"...we’ve co this far, let’s hold on a bit longer."
Seemingly influenced by Coulomb Torque’s scornful words, Dragon Ground City promptly replied:
"What if we win?"
The three exchanged glances.
Lu Youqi raised his hand and pulled up the chat list:
"Coach, we’ll be right back."
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Cold to the spine.
Roaming.
Painful to the depths of the soul.
Hesitant.
Repeating until the end of ti.
Dancing in circles.
"...Why, why must you go to such lengths?"
Like a clear water cleansing the face, the mist before her dispersed.
Zaniya quietly sat on a lakeside rock, the willow trees swaying with the wind.
She turned her head, looking at you:
"You foolish thing, utterly hopeless...why so?"
Her brass eyes filled with complex emotions as she pointed at you:
"This world is so indifferent, only the selfish can survive."
Zaniya clenched her fists, her gaze drifting:
"But you are not like that. At first, I thought you were just as selfish as the other thieves, but then I realized you hold unique principles and convictions."
She nodded slightly, as if resolving herself, and said gravely:
"But this isn’t about you. This is Falysia’s fate. The descendants of Haines have been persecuted by Society for a long ti. Even if civilization collapses, they won’t stop. It used to be the Secret Society, now it’s the chanical World Society, and in the future, any society will co after you. It’s fate, inescapable."
Zaniya fixed her gaze on you, seeking an answer:
"Can you tell ...even knowing fate dictates this, why still stand up and fight?"
Option A — Tell her the truth
Option B — Console her
Option C — Deliberately conceal
[A]
"Zaniya, when I first ca to this world, I treated everything as a ga, playing recklessly, but I paid a price for it."
(You spread your hands and explained:)
"I lost my companions, and those who believed in , watched them die in front of , powerless—I don’t want to experience that again. That’s why I decided to step into this battle. I want to use my abilities to prevent further tragedies."
(Zaniya looked at your sincere face, sowhat shaken.)
"I lost my hotown, my civilization, my first master, my second master..."
Zaniya looked at you deeply and said:
"Do you ever consider my feelings, each and every one of you?"
Zaniya crossed her arms discontentedly:
"Watching you all destroy, decay, and die, while I still walk the years with ease. Have you ever thought about my feelings when you just die off so casually?"
She turned her head, her gaze complex:
"I’m just a sword, however powerful, imbued with Divine Power, I still require a warrior to wield ."
Her fingertips dug tightly into her arm, biting her lip, as if trying hard not to show a weak expression.
"Selfish..."
She failed.
"I hate you for this, I hate Lichi Peak for taking a half-step to deification, sacrificing yourself nobly for civilization, and leaving to Li Deweidens."
— In the distant night sky, stars twinkled, forming a robust man clad in armor, his face kind and strict like a common blacksmith, his eyes filled with love and trust as he looked upon humanity.
"I hate you for leaving unused by Li Deweidens, facing the destruction of Falysian civilization alone, forsaking in a treasure chest, waiting lonely for the end of days."
— By the distant lakeside, the solitary Military Governor stood by his horse, his silver helt shining, his presence breathtaking, his light blue cape like a flag of peace, filled with dreams and calm. He turned his back on you, raising a sword before casting it into the lake.
"I hate you, Li Aozi, you fool, a re Arcane User pretending ’reincarnation of Leoz,’ adding responsibilities and duties that aren’t yours. Regardless of the enemy, you rush in headfirst."
Her eyes reflected you.
"Hate! Hate! Hate!"
She stood up, stomping her feet and repeatedly shouting:
"You all self-righteous, sacrificing yourselves, each one of you so charming, so trustworthy, always treating with such care and building such deep bonds—then you die, you die for others!"
Zaniya seed to feel a sourness in her nose, but being a sword, she knew not what human actions to make, nor did she have real tear glands; she could only clench her fists, randomly bashing around, then lowered her head, sadly saying:
"Dying for others... what a selfish act."
Option A — This isn’t selfish, it’s righteousness, whether you understand or not won’t stop from doing this.
Option B — I have my own reasons; please understand .
Option C — Point out Zaniya’s inner conflict.
[C]
"Zaniya, what you truly hate is not Lichi Peak, not Li Deweidens, not ."
(Your words made Zaniya turn her head, then you continued:)
"You just hate yourself, for not forgiving yourself for not being helpful enough."
(Zaniya’s gaze froze, then her cheeks flushed, as if you had struck a nerve.)
"You hate Lichi Peak because he entrusted you to the next generation, hoping to pass on the Strength—yet the successors rely worshipped Lichi Peak’s Myth, but did not inherit Lichi Peak’s Will and weapon."
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