I, the Final Boss of the Beta Server! – Chapter 73

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on June 4, 2025

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Chapter 73: Become a Guardian?

Crack.

This was the sound of something shattering, echoing throughout the silent Frozen Water Town.

Grey, who was desperately fighting against the crazy whispers in her mind, opened her eyes in confusion.

Then she saw the center of the night sky, the source of countless threads—suddenly, a minuscule crack appeared in that twisted, writhing bl**d moon.

At first, the crack was very slight, barely noticeable without careful observation.

But after a few breaths, the crack quickly expanded, soon covering the entirety of the moon’s surface.

Boom—

The moment the crack appeared, the illusory bl**d moon dimmed a few shades.

Half of the threads hanging from the sky also snapped.

At the same time, the bl**d mist enveloping the two of them seemed to have been stimulated and exploded violently.

Completely abandoning the corruption-focused Grey, the bl**d mist that had previously covered the entire Frozen Water Town was steadily thinning.

Like the retreating sea at dusk, it quickly revealed the houses and streets that had been obscured by the bl**d mist.

And in Grey’s ears, the seemingly never-ending crazy whispers and corruption also vanished.

But corresponding to that—

In the distance, beside the boy silently holding a sniper rifle.

The bl**d mist was continuously condensing, gathering until it almost solidified.

Then, it transformed into black flames and began to burn directly.

The source of the pollution was afraid—

It had transformed from a lifeless entity to a pollutant due to a hint of the Evil God’s aura, and after fully activating, it had also been given the concept of life.

Like a living being, it had developed the instincts to seek benefit and avoid harm, a fear of d*ath.

All along, the pollution source had been lurking in Frozen Water Town, corrupting and eroding the minds of intruders with its threads, turning each one into its puppet, as there was no one who could truly harm its essence.

As for the puppets being harmed by intruders, that was just trivial… After all, as long as the intruders were corrupted, new puppets would be replenished.

But at this moment—

Before Rast’s sniper rifle, in front of that dazzling and lighthouse-like b*llet that penetrated both the night sky and bl**d mist, unable to escape despite any changes in position.

The pollution source of Frozen Water Town heard the whispers of d*ath for the first time, sensing the crisis of life.

Although it could not comprehend why this boy, who had mutilated his own eyes and sensed only a second-tier presence… much weaker than any previous intruder, could unleash such a terrifying and inescapable attack.

However, the survival instinct awakened after activation caused the pollution source to even abandon its treacherous desire for Grey, whose fate power had already been over half corroded and was within easy reach.

In order to survive.

By any means, it poured all the remaining bl**d mist into Rast.

No expense was spared to k*ll this boy, who it had previously ignored and dismissed.

Under the unlimited concentration, under the unlimited squeezing.

That bl**d mist, which had originally felt like gas, now solidified into pitch-black flames.

Like a festering sore, the black flames violently wrapped around Rast.

Under the influence of the black flames, Rast’s hair and the bl**d in his eye sockets were quickly obliterated by the extreme heat and curse.

Even his body was rapidly burning, the skin burned away, along with the flesh.

…

Having lost the binding of the crazy whispers and bl**d mist, Grey was finally liberated, regaining her freedom.

The moment she regained her ability to move, she madly ran towards the distance, towards the center of the black flames.

However, just after taking two steps.

The black flames once again gathered violently, swirling like a vortex.

Then, in the next moment, it exploded like a corona erupting.

Grey’s diminutive form could barely resist as the high-temperature winds, unleashed by the pollution source’s desperate eruption, toppled her.

The high temperature in the fire scene had already stirred up a terrifying storm due to the temperature difference, the wind pressure pinning Grey tightly to the ground, not even allowing her to move.

The only thing she could do was struggle to open her eyes under the wind pressure, watching everything happening within the black flames.

That was a torrent of black fire.

And in the center of that fire torrent, Rast’s body had already burned away a part.

First the skin, then his relatively soft abdomen.

Finally, even the bronze-colored skeleton could be seen through the charred flesh.

Yet Rast’s movements remained steady, not even slightly shaken.

It is hard for an ordinary person to imagine the immense pain of being engulfed in flames, even the most skilled special forces soldier could not execute complete movements under such circumstances.

This is the physiological instinct of human beings, just like one instinctively withdrawing their hand upon touching something hot.

But this sensation of being burned by high temperatures had long since become commonplace for Rast.

In the cycle of Deep Blue Harbor, during that phase of numbness and seeking stimulation and self-destruction… he had countless times thrown himself into molten steel at an ironworks, carefully feeling the process of his limbs being burned by the molten iron.

And at this moment, it was merely a rehash of the past, he had even overcome physiological instinct.

He withdrew the old shell from the magazine of the “Seven Layers of Vision,” and once again loaded the ammunition, using his sixth sense to calibrate the direction.

In the end, Rast, with his skin burned away and most of his flesh—

Only the last nerves, tendons, and the bones of his index finger were left to pull the trigger.

Bang.

The sniper rifle’s muzzle lifted again, bursting forth bright flames.

Its barrel had already turned a red hot from the high temperature; had it not been for the “Emblem Armor” enhanced by the Night World, it probably would have exploded from overheating.

But the sharp-tip b*llet, transformed from his eyes, was still shot out.

The brilliance like a lighthouse flashed again.

Piercing through the bl**d mist, penetrating the pitch-black, lightless dome of the night sky, even the light of the bl**d moon was briefly obscured.

But this time, the light of the b*llet’s trajectory was no longer pure white; it was bl**d-red, matching the color of the mist, as if bearing the weight of hatred and fate.

Carrying the last warmth of the souls of countless deceased, it pierced through the ever-shifting, churning bl**d mist.

Precisely, it penetrated the core of that bl**d mist, the source of all pollution.

…

After a breath of silence.

Above the heavens, the bl**d moon, covered with cracks, shattered.

It transformed into countless flickering reddish light points scattered.

Immediately after.

The world disintegrated—

Light twisted, time and space were reversed.

The whole world, whether it was houses, towns, or the night sky, was falling apart.

Grey strained to open her eyes in the fiery wind.

But the last scene she saw was the boy whose flesh was nearly burned away, leaving only a bronze-colored skeleton, standing with a massive sniper rifle.

He stood in the tide of black flames, in the firelight like a sunrise.

Grey desperately wanted to run forward.

The black fire curtain parted beneath her feet like seawater, as if it were a coincidence created without bias by fate.

Unknowingly, Grey finally grasped the power of fate that had been hidden within her but always beyond her control.

However, when she stepped onto the black flames, finally coming closer, she found the boy’s broken figure had transformed into countless scattered light points, fragmented in the nightfall that descended from unknown origins.

In the next moment, the distorted time.

Took everything away to another place.

…

When Grey opened her eyes again, she found herself under a bright sky.

What came into view was not the endless night and mist, but a blue sky.

She was standing in the wilderness, amidst the ruins of a giant town.

A collapsed clock tower, dilapidated houses, crumbling walls, rotting wooden floors, a tavern sign with rusted and indistinguishable words, and streets piled with layers of dust…

Grey could vaguely distinguish elements of the former Frozen Water Town from the ruins before her.

But when she subconsciously reached out to touch a book on the shelf in front of her.

At the moment her finger touched it, the book crumbled into dust and collapsed.

This was the effect of weathering; long times had corroded everything here, leaving only broken forms.

This was the real Frozen Water Town.

In the perpetually twisted passage of time, everything in Frozen Water Town had gone through decades, the once-thriving little town had decayed into ruins.

The previously bustling town filled with people and laughter… was merely a continuously recurring illusion created by Grey’s twisted time.

And now, the dream had ended.

Everything returned to reality.

Grey stood on the decrepit ruins in the wilderness, lost in thought for a long time.

Clatter.

Something fell from her embrace and landed on the ground with a dull sound.

Grey came to her senses and picked up the fallen item.

On the silver badge, rough lines were etched depicting waves.

Not far from the lines, a pair of simple silver wings enclosed the coastline within.

This was the Guardian’s wing emblem, marked with numerous scratches and scorched remnants from the fire.

Also, it was the gift that Rast had left for Grey during their late-night conversation.

Grey cautiously held the seemingly worn Guardian wing emblem in her palm.