prynovel Chapter 1736 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [81] "Leave the rest to me."
Chapter 1736 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [81] "Leave the rest to me."
Chapter 1736 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [81] "Leave the rest to me."
The white-haired youth, Bai Ran, sat casually on the shoulders of a tall, imposing man with curly black hair. Beneath him lay his evil god lover, whose face was cold, domineering, and strikingly handsome.
"Give up, Sweetie, you can't beat my evil god lover," Bai Ran laughed.
"...Hoo." Yamada wiped the blood from his face, clenched his fist, and formed a shimmering water blade.
After several experts, including Siber, Asagao, and Danshuang, arrived to assist, Yamada Town fought and retreated, forced to split into multiple groups. They were blocked by Bai Ran under a high tower in the Red Tower Royal City, which was already far from the Creator Conference.
His profession has advanced several times, and he is known as "Sui'an." He is skilled in dark and water magic, using unpredictable spells and formations to fight enemies, and is adept at hiding and escaping. He never imagined that he would become a pillar of support.
“Bai Ran, I know you. You are the ruler of the Death Singers, you are a Rovasa…” Yamada Machi asked breathlessly, “Why do you stand on the side of the Lord of the End of All Things?”
"Well, there's nothing I can do. It's your fault for not being able to tolerate my lover." Bai Ran patted his lover's shoulder and crossed his legs.
Yamada raised his water blade. He knew he had to defeat Bai Ran as soon as possible and return to the stage of the Creators Conference, otherwise the event would be forced to stop, and all the efforts of everyone would soon be in vain.
He raised the water blade and silently recited the incantation.
"Shh-!"
In an instant, the whale beneath his feet let out a deep, long cry, and the fluorescent blue water around him suddenly surged, transforming into thousands of fine water blades that swirled upwards. Yamada Machiichi's figure blurred for a moment in the mist, and the next instant he appeared to Bai Ran's left, his black blade, wrapped in viscous dark energy, slashing diagonally without a sound!
"clang--!!"
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, instantly engulfing a small part of the block.
The evil god beneath Bai Ran raised his muscular giant hand, and a tremendous force arose out of nowhere, causing the water blades that were shot halfway to shatter. Yamada Machi let out a muffled groan as he was slammed hard against the mottled wall by the invisible force.
"--boom!!!"
……
HP-921! (Impact!)
HP: 1579/2500
……
Stone chips flew everywhere. Yamada Machi's throat tasted metallic and sweet, but the moment he hit the wall, it turned into an undercurrent, merging into the shadow of the wall.
"Use yourself as a guide!" Yamada Machiichi leaped into the air.
"The undercurrent rises!"
In an instant, arcs of water shot toward the evil god, expanding into azure lotus flowers that enveloped him.
The evil god's arrogant and domineering face finally revealed a look of horror. When his crossed arms came into contact with the power of nothingness, starting from his fingertips, they transformed into the finest dust, vanishing silently. Then came his wrists, forearms, upper arms…
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and his heavy, mountain-like body slowly collapsed.
"Pfft—!" Bai Ran was also struck hard, spitting out blood and his aura plummeted. He fell from the sky and crashed heavily into the ruins.
He stared at Yamada Machiichi, completely unable to believe it.
"Impossible... You weren't nearly this strong just a few days ago, what is it...?"
Yamada Machi trembled as he breathed a sigh of relief, then coldly returned the gaze: "You underestimate the players."
He was glad he had learned a few skills from Dan Shuang, otherwise he would have become a weak point. Bai Ran wasn't considered strong among the eight protagonists; he could defeat him.
After entering Rovasa, he trained hard all the way, fighting his way from the Machine Race to the Red Tower, from the Red Tower to the World Tree, and from the World Tree to the Creator Conference...
Unable to access the gods, he started with emperors. Unable to take on major missions that would impact the world, he diligently undertook the most dangerous small tasks to improve himself. He firmly believed—one day, when people saw Yamada Machiichi, they wouldn't think of comedy or anime, but rather, "This person is reliable." Fortune changes every thirty years; never underestimate Yamada's potential!
The road's entrustment gave Yamada-cho, who was shrouded in gloom, a glimmer of hope: "Go to the normal world line and take charge of everything, be the host. I believe in you."
Yamada Machiichi originally thought that this was Lu's responsibility. He never expected that Lu would actually entrust this task to him so solemnly.
He did not disappoint those entrusted to him.
"cough!"
Yamada Machi vomited blood, drank several blood vials, and with trembling legs, quickly picked up his equipment.
……
You have obtained the item (Racial Transfer Potion)
[Racial Transfer Potion (Purple Tier): "Leave it to me, I can handle it."]
【Spirit +5】
[Special Skill (Transfer): You can designate any person and, with their consent, obtain any equipment or item from them. This transfer is not subject to usage restrictions and is unaffected by time or space worldwide.]
[Note: You know what you're supposed to do, right?]
……
...This is amazing! Yamada-machi immediately sensed the power of this item.
"Unaffected by time and space" means that even if he and Su Ming'an are now completely different, on different timelines, he can still contact Su Ming'an using this. Unfortunately, it's a one-time use potion. He carefully put the potion away; it was his life-saving item, and he had to use it wisely.
Next, I must immediately return to the Creators Conference to continue hosting. The host position has been vacant for too long, and if I don't go back soon, something bad will happen.
"Just hold on a little longer. Once Su Ming'an defeats the Radiant Mother Goddess, I'll be fine here..." Yamada Machi comforted himself, trembling as he moved forward—
"Pfft".
A faint, sharp sound of a blade piercing flesh.
He looked down and saw a bright red sword tip piercing through his heart.
He stiffly twisted his neck little by little, looking back. The attacker must have been secretly watching him for a long time, seizing this opportunity to launch a decisive attack.
What came into view was a head of long, fiery red hair and a cold, exquisitely beautiful young woman's face. The girl's eyes were like frozen lakes, filled only with indifferent stillness.
Is it...her?
Yamada Machiichi looked on in disbelief, seeing someone who shouldn't exist.
—How is that possible? How could she still be alive?
But he could no longer think; his strength receded like the tide. He opened his mouth, but spat out a large amount of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
……
The source, the Nine Netherworlds, the place where the Demon Mother Goddess was sealed.
"boom--!"
With the combined forces of the Demon Mother Goddess and the God of Reincarnation, the Nine Netherworlds trembled.
The night dissipated like mist, and the black water transformed into countless raging dragons, sweeping in all directions like lashing whips. As the first ray of light entered Her eyes, the Demon Mother Goddess straightened her colossal form, letting out a wild laugh, and solemnly declared:
I... am free.
Having slumbered for far too long—so long that Rovasha had become the stronghold of the Radiant Mother, so long that those who worshipped demons were called heretics—She has finally regained her freedom, able to stand brightly under the sun as a "hero against evil." Most intriguingly, the self-proclaimed Radiant Mother of Light has become the enemy to be slain, while the wicked and fallen Demon Mother has become the awakened hero. It's as if the legends have been reversed, and apocryphal history has become official history.
A fierce gust of wind whipped Su Ming'an's black hair as he reverted to his giant tree form, his body now thin and frail, the fierce battle just now having drained him of too much power.
“Su Ming’an…cough cough cough…!” Violet coughed as she escorted Chen Yuhang here. Her face was pale and her divine power was exhausted.
"Thank you for your hard work." Su Ming'an checked on her and thanked her. "After you get out, take Chen Yuhang and leave. Hide in a safe place and wait for everything to end. Your battle is over. Go and enjoy your happiness."
Chen Yuhang did a great job; he delivered the key here, and his mission is complete. Now, let him enjoy his life as a hero. This ordinary young man's passion has truly been rewarded; he truly did it.
Whether he plans to return to Mingxi campus, stay in Rovasa and be adored as a hero, or go to Zhaixing, where many viewers also adore him, he can live a happy life under the protection of the United Government, with ample prize money to live comfortably until old age.
That kind of happy life is wonderful.
Violet, too, as a top player who persevered to this point, did not choose to retreat but instead escorted Chen Yuhang all the way here. She would be a hero upon her return, and even more so, having redeemed the divine reward, she would successfully ascend to godhood, enjoying a long life… A bright and expansive future awaited her.
As for Yang Changxu and Qiao Yi, who were separated from the group, their chances of survival in the environment of the Source Point are slim, but they are still heroes. Su Ming'an has already asked Lu Shen to search for them, hoping that they can find their way back and that they can be safe.
"Click".
A soft cracking sound rang out, and cracks spread like a spiderweb. The cage that had imprisoned Isabel for countless eons finally began to crumble. Beneath the surging black water, the wait was short, but for these players who had been tense for so long, it was a rare moment of relaxation.
The vast and boundless universe, the long and flowing black water, the beautiful and crystalline stardust... Immersed in it, one feels deeply insignificant, as if floating in a magnificent dream, unaware of the world around them, like a soul wandering aimlessly.
It gives one the feeling of being on a train, gazing at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and waiting for the train to depart. Their next stop will be an incredibly bright and happy future.
In this silence and tranquility, Violet, her voice hoarse from the turbulent flow that had robbed her of its pleasant sound, asked, her voice as raspy as an old woman's: "And you? Are you still going forward?"
After leaving this place, her and Chen Yuhang's missions were completely over. They only needed to wait peacefully for the dust to settle down... But what about Su Ming'an? His most arduous battle had just begun. He had clearly been walking desperately all this way, but the last few steps were the hardest.
“Me?” Su Ming’an stared at the slowly opening seal, the blinding light entering his eyes. He squinted slightly, his somewhat unreal hands adjusting his collar. “Lu is still trapped in the World Chessboard. I need to go see him. Then, I need to go out and defeat the Radiant Mother Goddess, to obtain from her the method to create the IF line. If that method doesn't work, then…”
He pursed his lips.
“I will hold a vote and let people decide whether to keep going or stop. If people want to stop and stop taking risks, I will reassure you that you don’t need to pay any more price.”
"Leave the rest to me."
"Next, leave it to me..." What a powerful and resounding statement.
Violet's eyes flickered as she silently gazed at the young man, whose pupils were strikingly black. In truth, most people from the Dragon Kingdom had dark brown eyes, not pure black, but his were different. Perhaps they held too much within them, making anyone who looked back into his eyes feel as if they were gazing into a bottomless abyss.
Too many things swallowed up his original colors—crimson, yellow, deep blue, gold… and in the end, they all mixed into an indistinguishable black, settling in his eyes as if he had fallen into an inescapable deep sea.
She opened her mouth as if to say something. With her emotional intelligence, she could have said many comforting things, such as "You don't need to work so hard" or "You don't need to be under too much pressure"... But in the end, she gently patted his head and put her hand down.
She admitted she was exhausted. The journey had been fraught with danger, and she had nearly died several times. Whether it was the terrifying grandmother or escorting Chen Yuhang, every step she took was a tightrope walk. She desperately needed a rest, a holiday to collapse into her pillow and sleep soundly from morning till night, simply to clear her mind.
She knew that many players were in the same boat as her, whether it was Lin Yin, Yi Song, Zhao Yuan, or Mizushima Kawakami… they were all exhausted. A long-distance race had reached its final stage; everyone was utterly worn out, their breath reeking of blood. At this point, fame and fortune were no longer important; all they wanted was to breathe deeply the grassy air and savor the feeling of being alive.
However, she caught a glimpse of Su Ming'an's eyes.
The young man's eyes held no relief, nor the comfort of resting on the train; only an increasingly intense sense of urgency and suffocating pressure.
Violet began, "I..."
"It's alright, go and rest." Su Ming'an seemed to know what she wanted to say, interrupted her, and smiled gently, "You should rest. From the Ninth World to standing on the front line of humanity time and time again, your soul has reached its limit. There's no need to force yourself."
Violet opened her eyes wide.
She had assumed that Su Ming'an wouldn't know her very well. After all, Su Ming'an had too many people around him, even though she had helped him before. However, he clearly remembered her movements in those few instances, and knew exactly what she had done... He remembered everyone around him.
At that moment, looking at his smile, she sensed a kind of... peace.
It's as if no matter how much he's hurt or betrayed, he'll always move forward. Countless victims weigh on his own back, their sins and suffering unrelated to others.
She picked up the unconscious Chen Yuhang and looked up at the sky where sunlight was gradually spreading.
At this moment, Su Ming'an suddenly heard Yi Song's voice transmission:
“Isabelle may not intend to help us at all. After breaking the seal, she should still have a way to escape.”
Su Ming'an glanced to the side. Everyone was standing, except for Yi Song, who was being held in the arms of the Mother Goddess. If it were any other human, the proud Mother Goddess would not even give them a second glance, but Dr. Yi was an exception.
Su Ming'an certainly wouldn't let a tiger return to the mountain. He had already planted roots in the body of the Demon Mother Goddess. If She cooperated, it would save a lot of trouble, and he would have more energy to prepare for the final battle. Unfortunately... he anticipated that the gods would not be willing to submit to others.
Previously, Yi Song was entangled by the Mother Goddess's tentacles, causing the doctor's notebook in his arms to fall. The unnoticed notebook quietly slipped into the interior of Su Ming'an's pale tentacles, where it was sensed. Inside was a lock, imbued with the aura of a black water dreamscape; its true nature remained unknown.
He was indeed considering engaging the Demon Mother directly in battle if she continued to play petty tricks. But that would inevitably result in mutual destruction. It seemed Yi Song had a solution?
"Su Ming'an, are you confident... confident that after we kill Him, you can absorb His nutrients and advance to a first-level god?" Yi Song transmitted his voice.
Su Ming'an nodded silently.
Rather than fighting alongside Isabelle, it would be safer for him to truly ascend to the level of a first-class god. Isabelle had repeatedly expressed her intention to break the agreement, and had even nearly killed them before. But the problem was, he needed to save his divine power for the battle against the Radiant Mother Goddess; it would be pointless to risk mutual destruction with Isabelle here.
“…Okay. I have a way.” Yi Song transmitted his voice, “Give me a chance to talk to Him…When the time is right, throw that lock at Him.”