Chapter 92 He is the Man Who Could Become My Brother-in-Law (Two-in-One)
Rast tucked away the items left by Mr. Silver, along with the pure white Holy Grenade, into his embrace.
The appearance of this item really looked like two translucent chess pieces, as if made of crystal, identical to the chess pieces from Rast’s past life.
One was the “King,” and the other was the castle-shaped “Rook.”
Holding one of the chess pieces would allow the use of the King and Rook Swap, allowing him to exchange positions with the other piece.
Of course, just like the rules of chess in Rast’s previous life, the King and Rook Swap could only be used once per game, and the Substitute Chess Piece in Rast’s hand was a consumable item that would be rendered useless after one use.
Even so, it was a great item that could save his life at a crucial moment, serving as a substitute for the Flying Thunder God.
Mr. Silver’s decision to leave this item for him clearly took into account its compatibility with the Holy Grenade previously gifted to him by Professor Barbarossa.
Without this item to combine with, the killing range of the Holy Grenade would likely result in injuring eight hundred while harming oneself a thousand.
One must say, Mr. Silver truly had set his proud beast firmly.
……
There were many checkpoints on the outside of the Tower of Secrets, but the inside was not heavily guarded.
After all, if any invader could pass through the outer checkpoints and reach the inside of the Tower of Secrets… then setting up any more security gates or passwords would be no different than decoration.
Soon, Rast arrived alone at the entrance to the End of the Night World.
The entrances to other Night Worlds looked like doors, emitting a shimmering light like waves.
But the entrance to the End of the Night World was somewhat different.
It was a huge, pitch-black stone tablet.
It looked somewhat like the Stellar Obelisk standing grandly at the entrance of Starry University, but unlike the obelisk, the stone tablet before me appeared more ethereal and ancient.
Moreover, the surface of the tablet was not inscribed with names of Night Travelers; instead, there were countless ancient and mysterious marks concealed beneath the faint night color.
These were traces of the passage of time, carrying the charm of desolation and distance.
It seemed as if this stone tablet, much like the definition of the Night World, witnessed the rise, prosperity, decline, and ultimate end of a civilization in the old epochs.
As if it was—
The tombstone of that once magnificent civilization.
Rast stood in front of the pitch-black tombstone, hesitating.
The faint night color that veiled the tombstone briefly dissipated, and in the dim light, the clear surface of the tablet reflected Rast’s current appearance.
Tall and poised, with an extraordinary demeanor.
His handsome face had deep contours, and his expression was indifferent.
Only those eyes, beneath dark tousled hair, appeared initially clear, like sparkling stars at the bottom of a lake.
But upon closer inspection, one could see mottled cracks deep in the eyes…
Like broken porcelain, internally filled with cracks, barely maintained in a complete form by glue.
“I never expected that just looking at some documents in the archives would lead to such a psychological state,” Rast said, looking at his reflection on the tablet, allowing a bitter smile to escape.
If it were before, when he was stuck in Deep Blue Harbor, this psychological state… would basically mean he was not far from returning to Canaan to see Xiao Ai.
However, for Rast now, even if he returned to that place during the interval in the Night World, Canaan was no longer necessarily that idyllic place that could heal all scars for him.
Just like in Frozen Water Town, where the bl**d Mist had woven an illusion based on his memories.
Canaan truly existed in the real world, and he could reunite with Xiao Ai in reality, even attend classes at Starry University, and go on adventures together… But all of this ultimately was just Rast’s one-sided dream.
And since it was a dream, there would eventually come a day to awaken.
“But even so, I must uncover the truth,” he muttered softly.
Canaan vanished from the real world, yet the truth remained amidst the interstices of the Night World.
The truth about the person who planted the dream of becoming a Guardian in the heart of his younger self.
And the truth about being trapped in Deep Blue Harbor for three hundred years…
After speaking this self-reflection, the rippling waves in Rast’s mental ocean suddenly calmed.
He took a deep breath and steadied his thoughts.
In the reflection of the tablet, that pair of eyes became shrouded in a layer of gray mist, obscuring their sharp light.
Rast put on that flawless mask, leaving no flaw in front of others.
“Now, for the final confirmation.”
“Five disposable healing crystals, a Holy Grenade, a Substitute Chess Piece ‘King and Rook,’ Emblem Armor ‘Iron Pattern Moon,’ Emblem Armor ‘Seven Layers of Vision,’ various alchemical secret medicines, specially crafted enchanted bullets… nothing is missing.”
“Mind power full, physical condition acceptable.”
“All inherent skills have cooled down, the original copy of the Library of Fools confirmed to be correct, and all historical materials about the Sixth Epoch in the Tower of Secrets database, including various common languages of that epoch, have been memorized.”
“Preparation complete, ready perfectly.”
He gently extended his hand.
Letting his right hand touch the enormous pitch-black tombstone.
In the next moment.
Everything around him, whether the flickering candle flames or the flowing breeze, was suddenly frozen in place.
Only the increasingly thick night color emanating from the stone tablet remained—
Gently wrapping around Rast’s form.
He entered the Night World once again.
The End of the Night World belonging to the Sixth Epoch.
……
“Sigh, one after another, always making the ferret worry.”
“Clearly with these guys’ talents, they could just relax and level up at the academy… yet they all have to act so high and mighty, practically bathing in the Night World year-round.”
“Sigh, with this guy in the Night World, there’s no certainty at all, making me lose my appetite for the dried fish snacks.”
In the empty Tower of Secrets, a flash of silver light suddenly flickered.
Mr. Silver floated in mid-air, looking at the gradually dissipating night color next to the huge tombstone, heaved a heavy sigh.
Although he said he didn’t like the scene of farewells, he still secretly followed along and revealed himself only after Rast entered the Night World.
“Who should take care of today’s meal ticket… Young Tina, or Young Xiya?”
“However, with Young Tina’s personality, she is most likely either already in the Historical Echo or on her way there… Young Xiya should be stationed at the Night World entrance on the border, finding her would take several days’ journey.”
“So troublesome, I don’t want to move around in this cold weather, but there’s no internet in the Tower of Secrets. Should I just take a nap here and wait for that brat to come out?”
While Mr. Silver was aimlessly tumbling in the air, considering whether to visit the academy or simply enter hibernation mode here…
His ruby-like beast eyes suddenly flashed with suspicion as he looked toward the direction of the Tower of Secrets entrance.
Using the instincts of a magical creature, Mr. Silver sensed a familiar presence from that direction.
“Young Xiya?”
“Just as I was saying I had no meal ticket, she came right to the door?”
Mr. Silver’s heart leaped with joy, but then he quickly became dejected again.
Although during this time, he had followed Rast and rushed around, knowing nothing about what had happened in the academy…
Arkhia coming to the Tower of Secrets at this time clearly would not be to chat with him, nor would it likely be for researching materials.
It was highly likely that Arkhia also intended to challenge the End of the Night World.
Although Arkhia’s “God of d*ath” sequence was not as unique as Mr. Silver’s own sequence, there was no second to be found anywhere.
But because progressing in this sequence required dealing with d*ath, the extraordinary beings on this long ladder of the sequence were quite few even in the whole history… the vast majority of those who tread upon this sequence went mad either from frequent encounters with d*ath or died inexplicably in various bizarre ways.
Thus, the knowledge inheritance of the God of d*ath sequence was also extremely fragmentary, and to successfully advance, one could only enter a Night World that had compatibility.
The End of the Night World was the only one with full sequence compatibility, plus with its higher rewards, powerful and confident Night Travelers like Arkhia often chose it as their trial ground.
It didn’t matter, even if he was about to enter the Night World, being able to scrounge some meal tickets was a victory.
However, just as Mr. Silver was wagging his snow-white tail, preparing to find Arkhia to scrounge food and drink…
His fluffy tail suddenly froze mid-air.
“What a stroke of luck, I never expected to stumble upon a pleasant surprise while following big sister Arkhia.”
An elegant and melodious girl’s voice echoed in the air.
In the next moment, Mr. Silver saw a girl dressed in a gown, with brown medium-length hair, looking around twelve or thirteen years old, walking in behind Arkhia.
She looked at Mr. Silver, who had a dumbfounded expression in mid-air, and a look of surprise appeared on her delicate face.
The girl lifted her gown and performed a flawless royal courtesy to Mr. Silver.
“Long time no see, Mr. Silver.”
Hearing the girl’s innocent and melodious voice, Mr. Silver’s fur stood on end.
His eyes sparkled with silver light, ready to use his abilities to escape.
But immediately after, the air around Mr. Silver suddenly filled with a black liquid as dark as ink.
Although it was liquid, it reflected a metallic sheen, reminiscent of flowing mercury.
In the next instant, half of Mr. Silver’s body that had already vanished re-materialized, pausing in mid-air.
And around him, the mercury-like liquid metal surface suddenly lit up with one stunning alchemical matrix after another.
In the glow of the alchemical matrix, the black liquid metal coalesced and reformed.
Ultimately, it transformed into the shape of two small hands.
The mercury hands grabbed Mr. Silver, who wore a face full of despair, and brought him before the gown-wearing girl.
The girl then lifted Mr. Silver into her arms on her tiptoes, gently stroking his head like petting a cat.
“Why did you bring Ophelia with you?”
Mr. Silver looked at Arkhia, who was expressionless beside the gown-wearing girl, with a sorrowful expression.
“She said she is Young Tina’s sister.”
Arkhia tilted her head, answering with a whisper under the moonlight, “And she also said she is your friend, little cat.”
“Friend my a**.”
Mr. Silver’s expression synchronized entirely with the dead fish face he had when eating the dried fish earlier.
Ophelia.
The second daughter of Emperor Aaron of the Granwill Empire, the half-sister of Hiltina.
At the same time, because Hiltina refused to acknowledge her royal status, Ophelia was also seen as the only princess of the Granwill Empire in the eyes of outsiders.
On the other hand, despite being very young, she was a world-renowned genius in the field of mechanics.
The liquid metal that just transformed into mercury hands was Ophelia’s masterpiece.
Using the alchemical matrix’s refinement function, she could manifest the liquid undead metal, composed of thousands of particles, into various forms according to her will.
She could even temporarily obscure the laws of space.
Of course, if Mr. Silver exerted his full power, he could break free from the liquid metal that obstructed space before him.
However, Mr. Silver clearly could not go all out against a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.
Thus, Ophelia, the second princess of the Granwill Empire, became Mr. Silver’s greatest nemesis, a being he feared to avoid.
“Little Ferret, that new student named Rast, did he just enter the End of the Night World?”
Ophelia gently stroked Mr. Silver’s head with her mercury hand, again in her elegant yet innocent voice.
Mr. Silver, not even caring that Ophelia had skipped over addressing him as “Mr. Silver” and directly called him “Little Ferret,” narrowed his eyes slightly: “You came for him, didn’t you?”
“Of course.”
Ophelia smiled: “Because of that new student, my dear sister seems to have transformed into a completely different person lately. She even specifically made time to have a date with him at Starry University’s anniversary.”
“As a sister, of course I must investigate him thoroughly to see what kind of extraordinary person he is.”
“So, I asked Arkhia to bring a real-time projection terminal to help me see how that guy looks in the Night World.”
“A terminal capable of transmitting images across the Night World and the real world, was it really made by the Flame Seed Research Institute?” Mr. Silver’s pupils constricted.
“But the End of the Night World cannot form teams, and Arkhia is already at the fifth tier; she may not match Rast with the same Historical Echo.”
“Yeah, that’s why I also found the method ‘Bronze Rose’ used to track my sister into the Night World.”
Ophelia gazed at the Era Tombstone shrouded in night color at the center of the hall.
“To be honest, I’m also very curious…”
“What kind of man is qualified to become my brother-in-law.”
(End of this chapter)
