Panting, panting!
In the jungle, Rose Vesper gasped for air heavily.
Around her, the forest was littered with dark green, shriveled bodies, which seed to have not a drop of blood left in them, almost turned into mummies.
She finally understood that her arrival here was both a blessing and a punishnt from the God in the Void.
Perhaps, she was the daughter of a powerful God in the Void.
But He would not be rciful to her because of this.
In His eyes, she was only a more useful, suitable tool, nothing more.
Gods are rciless, blood ties do not bond entities together, nor bring any warmth.
He would not tolerate her indefinitely, He could not accept failure, and failure warranted punishnt; if she continued to fail, the only fate awaiting her was abandonnt, or destruction.
Rose Vesper knew that those rciless Gods would not give her too many chances.
Qin Chu must have crushed her heart.
She could distinctly feel the pain of her heart shattering at that mont, a mont that seed eternal for Rose Vesper, a tornt that would be forever branded on her, like an indelible mark, making her endure the flavor of that explosive mont incessantly.
Such pain almost drove her mad.
But compared to physical pain, what troubled Rose Vesper more was sothing else... Every ti she thought of Jie Luo, a sorrowful agony suffused her heart, making her quiver slightly.
Pain beyond endurance.
She hated those green-skinned monsters around her, she hated Qin Chu, she hated that woman who was more beautiful than her, she hated the father who had punished her, she hated everything in this world.
She even wanted to commit suicide.
But, ultimately, she did not.
After a long ti, Rose Vesper finally got up from the ground, continuously searching among a group of dark green creatures for sothing usable; she needed a weapon for self-defense.
Suddenly, Rose Vesper’s brow furrowed slightly — a bright, cold gleam flitted across her eyes under the moonlight, and she quickly walked towards it.
It was a sharp dagger.
The style of the dagger was very familiar.
A few seconds later, Rose Vesper shuddered slightly, finally rembering — wasn’t this Aili’s weapon?
How could Aili’s weapon appear in the hands of these dark green creatures?
...
On the other hand, halfway up the mountain.
Qin Chu and Shaye Nicholas stood facing each other.
The night breeze passed, bringing along bursts of eerie howls.
Sitting on Qin Chu’s shoulder, Shaye Nicholas tapped her head in annoyance, her competitive spirit always inexplicably surged when facing another version of herself, leading her to inadvertently let slip sothing very terrible.
And the expression of Little Shaye opposite was even weirder.
Her voice seed to echo in her ears:
Then why don’t I just kill Qin Chu, that would solve everything, wouldn’t it?
Indeed, for Little Shaye, this probably was the most perfect choice.
By killing Qin Chu, her other self would disappear, she wouldn’t be sealed by Qin Chu, and she wouldn’t have her life forcibly linked with his by the Heavenly Lock.
No matter how you look at it, it seed like the best choice.
Suddenly, the atmosphere beca extrely tense.
A flicker of cold light montarily flashed across Shaye Nicholas’s eyes — at this mont, she really harbored such a thought.
And with her strength, she could definitely achieve it.
Even if it was her other self plus Qin Chu, they were absolutely no match for her.
After such a prolonged conversation, although Little Shaye still harbored so doubts, she believed about seventy to eighty percent of what her other self had said; one or two coincidences might be plausible, but the extent to which she understood herself suggested it was more than re coincidence.
She didn’t doubt at all that Qin Chu could develop the strength to defeat or even seal her in six years; Qin Chu’s talent was that exaggerated, his strength growing almost every minute and every second.
To avoid being sealed herself, to ensure that another version of herself would no longer exist in this world, now was the only chance.
Although Qin Chu gave her a very subtle sense of kinship, compared to potential future events, this feeling was completely negligible.
Yet, even though she could resolve all problems by acting now, eerily, Shaye Nicholas just stood there quietly across from Qin Chu, her brows tightly knitted, even though the atmosphere was oppressively intense.
Qin Chu’s eyes narrowed into slits — this was really dangerous.
"Little Shaye..." A few seconds later, Qin Chu slowly opened his mouth.
Shaye Nicholas bit her lower lip and glared at Qin Chu, "Don’t call by that na."
She felt that the nickna Little Shaye seed too intimate; she wasn’t that familiar with Qin Chu, and there was no reason for him to address her in such a familiar manner.
Especially since she was thinking about killing him right now.
"What can we do then? I have to distinguish between the two of you sohow, don’t I? The one on my shoulder has lived a few more years than you, so it’s a bit older, right?" Qin Chu spread his hands helplessly.
"Could you give a little more ti, just ten minutes?"
Shaye raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. She had thought Qin Chu would choose to beg for rcy, given the stark difference in strength between them—an imbalance not so easily redied.
Yet, Qin Chu only asked for ten minutes. What could be done in just ten minutes?
"Are you going to save soone?"
"Yes."
"Is that person important to you?"
"Sort of," Qin Chu scratched his head. Compared to the other twelve despicable old n on Wise Mountain, Qin Chu didn’t harbor as much malice towards Nadia. This girl was never on Qin Chu’s list for revenge; after all, Nadia devoted all her energy to researching magic and had no ti to harm him.
"Is it a girl?"
Qin Chu nodded slightly.
Sohow, this made Shaye feel very uncomfortable.
The palace already had so many beautiful girls, aren’t you satisfied yet?
How many won will be enough for you?
"Won’t you beg for rcy?"
"Would begging even help?" Qin Chu laughed, his eyes even flickering with an inexplicable fla. "After I rescue Nadia, you can do whatever you want. I also want to see just how much I differ from a real demigod."
Shaye Nicholas fell silent.
This eerie silence lasted for a very long ti.
It was strange that Shaye didn’t just eliminate Qin Chu imdiately, as that seed to be the best option. The longer the delay, the more likely sothing could go wrong.
But it was as if a thought had always lingered in her mind, warning her not to peer into the Void.
Her body, her soul, her will, were inexplicably resisting the urge to kill Qin Chu.
She didn’t understand why she felt this way.
This made Shaye Nicholas very irritated.
"Fine, I agree. I’ll give you ten minutes. But in return, I want to know the truth."
...
Wise Mountain.
Nadia’s petite figure paced back and forth at the entrance to a forbidden area.
This girl was usually very composed, rarely showing any changes in her expression.
Her emotions also hardly fluctuated under any circumstances, the only exception being when Qin Chu touched her.
However, now Nadia’s face was visibly agitated. Her bright, gem-like eyes were fixed on the forbidden area, filled with concern.
Wise Mountain had a restricted area that held its greatest secret, a place absolutely forbidden to outsiders. Although Nadia was now a Great Sage and had even reached a middle level of power on Wise Mountain, Zimrman had always prohibited her from approaching the forbidden area.
Usually, Nadia wasn’t too curious about the forbidden area.
But this ti was different.
These days, for Wise Mountain... for the entire Empire, it was like a nightmarish terror.
The continual earthquakes throughout Wise Mountain included.
The lodious chiming emanating from the forbidden area and even a deep, oppressive aura that alard Nadia were prevailing.
She didn’t understand what was happening inside the forbidden area; no sign of the twelve masters for so long—even the normally composed Nadia couldn’t help it anymore.
What was worse, the Holy Court’s grand cathedral, which was usually visible from the top of Wise Mountain, had suddenly vanished. A blood moon hung in the sky, a weird aura enveloping the land.
Scenes like premonitions of disaster appeared continuously, putting Nadia under imnse pressure.
At such a ti, Zimrman, one of humanity’s three great experts and a representative of Wise Mountain, should have stepped forward to take charge.
All sorts of chaotic thoughts tumbled through her mind until at last, Nadia could no longer hold back. She lifted her little feet, ready to break the master’s prohibition and rush into the forbidden area.
But just then, Nadia’s body shuddered involuntarily.
A sudden, unexplained fear swept through her, raising goosebumps all over her skin.
Her pupils rapidly contracted, and the next second, Nadia swiftly turned around: "Who?"
Behind her, a figure had already approached silently, ghostly.
When she saw the figure, Nadia couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Tall and athletic, with a face that should have been handso.
If not for the distorted and grotesque scars around his eye sockets...
"Carlos?" Nadia’s voice carried a mix of oddness and surprise.
At that mont, Carlos finally slowly raised his head, his face revealing a weird, twisted smile, the golden fire in his eyes flickering faintly: "Nadia... I’ve finally found you."
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