Free Web NovelChapter 1447: 1447: The Pendulum of Fate, the Right to Play
The cube was scrambled and restored.
"Only I have the right to look down upon Starsea and Quiet Mountain."
"Submit."
Rita’s calm voice resounded through Starsea.
Just as they had returned from the future to the past to write history.
Just as she had painted the final-page illustration, then forced reality to move toward the result she desired.
Just as she had always done.
She anchored the outcome, then made fate approach her.
The moment she met the gaze of the sky-shrouding Eye of Surveillance, the clock in Rita’s right eye began spinning at high speed.
In an instant, the Eye of Surveillance in the sky became flecked with golden light.
Time markings appeared upon it.
Meanwhile, deep blue starlight flowed through Rita’s right pupil.
What she wanted was not exchange.
It was seizure.
As she said, only she was qualified to look down upon Starsea and Quiet Mountain.
"No!"
Sensing its control over the exile zone rapidly slipping away, Rust Monument immediately summoned the entire Ash Legion to converge.
Half went to destroy the cube in the sky.
Half charged toward Starsea Prisoner to stop her.
All players rushed forward to block the Ash Legion.
Deceitful Bloom, Foolishness, and Captain, who had returned in time, blocked Rust Monument together.
No verbal communication was needed.
No matter what BS Rita intended to do, everyone cooperated immediately.
Undead Wildfire and Quiet Mountain Rita were the fastest.
A few flashes sent them directly to the front.
QM Cicada, following behind, looked astonished and said to QM Mistblade beside her,
"Don’t those two love getting in their own way the most? They were almost treating their other selves like enemies. Why are they running so fast this time?"
Those words were clearly meant to be overheard.
Quiet Mountain Rita tilted her head slightly and said to QM Cicada behind her,
"A hundred years of ceasefire, and every day in your diary, you cursed Starsea Cicada."
"You said she spends Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays clinging to Smoke Tune."
"Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays provoking BS Rita."
"Classes during the day, paperwork at night, and prayers for Deceitful Bloom before bed."
"Busy as a flower pig."
Undead Wildfire nodded and smiled at QM Cicada.
With an affectionate, approving gaze, she said,
"Being busy is good."
QM Cicada got angry for a moment.
Then quickly calmed down.
The diary was not about herself.
Forget it.
The one who should truly be angry was Starsea Cicada.
She glared at QM Cicada.
"Nonsense! When have I been busy provoking her?"
Cinders: "..."
Why did the beings of Quiet Mountain like writing diaries so much?
Lightchaser, who never minded making a scene livelier, asked Starsea Cicada,
"Then what do you do on Sundays?"
Starsea Cicada: "..."
Behind them, Starsea Smoke Tune’s amused voice sounded.
"She sneaks around to see what QM Cicada is doing."
Starsea Cicada: "..."
She should have died in battle earlier.
QM Mistblade silently shut her mouth.
She decided not to echo QM Cicada’s words after all.
She was worried her own diary would be exposed too.
Do not think she had not noticed it.
Starsea Mistblade’s ears and all nine tails had already perked up.
If she really dared to add anything, Quiet Mountain Rita would really flip the table.
That person had no bottom line whatsoever.
And somehow her reputation was so awful that not a single person questioned why she had been reading other people’s diaries.
Even QM Mistblade herself did not question it.
After all, every time Quiet Mountain Rita read her diary, she sat openly behind the desk.
Drank her tea.
Ate her snacks.
Wore her fluffy slippers.
And occasionally commented on the entries.
The Starsea and Quiet Mountain JEs led the remaining ten wind whales back.
They no longer cruised.
They joined the battle.
Frost Deer and Autumn Deer stood atop their heads, filling everyone with buffs.
Autumn Deer asked,
"Sis, after the war ends, do you want to live with me?"
Frost Deer, who before fully awakening her Divine Talent Word and regaining her memories had personally ordered Autumn Deer not to call her mother: "..."
The battlefield seemed divided in two.
On the left were the dense Ash Legion and the Adjudicator players. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
On the right were Deceitful Bloom, Foolishness, Captain, and Rust Monument.
A sea of flowers.
Gems.
Waves.
And the centaur.
At the center of the battlefield, directly facing the Eye of Surveillance, stood a figure holding a frost longsword and staring into the Eye.
[Prisoner Codex] and [World Sigh] floated behind her.
A glowing link flowed between BS Rita and the Eye of Surveillance.
Golden light poured into the Eye.
The deep blue starlight flowing from the Eye entered her own.
At this moment, Rust Monument remembered something an elder in its family had once said.
"One day, they will escape."
"You look down on them, yet you want to use them."
"You are personally raising a batch of mortal enemies."
"Absurd."
"Ridiculous."
Was it ridiculous?
Rust Monument had not thought so before.
It had laid down layer upon layer of defenses.
It had forcefully consumed over half its family’s resources to refine one of its own eyes into the Eye of Surveillance.
Facts proved it had been right.
In this region where the flow of time was accelerated to the extreme, less than a thousand years had passed outside, yet its army had already begun to take shape.
The resources spent had returned a hundredfold.
A thousandfold.
Nearly eighty percent of its family members had joined the project.
Only that elder had left without hesitation, leading the remaining clan members away.
Those words had been the elder’s final warning that day.
Rust Monument had wavered for an instant.
But the taste of controlling this exile zone was too intoxicating.
In this exile zone, it was a true god.
A true Sovereign.
It could grant or revoke a Prisoner’s right to play.
It decided every Prisoner’s life and death.
It renamed the talent skills that came with game qualification Divine Talents.
It swore that it would never allow a single living being to break free from Divine Bestowal.
Except that one legendary Prisoner.
She had been a peerless genius.
The skills she comprehended were each more powerful than the last.
No matter how difficult or twisted the game task, she completed it.
Rust Monument had even descended personally and set up countless desperate scenarios.
But the more hopeless and furious she became, the more precious the skills she awakened.
The skill that linked the lives of two Ash soldiers.
The ability to create the River of Order.
[Enter the Comfort Zone], which allowed it to survive against over a thousand players who had broken free from Divine Bestowal.
All of them came from that legendary Prisoner.
And far more than that.
Nearly eighty percent of its skill library came from that Prisoner.
It truly had been reluctant to kill her.
But when reason returned, it had still mobilized the army in time and killed her.
Rust Monument had thought that was the greatest crisis.
It never expected...
Never expected that in the third epoch, it would be driven into a dead end.
Rust Monument’s curved blade hacked down again and again.
Using the skills it had taken from that legendary Prisoner, it attacked the three beings before it again and again.
Vineborne.
Candlebeast.
Landscale.
Lowly races.
All lowly races.
Yet these lowly races blocked its attacks again and again.
Shattered petals.
Exploding gemstone bullets.
Broken coral horns.
Blood scattered across the night sky.
But there was no fear in their eyes.
Only a terrifying, unyielding will to fight.
How could they?
How dare they look at it with eyes like that?
They were clearly lowly races who could only cultivate flowers, search for gems, sail, and hunt treasure.
In the higher-dimensional star system, they did not even have the qualifications to log into the game.
It had given them all of this.
A massive terror nearly swallowed Rust Monument’s reason.
It roared,
"Without me, you lowly races would not even have the right to log into the game!"
"It was me!"
"I gave you all of this!"
Rust Monument was not lying.
Rita’s right eye was almost completely filled with starlight.
Through the Eye of Surveillance, she saw many fragments.
She also saw part of the so-called higher-dimensional world.
In the higher-dimensional world, only certain races were born with game qualification.
Rust Monument was one of them.
By contrast, all the races of Starsea and Quiet Mountain could never obtain game qualification there in their entire lives.
Without game qualification, they had no right to obtain talents.
They had only a few racial traits.
They could not comprehend skills.
Could not awaken talents.
Could not use items or equipment.
They could only survive through exhausting labor.
For many races, even food and warmth were problems.
The exile zone personally built by Rust Monument was very special.
It even had something to do with its name.
When Rust Monument was born, it awakened a Divine Talent and obtained a companion item.
A rusted divine stele.
Within it lay invitation authority to the game of the higher-dimensional world.
It could ignite the flame within a living being’s soul and invite new players into the game.
The only side effect was that if the living being failed to break through a certain limit within the specified time, they would die outright.
It was game qualification.
It was also an invitation to death.
Rita also learned something else from the Eye of Surveillance.
The limit that players born in the exile zone reached was not the true limit.
The conditions and qualifications to advance further could only be triggered in the higher-dimensional world.
That was a broader, greater world. freēwēbnovel.com
In a certain sense, Rust Monument had not gone mad.
It truly had the qualifications to call itself a god.
Because it had granted players the right to play.
It had also been careful enough.
Even though players would die if they failed to break free from Divine Bestowal within the allotted time, it had still periodically purged the exile zone.
But it had still misjudged the limits living beings could reach.
That clan elder of Rust Monument had been right.
It had personally raised its mortal enemies.
It could clearly have used a better method to cultivate living beings.
It could have made them loyal to it out of gratitude.
But Rust Monument was arrogant by nature.
It looked down on "lowly races."
What its clan members did not know was that before building this exile zone, Rust Monument had once tried recruiting low-level players to follow it.
But it soon discovered that so-called lowly races were not as stupid as it had imagined.
The quantity and quality of the skills they comprehended even surpassed its own.
It could not endure that.
It enjoyed granting geniuses game qualification, awakening their talents, then cruelly stripping away everything they created.
That gave it the illusion of controlling the fate of all living beings.
Rust Monument was the root cause of everything.
It was also the necessary condition for this exile zone’s existence.
It was the indispensable link that allowed players like them to obtain game qualification and awaken talents.
Rita looked up at the enormous eye in the sky, now resembling a clock.
Only then did she remember what this eye, this clock, was missing.
She sighed softly.
"A pendulum."
With that quiet sigh, Rita’s gaze fell upon Rust Monument not far away.
Rust Monument, whose neck was wrapped by a flower whip.
Whose back was being ridden by Captain.
Whose head had Foolishness standing on it.
Rust Monument: "...?"
A certain passive skill it had obtained from that legendary Prisoner rang like an alarm.
This passive skill was called [Toxic Game Guide].
Whenever it encountered a life-or-death crisis, it would provide the best escape strategy.
And at this moment, the passive skill was advising it to die as quickly as possible.
