[Wrathful Moon] seed to answer so unseen summons and drifted to Rita’s side. Within it, the complete BS Moon shone with flawless brilliance.
Back then, she had dragged this moon out of BS Harbor.
Now, she would return it to where it belonged.
Her fingers passed through the lampshade, which had long since transford into mist after countless upgrades. Effortlessly, she touched the moon within the lantern.
With a gentle flick, the moon floated free and hovered before her.
Without its moon, the lantern imdiately lost its glow.
Cherishing it, Rita extended a vine from her shoulder and hooked the lantern before it could fall into Starsea.
Even if it no longer possessed its forr abilities, that was fine.
It could still sit in her captain’s cabin as a night lamp.
And soday, when she had the ti to write those stories again, this lantern could continue accompanying her.
As for the BS Moon...
Before sending it away, Rita used [Cut the Moonlight] one final ti.
The ten-thousandth Cut the Moonlight.
As moonlight flowed into her right eye, the moon drifted toward the final cluster of prison cells remaining within Starsea.
The World Sigh resting quietly in her left palm suddenly flipped open on its own.
It was nearly blank now.
And at this mont, the final fragnts of text rose from its pages and drifted into the distance.
As the last sigh departed, the clock-shaped pupil in Rita’s right eye beca even clearer.
Tick.
Tick.
The sound of moving hands echoed from the depths of her soul.
Her consciousness and vision were completely swallowed by the rapidly spinning clock arena.
Countless scenes flashed through her mind like frenzied streams of code and data.
Every image ca from the Twelfth Epoch.
From every World Sigh.
From every war she had personally witnessed.
And at that very mont, every world throughout Starsea suddenly lit up.
Every key-moon burst with dazzling radiance.
Then, like shooting stars, they each separated a fragnt of Brilliance-like starlight and sent it flying toward Rita.
Ten thousand streams of light.
Approaching from every direction.
Drawing beautiful arcs through the void.
All converging upon the figure seated high above Starsea, one hand covering her right eye.
Whether this gift ca from the worlds themselves or from the faith of countless living beings, no one knew.
But it was real.
Worlds had always been generous.
And the wishes of living beings often created miracles.
Nuclear Flash JinX clasped her hands together and stared at the increasingly indistinct figure beyond the worlds.
Even now, she still didn’t know Adjudicator’s true na.
Yet she had never considered Adjudicator a stranger.
She possessed a divine talent called [Fruit Consumption Guide].
It allowed her to quickly understand another person.
She had used it on Adjudicator before they parted.
She knew it was impulsive.
She knew it crossed a line.
But she also knew she might never see Adjudicator again.
This was her final chance.
She wasn’t curious about a na.
She simply wanted to know what kind of person Adjudicator truly was.
The mont she activated the skill, JinX had fully prepared herself to be shoved away.
Yet Adjudicator hadn’t beco angry.
Instead, she rely lowered her gaze and looked at her helplessly.
The look in her eyes had been unbelievably gentle.
The feedback from the skill had been simple:
"An impossible flavor to replicate."
"It cannot be described through sweetness, sourness, softness, or crispness."
"Because she cannot be eaten."
"And she cannot be possessed."
"Knock on her."
"And you may receive an echo."
"That is everything she can give you."
Just an echo.
And yet it had beco unforgettable.
The peach-haired girl closed her eyes.
If gods truly existed, she silently prayed,
Then may Adjudicator obtain everything she desires.
Countless stars of light swallowed Rita whole.
The leaders and gods gathered within Prison No. 1 didn’t understand exactly what was happening, but none of them moved to interfere.
Not only could they sense the gratitude contained within those lights...
More importantly...
BS Rita showed absolutely no intention of avoiding them.
And as the starlight entered her forehead one strand after another, the tightly furrowed lines between her brows gradually relaxed.
Lightchaser tilted her head slightly and spoke to Cinders.
"Most of the fairy tales from Lynx Duke’s side are strange."
"But after reading enough of them, I discovered a pattern."
Cinders glanced over.
"Such as?"
Lightchaser smiled.
"Children’s fairy tales reward kindness and goodness while punishing greed and evil."
"But adult fairy tales..."
"...usually create a miracle."
"A miracle to compensate for loss."
"A miracle to fill the gaps left by regret."
She stopped there.
Abruptly.
As if the sentence alone was enough.
Or perhaps because fully explaining it would require thousands more words and she simply couldn’t be bothered.
Either way, stopping halfway was exactly the sort of thing Lightchaser would do.
From a neighboring prison room, Maple Syrup’s hoarse voice sounded.
"I can’t think of any miracle I’ve received."
Her eyes were unfocused.
A faint look of genuine confusion sat between her brows.
Deceitful Bloom, standing several rooms away, spoke just as calmly.
"Neither can I."
"Sa."
" too."
"Does participating in Divine Ga count?"
"But I get beaten up every day in the ga..."
More and more people joined the conversation.
The topic imdiately spiraled out of control.
Hearing all the objections, Lightchaser surprisingly didn’t get annoyed.
She folded her arms and continued staring at the figure engulfed in starlight.
Then she quietly asked Cinders:
"Did you find yours?"
Cinders smiled.
"What do you think?"
The starlight grew brighter.
Brighter and brighter.
Then everything changed.
Every player gripped their weapon.
The Overseer’s Eye opened for the third ti.
And the instant it opened, countless humanoid figures clad entirely in black iron armor erged from within the pupil.
After a brief pause...
They all charged directly toward BS Rita.
Their weapons varied wildly.
Armor-piercing rifles.
Great scythes.
Claw blades.
Spears.
Staves.
Scarlet light stread from their bodies, trailing long tails behind them.
Every player within Prison No. 1 who possessed flight capability moved at the sa mont.
Several god-tier players glanced at the Starsea players following behind them.
Though they briefly considered forcing them back, they ultimately didn’t.
Instead, they moved in perfect coordination and unleashed detection skills across entire regions.
Instantly, information appeared above every enemy.
Ash Discipline.
Levels ranged from 70 all the way to 200.
The gods and leaders abandoned any thought of sending their people away.
If there was going to be a battle...
Then let them fight.
Let everyone find an opponent worthy of them.
Blood mist.
Owl feathers.
Vines.
Candle flas.
Ocean waves.
Gemstones.
Butterflies.
Countless defensive abilities surged toward BS Rita, forming layer after layer of protection around her.
Lightchaser’s eyes were filled with laughter.
Without even checking who stood beside her, she grinned.
"She’s finally quiet."
"What a rare sight."
"Now it’s our turn to fight while she watches."
Deceitful Bloom twirled a slender arrow in her hand before bringing it down like a dagger.
Elegant.
Precise.
Almost like a conductor directing a symphony.
After cutting down an enemy, the Vineborne lazily dragged out her words.
"And yet you’re still so lively."
Lightchaser: "..."
With a miserable expression, she imdiately left.
She found Cinders fighting in another corner and complained:
"I don’t like Vineborne."
Cinders gave her a strange look.
"Rita is Vineborne too."
Lightchaser paused.
"...She’s an exception."
Cinders nodded knowingly.
"You just hate her other teachers."
While fighting, Lightchaser shot him a sideways glance.
In a voice that sounded extrely reluctant, she said:
"You’re an exception too."
Cinders blinked.
"...Thanks?"
Lightchaser gave him the fakest smile imaginable.
"You’re welco."
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