Chapter 29 I Met a Very Special Girl
“According to the description, as long as it’s a skill that has been unlocked, I can replicate and use it in the form of the original text from the library.”
Rast slightly tried to focus his mind on the already unlocked skill “Chariot: Intuition.”
In the next moment, he saw the illusory card featuring Hiltina gradually brighten, surrounded by pale golden light spots.
A deep blue book then appeared floating in mid-air, slowly merging into his body.
[You have equipped the card—”Chariot: Hiltina”]
[You have used the original text—”Chariot: Intuition”]
[Remaining available original slots: 2/3]
Immediately, Rast felt his perception of the surrounding environment sharpen significantly, as if a sixth sense enveloped him, helping him make the best choice instinctively without any thought.
However, Rast didn’t need to fight at the moment, so he couldn’t experience the capabilities of the intuition skill that allowed him to dodge projectiles or foresee the future.
Moreover, during the activation of intuition, Rast did not feel any consumption of his mental power.
“This means that as a passive skill of the Chariot sequence, I can maintain this state of intuition for a long time, even permanently.”
“And the only price I need to pay to maintain this state of intuition is that one original slot will be occupied long-term.”
“However, I currently have only two usable skills, so three original slots are more than enough; being occupied isn’t a significant issue… I can just replace the original slots later when new skills are unlocked.”
After thinking for a moment, Rast also activated the original use of “Innate Skill: Infinite Martial Refinement.”
Another deep blue original text merged into his body, changing Rast’s remaining original slots to 1/3.
According to the description, this infinite martial refinement skill is a growth-type skill that permanently increases the power of his swordsmanship with every swing, so it should be equipped as early as possible.
Of course, the weapon Rast is proficient in is not a sword, but a g*n.
However, since the skill’s name is “Infinite Martial Refinement” rather than “Infinite Sword Swing,” it indicates that g*n techniques are likely included in the range of skills that can be improved.
Who says g*n techniques are not martial arts, and marksmanship isn’t a technique?
Rast was looking forward to the day when he could stack this layered skill to the limit and then take out the Evil God in one shot.
After completing all this, Rast’s mind stirred.
The black tower world named “Library of Fools” seemed to dissipate like a dream bubble, and the surrounding world was once again enveloped by the night.
He could feel the flowing night gradually thinning, becoming ephemeral.
According to Hiltina’s earlier words, once the night surrounding him completely disappears, he would break free from the echoes of history and the Night World, appearing at the entrance to the real Night World.
However, before that, Rast still had some things to do.
First, there was the issue of his Night Blade.
The “Library of Fools” did not come from the blessings of the Night World; it had long been bound deep within his soul.
Therefore, there is a high possibility that this Night Blade, said to encompass all phenomena in the world and all inventions and techniques of human civilization, has something to do with his past.
His past before he entered Deep Blue Harbor several hundred years ago.
And regarding that possible past, Rast only knew of one clue.
Additionally, before leaving the Night World to go to the brand new real world that Hiltina spoke of…
He truly wanted to revisit that place.
Rast’s mind stirred.
In the next moment, a badge he wore on his chest transformed into a silvery flash, landing in Rast’s right hand.
The g*n’s body was pure silver, reflecting a sharp metallic sheen, resembling the Iron Moon.
Moon of Iron Patterns.
Accompanying Rast for over a hundred years, it had transcended into Emblem Armor after passing through the echoes of Deep Blue Harbor.
Rast aimed the muzzle of the Moon of Iron Patterns at his temple and slowly squeezed the trigger.
Boom—
…
When Rast’s consciousness revived again, what greeted him was a verdant green hillside.
The soft green grass stretched along the hillside, below which was a lake like a silver mirror, beside which a tranquil little town nestled, and in the distance, he could see the undulating mountains capped with white snow.
The wind brushed through the hillside, rustling the treetops above, and the white windmill next to the town was slowly spinning, casting a large shadow on the lake’s surface.
A melodious instrument played in his ears.
A girl holding a wind instrument sat not far away on the hillside, sunlight filtering through the trees and falling on her pale cheeks, her light golden hair shimmering slightly.
When she noticed Rast waking up, the girl joyfully set down her wind instrument, and in the afternoon sun, her skin seemed almost translucent.
“Rast, you’re awake.”
“Yeah, Xiao Ai, how long have I been asleep?”
Rast rubbed his eyes; the scenery of this border town felt as soothing as a distant dream.
In fact, Rast genuinely couldn’t tell whether this was a dream or reality; he only knew that this border town was called Canaan.
And the blonde girl before him named Emis was a resident of Canaan, just like him, born and raised there, spending countless simple yet peaceful days on this verdant hillside.
Emis sat down beside Rast in the greenery, tilting her head to ponder: “About an hour?”
She gazed into Rast’s eyes with her sky-blue ones, suddenly asking, “Rast, did you have that dream again? Did you go to that place called Deep Blue Harbor?”
“Yeah,” Rast nodded.
“Then you didn’t do anything foolish in your dream this time, did you?” Emis’s eyes flickered with seriousness.
“I didn’t jump into the molten iron at the steel factory to commit s*icide, I didn’t chase thrills by using those addictive hallucinogens, and I didn’t…” Her voice paused, and she coughed lightly: “I didn’t go looking for that lead dancer in black stockings.”
“No,” Rast shook his head.
“That’s good.”
Seemingly relieved, Emis took two large paper-wrapped packages from a basket beside her wool boots.
She handed one of the packages to him: “Today’s afternoon tea is sandwiches.”
Taking the sandwich, the moment he unwrapped it, a rich aroma wafted out.
Rast took a bite of the sandwich, feeling the crispness of the thin, round bread mixed with the juices of the roasted meat spreading in his mouth.
This is why he never learned to cook in Deep Blue Harbor and now could only make scrambled eggs with rice.
Rast thought for a moment and softly spoke, “But my experience in Deep Blue Harbor this time was a bit special.”
“Mm, what happened?” Emis seemed in good spirits and retrieved iced tea from her little basket, handing it to Rast.
Rast took the iced tea and sipped: “I met a girl I had never seen in Deep Blue Harbor before.”
“She was very special…”
(End of Chapter)
