creator and the conclusion of the story; countless worldlines arise because of you and will end because of you.]
[As the source of fate, you exist independently of time, and your resistance to time-related skills is greatly enhanced.]
This inherent skill was acquired by Rast after establishing a bond with Grey through the Library of Fools.
The original form of this inherent skill was permanently solidified within Rast, unable to be closed or replaced.
The effect of this skill could be described as a thoroughly double-edged sword.
As a negative effect of the double-edged sword, every time the Echoes of the Era was completed, the “reflux” from the Night World could not take effect on Rast.
Other Night Travelers, no matter how battered they became in the Night World, as long as they still had a breath left, could be restored to full health after completion, healed and lively again.
But Rast could not benefit from that healing through reflux, so every time he made some big news in the Night World, he would have to lie in the school hospital for a long time.
He was almost more familiar with the VIP hospital bed by the window than his own student dormitory.
But at this moment, the other side of the double-edged sword that was the “Fate Nexus” manifested itself.
Other Night Travelers faced the detection and separation they must inevitably endure upon entering the Night World, but those effects completely lost their efficacy on Rast.
In the next instant, that rich darkness flickered and vanished in the hall of the Tower of Secrets.
And the figure of one person and one ferret by the Era Tombstone was no longer present.
“Mr. Silver, the tea you wanted has arrived.”
A few minutes later, Professor Barbarossa pushed open the door and walked into the Era Hall, holding a pot of black tea.
However, he looked around and never saw the figure of the ferret.
“Earlier, it said it would drink tea with me and wait for that little kid Rast to come out; how did the ferret disappear in the blink of an eye?”
Professor Barbarossa scratched his furry palm and did not think much of it.
With that ferret’s fickle nature, doing anything only in short bursts of enthusiasm, it was most likely that it found having tea with him too boring and ran back home to continue being a homebody ferret.
He set down the pot of black tea, took out a large thermos cup specially made for himself with goji berries inside, and sipped it while walking outside the hall.
There was no other choice; life as a security guard at the Tower of Secrets was plain and unadorned.
It had directly saved him fifty years of life’s detours.
…
Perhaps it was due to the increase in Rast’s own strength, the power of the Library of Fools was also increasingly unveiled.
This time entering the Echoes of the Era, Rast did not experience the dizzying sensation or the feeling of consciousness recovering from a coma like before.
As the gossamer-like night faded slowly before him, what came into view was a whole new world.
He seemed to be in a quite modern room, with bright white lights, a soft big bed, and a huge projection screen…
Through the large glass floor-to-ceiling window, he could see the towering buildings outside, the bustling city filled with cars and lights.
For a moment, Rast almost thought he had returned to his past life, one without swords and magic, without the Night World and extraordinary beings—a purely technology-built modern city.
But soon, he regained his focus.
On the computer desk in the room lay a sci-fi style virtual reality headset.
And between the towering buildings outside, occasionally soaring through the sky were manned flying vehicles…
All of this hinted that the place he had arrived was not a modern city from his past life; rather, it was an authentic sci-fi world, or one could say, near-future.
“Oh my God!”
“What is going on? I actually got pulled in for real?”
A noisy voice rang in Rast’s ears.
Mr. Silver broke free from Rast’s grasp and jumped onto his shoulder, looking out at the bustling, high-tech city with astonished eyes.
It had thought this was just a sudden whim of Rast’s, simply wanting to torment itself a bit, never considering it would succeed.
But to its surprise, it had truly been brought into the Night World by this guy, something Mr. Silver had unsuccessfully tried for hundreds of years.
“You still say you are not the son of the Night World!”
It looked at Rast with growing suspicion, “No, this is no longer just a matter of being a son.”
“I think you are indeed the father of the Night World; without you, there would be no Night World!”
“However, since I have successfully entered the Night World…”
“Doesn’t that also mean I can be recognized as a Night Traveler, and thus naturally gain the Night World’s experience points and emblem armor rewards?”
Just thinking about this possibility made Mr. Silver overlook any dilemma regarding Rast’s relationship with the Night World—whether it was a son or a father—and it straightaway began to inspect its own mental state.
As the dean of Starry University, having witnessed countless students rise like comets, Mr. Silver had long coveted everything in the Night World.
Sure, there were dangers within the Night World, and once d*ath occurred, there would be no return, but both the Night World and the Echoes of the Era also harbored endless opportunities—so long as one could withstand the trials, they could grow rapidly in a very short time, far outpacing other extraordinary beings.
If it were not for this, then how could the new students who barely attained the second rank upon entering Starry University achieve fifth or even sixth ranks in just four short years, directly transforming into capable strong entities?
And without the opportunities of the Night World, ordinary extraordinary beings would be forced to accumulate, train, and play roles step by step… Just referencing those ancient era powerhouses, even reaching the pinnacle of the sixth rank often required nearly a hundred years of arduous cultivation, let alone breaking through to legend.
Those legendary sorcerers from the Second Epoch’s sorcerer civilization, those legendary psychic beings from the Fourth Epoch’s virtual realm civilization… none of them were not achieved through hundreds of years of hard work.
Many sorcerers were already old and nearing the end of their lifetimes by the time they broke through to legend and built their own mage towers, and not long after, they would pass away.
There was no comparison to these Night Travelers who were on a whole different level.
And the reason Mr. Silver needed to continually seek SR and SSR opportunities, maliciously acting cute in front of Rast and Hiltina, was also because it could not enter the Night World and take the shortcut of human Night Travelers, thus it could only rely on the most plain and unadorned methods to seek opportunities.
Now that it had entered the Night World and could receive the task rewards of the Night World, everything would be utterly different.
“Night World!”
“System! Light screen!”
“Lord God! Big light ball!”
“Lincoln dead big head!”
“Deep blue, add points!”
Mr. Silver stood on Rast’s shoulder, wiggling its fluffy white tail, muttering all sorts of incantations, trying to activate its panel as a Night Traveler.
But no matter how Mr. Silver chanted, its mystical attempts were unsuccessful.
“Mr. Silver, you were forcibly brought in by me using my own abilities, circumventing the Night World’s detection, so to speak, it was smuggling.”
“Since you were smuggled in, you are a completely illegal resident in the Night World; naturally, you cannot have proof of being a Night Traveler.”
Rast spoke up, interrupting Mr. Silver’s continued attempts at various incantations.
The other party had already started chanting “Open sesame,” and he feared that if it continued, it would even pull out “The unhallowed one, master of luck, belongs not to this era” in the chant.
Upon hearing Rast’s words, Mr. Silver finally ceased its impulse to keep trying new incantations.
Its fluffy tail drooped a bit dejectedly, but soon it perked up again, causing Rast to question whether this creature was really a ferret or a dog.
“Forget it, an illegal resident is an illegal resident; it doesn’t matter if I can’t get rewards, this was originally an unexpected joy.”
Mr. Silver regained its spirits.
As a ferret, it always had an incredibly flexible expectation threshold, excelling in self-entertainment and psychological victories.
“Regardless, being able to personally enter the Night World and see the historical echoes from another era is a nice pastime; it’s certainly more enjoyable than just sleeping at home.”
“For example, the ‘completely immersive virtual reality game that’s all the rage across the continent,’ as mentioned in previous intel.”
Reinvigorated, Mr. Silver looked around and soon spotted two virtual reality headsets neatly placed on the table.
However, just as Mr. Silver was about to leap to directly try this future-age entertainment, a hint of suspicion suddenly flashed in its eyes.
“Speaking of which, why did you suddenly think to bring me into the Night World? This can’t just be a whim of yours, can it?”
“Purely wanting to repay your dean, allowing me to experience the Night World and appreciate the customs of other historical eras?”
Mr. Silver looked at the unperturbed Rast with increasingly suspicious eyes.
As the one who had been beside Rast the longest… the ferret… Mr. Silver might be the one who understood Rast best in this world.
It was well aware of this kid’s temperament and style of doing things; stripping away the masked persona he put on, he was actually a very standard energy saver, cold and mechanical, prioritizing efficiency above all.
To achieve his goals, he would do anything without moral or legal concerns.
Conversely, if something had nothing to do with accomplishing his own goals, he wouldn’t do it at all.
The benefits from this guy were not free; even seemingly impulsive and thoughtless actions had ulterior motives behind them.
“Didn’t expect Mr. Silver to be so sharp—truly worthy of being the holder of the ‘Moon’ Sequence.”
Rast praised quietly.
“Actually, I brought Mr. Silver here so you could be my bodyguard…”
“After all, according to the intel we previously gathered, this near-future sci-fi age in the Sixth Epoch has a background event like the ‘Artificial Angel Project’… it very likely involves eighth-rank powerhouses, the pinnacle combat forces from the level of gods and angels.”
“If I accidentally make some trouble in these historical echoes and get hunted by angels, I hope Mr. Silver can take me away as needed.”
“Additionally—”
Rast’s tone remained calm: “I’ve recently felt that my sequence advancement seems to have hit a stagnation point, so I want to ask Mr. Silver to help me find my legendary path in this Night World—”
“Specifically, the direction to break through to legend, or even reach the angel realm.”
“Stop, stop, stop! What are you talking about?”
Mr. Silver stared wide-eyed, mouth agape.
“Be a bodyguard for you in front of eighth-rank angels, help you improve your legendary path?”
“Why do you have such unreasonable expectations for a ferret? Is it possible that I am just a ferret… the Moon sequence is also non-combat oriented; for that, you need to seek out the old principal!”
It looked at Rast with its ruby-like beast eyes, pitiful and helpless.
“Really—”
“But I have a feeling that you, Mr. Silver, are intentionally being cute and hiding your strength. For example, if you really didn’t want me to find out, my ‘Eye of Secrets’ would never locate you.”
“Perhaps your sequence development isn’t good at combat, but taking me away from angels should not be a big problem.”
Rast flashed a sunny smile:
“After all, if I really d*e, then Mr. Silver, as a smuggled illegal resident, will not be able to escape the Night World and return to reality either.”
(End of Chapter)
