Chapter 181: I Am Someone Who Knows No Mercy
When Rast and Akshia left the cliff top together, it was already nightfall.
The sun had set, and the moon had yet to rise, with only the faint lights from fishing boats dotting the pitch-black sea, like lanterns floating on the water, illuminating the path ahead for the two.
As soon as they stepped down from the peak, Rast spotted a weasel hiding below the path, sneaking around curiously.
Clearly, it had just discovered that its “prophecy” ability had been banned and after being locked in a small dark room, it had struggled with its thoughts for a long time… Ultimately, it could no longer resist the temptation of being a loitering coward, deciding to personally take the risk of being caught by Rast.
The moment it saw Rast and Akshia, the long tail of Mr. Silver, which had been lazily drooping behind, suddenly perked up as if startled.
It clearly hadn’t expected Rast and Akshia to finish so quickly; it had just made up its mind to follow and was already late.
A rippling distortion in space slowly spread around it, and Mr. Silver intended to directly re-enter the Sub-Dimension, escaping from the scene without leaving any evidence for Rast.
Although Rast had pulled it out from the Sub-Dimension once before, after encountering a setback, Mr. Silver had realized some limitations of Rast’s ability.
Its “Copy Eye,” or as referred to in the livestream screen— the so-called “Library of Fools,” could only replicate abilities or Night Blades that others already possessed.
What Rast had relied on earlier to pull himself out was the Night Blade “Silence Disqualified: Decaying Pebble,” which he had replicated from Barba Rosa.
The effect of this Night Blade was to make the body immune to the “Extraordinary,” or to nullify all “Extraordinary” that came in contact with the body.
This ability was powerful, but to break through the Extraordinary, one had to make direct physical contact, which was the biggest limitation of the Night Blade “Silence Disqualified.”
In other words, as long as he escaped quickly enough, Rast wouldn’t catch him.
This thought briefly flickered in Mr. Silver’s mind.
It looked at the spatial rift that was gradually swallowing its body, having already made up its mind to firmly deny that it had followed and spied on anyone when it returned to the academy—
What? You say a weasel that looks exactly like me and can use the “Moon” sequence ability went to spy on you? Impossible! That must be a plot by an enemy—a scheme left over by the remnants of the Graveminders from the Sixth Epoch.
I’ve been holed up on the sofa in the Starry University dormitory binge-watching dramas; how could I stalk my own students… Defamation, pure defamation!
In Rast’s words, it’s a dead weasel that doesn’t fear boiling water.
However, the next moment.
An ancient syllable echoed through the mountain forest shrouded in nightfall.
It was a language from countless epochs ago, from the distant Age of Gods… But the two humans and one beast present clearly knew the true meaning of that syllable—
The word meant “d*ath.”
Boom—
The spatial rift, which had originally rippled quietly and was about to disappear in the material plane, suddenly froze in mid-air.
Then, the void shattered.
It turned into countless crystalline dark shards, drifting through heaven and earth.
Mr. Silver, who had already entered the Sub-Dimension, intending to use it as a springboard to directly escape back to the Starry University, fell dazedly from the spatial rift.
Then, he landed directly in the arms of the ice blue-haired girl, embraced by Akshia.
“Young Xiya, you’ve changed; even you are helping that guy bully me…”
“Did you forget the deep friendship between us? Did you forget the wonderful times we had eating grilled fish cakes together?”
“Is our friendship less important than Rast’s few sweet words?”
Mr. Silver, dazed, lifted his head from Akshia’s embrace, crying out to her.
But then, his voice faltered slightly.
As Akshia’s plastic friend, Mr. Silver had seen how Akshia looked when she released “d*ath’s Messenger”… Although the word spirit just now had the same characters, the tone was not one that Mr. Silver was familiar with.
In other words—
Mr. Silver widened its ruby-like beast eyes, looking at the tardy Rast beside them.
“That word spirit just now was cast by you?”
“You really did steal ‘d*ath’s Messenger’ away?”
Beside them, a flash of surprise also appeared in Akshia’s dark violet eyes, clearly not expecting that after leaving the Night World and losing the Grim Reaper’s Star Cup and the Abyss’s blessing, Rast could still use his word spirit.
However, soon the ripples in her eyes slowly faded, returning to calm.
For this girl who had survived since the Sixth Epoch and was the sole inheritor of the “God of d*ath,” there were not many things in this world that could occupy her mind.
The ranking of the Obelisk, social status in the world, even the authority to govern life and d*ath — for Akshia, these were merely things she was naturally adept with, effortless.
Unlike many students at Starry University who chose to become extraordinary for the sake of fame or some obsession, she had no extraordinary thirst or obsession for power.
For Akshia, no matter what kind of power Rast obtained or how he transformed… as long as he was still willing to accept her as a friend, that was enough to satisfy her.
“So how can this be called stealing? It sounds so uncivilized.”
Rast roughly rubbed the head of Little Ferret, making Mr. Silver feel a bit downcast.
If Rast exposed the fact that he had followed him back at the academy, he would probably end up getting his performance bonus docked by the principal… who knows how many dried fish he would have to skip this month.
“I won’t pursue the matter of the esteemed head of the Starry University spying on his own students’ privacy.”
Rast’s words made Mr. Silver, who looked lifeless, suddenly brighten up.
“However, in exchange for not reporting to the academy…”
Rast’s voice paused for a moment as he took Little Ferret from Akshia’s hands: “I want you to help me with something, Mr. Silver…”
“Rest assured, leave it to me!” Mr. Silver eagerly agreed, clearly placing more importance on avoiding a pay cut than anything else.
But soon, after hearing Rast’s whispered words in its ear, Mr. Silver’s eyes widened in astonishment.
“Young Tina, and the matters involving the royal family and the nobility?” The weasel headmaster glanced nervously at the expressionless Akshia, who looked like an ice doll, and softly repeated, “You’re serious? You really plan to wade into that murky water?”
Although he was a homebody weasel spending all day holed up in the dorm, with Mr. Silver’s gossiping skills, he was aware of everything happening both inside and outside the school.
Therefore, he naturally knew—while Rast was navigating the Night World and recovering in the school hospital, the war between the Granwill Empire’s royal family, the high nobility, and the secret organizations behind them had escalated to a boiling point, reaching a life-and-d*ath stage.
These matters had originally nothing to do with Rast; neither Hiltina nor Mr. Silver had mentioned them.
But now, they were being actively brought up by Rast.
“Of course, I’m serious.”
Rast nodded: “Not just for Hiltina, but also for Senior Ingrid…”
“And for the ‘Graveminders’ involved behind her.”
Rast’s words dissipated into the evening breeze.
He had never been the type to wait for danger to come knocking.
If he had been unaware before, that would be one thing, but now that he clearly knew the “Graveminders” had continued to the present since the Sixth Epoch and were still active in the world, Rast could not sit idly by.
Taking precautions beforehand, nipping danger in the bud, was the choice he inevitably had to make.
“After all, I’m not as magnanimous as Leader Cisel…”
“But rather someone who seeks vengeance for every slight.”
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P.S.: I’ve been busy writing school papers these past few days, so the update schedule has been a bit unstable, but it’s done now.
Normal updates will resume tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
