Chapter 498
Every time, almost the moment that being emerged from the realm of humanity, it met its end beneath the heavy hammer, the pure white armor sighed while efficiently carrying out its grim task.
Each time that being appeared, the pure white armor could sense the rapid disintegration of its spirit, along with the maddening potion that gnawed at both body and mind.
After countless swings of the hammer, the "human" that re-entered the other realm could no longer be considered a "human."
It was a hollow shell, devoid of heart and brain. The moment it entered, the shell transformed into ash and dissipated, only to be summoned back again, repeating the cycle of "death" over and over.
Until finally, after the last eyeball had vanished, what was thrown back in was merely a silver-white chain, floating in mid-air.
After a brief wait, no more bodies were sent in.
The pure white knight lay on the ground, sighed, and steam billowed from its body.
It slowly took out the sculpted chain, and as the sculpture glowed with a faint red light, it spoke:
"All done, Lord Shaer."
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**Chapter 260: The Death of Strong Sound** (9535 words)
Buzz—
Buzz—
Before Shaer, countless silver lights flickered wildly. After a dizzying whirl, she found herself back in the same spot she had occupied just a minute ago.
At first, Shaer felt little, but as the silver lights continued to flash, she sensed a world-altering tilt, the silver glow completely enveloping her surroundings.
Leaves drifting from the sky returned to their original position just seconds before hitting the ground, then fell again, only to return once more. Eventually, the distance they fell grew shorter, and the speed of their return quickened.
It was as if someone was pressing the "←" key on the world's "player" repeatedly.
The speed increased until the entire world seemed to tremble, flashing back frantically within the same second, like a glitchy frame stuck in a loop, all sounds morphing into a cacophony of vibrations at different frequencies.
Shaer felt her eardrums nearly shatter from the onslaught. She sensed her spirit slipping away, dizziness, nausea, confusion... a myriad of negative effects piled up in her mind.
Perhaps passing out would have been the best choice at that moment, but her Lv.5 skill, **Calm Thinking**, allowed her to retain her ability to think in such extreme circumstances, forcing her to endure all the changes in this world.
Beside her, the Dark Worm was forcibly recalled to the other realm after exhausting the blood Shaer had sacrificed due to the time flow of beings from the other realm remaining unaffected—their consumption was still very real.
After enduring a mental torment that was nearly unimaginable to an ordinary person, Shaer lost track of time. Finally, after the last silver light flickered, everything before her returned to normal.
The moment she regained control of her body, Shaer could barely stand. She swayed a couple of times before managing to steady herself.
I need to confirm... I must confirm...
With a clear mind, Shaer sent commands to her body, but it felt as if her movements were delayed. After what felt like an eternity, she slowly lifted her head to look ahead.
Before her, a thick cloud of smoke rolled in the distance, as if a group of iron riders were approaching, but without the accompaniment of music. Before they could get close, the smoke began to dissipate—seemingly, they had forgotten the reason for their charge.
And then, a silver light flashed before Shaer, and a semi-transparent system panel appeared in her view.
Has it really been... nearly an hour?
The countless instances of rewind she had just experienced proved that Strong Sound had successfully fallen into the trap she had set.
At that moment, a faint red light flickered in her mind; it was the pure white armor, transmitting information to Shaer.
"All done, Lord Shaer."
The ethereal sound of steel buzzing echoed in Shaer's mind.
"Only a chain remains. Should I hand it over to you...?"
"Where is the person?" Shaer, no longer able to support herself, collapsed to the ground, panting as she inquired in her heart.
"Not a trace left."
The pure white knight relayed its message.
Only then did Shaer finally let out a sigh of relief—but just as she did, she felt her mental strength nearing its breaking point, unable to support any further action, even the effort to keep her eyelids open was a struggle.
She was utterly exhausted.
"What about that chain...?"
The pure white armor seemed to want to say more, but Shaer had no energy left to concern herself with the issue of "uniqueness."
If it was like the "Unique" of the **Overlimit Gear**, then according to the nature of "uniqueness," the chains in different timelines were merely illusory projections. Only by reclaiming that chain in reality would all simulated and timeline chains collapse into one.
"Leave it... I'll take it myself later..."
It wasn't time to end things yet; there was still one last step to take...
In the first simulation, she had killed Strong Sound twice, setting the rewind starting point for the chain at the moment Shaer returned to reality. The damage to Strong Sound would only occur after Shaer returned to reality.
In other words, the Strong Sound in reality was still active, and the situation was critical and ever-changing. With only the 2nd-tier Tara and 2nd-tier Aivina by her side, even if they gave their all, they couldn't possibly hold back a 4th-tier Strong Sound...
She couldn't wait for the 24 hours to pass; she had to return to reality immediately...
Shaer trembled as she reached out her hand, the silver light flickering in her grasp. She raised the blade of the **Deadly Blood Roland** and slowly aimed the gun at herself.
"Boom—"
Shaer fell back onto the ground.
The blood-red violet bloomed on her forehead.
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In the St. Lawrence District, a luxurious carriage pulled by two horses sped down the road. The driver whistled, alerting pedestrians ahead to clear the way.
The carriage quickly traversed the St. Lawrence District and soon arrived at the equally bustling Mafer District. Here, the carriage's speed gradually slowed as more pedestrians filled the streets.
Fortunately, the "traffic jam" didn't last long, and soon the carriage was halted in front of the Dedton Member Hotel.
Two tower shields blocked the carriage, surrounded by royal soldiers clad in red and silver armor.
Inside the carriage, Charles slowly opened the door and stepped out, scanning the soldiers around him.
"Duke Russell?"
One of the "Crown Guards" behind the tower shield immediately recognized Charles. He moved the shield aside and stepped forward, bowing his head before Charles, saying, "Your Grace, are you here on business? I apologize, but the Dedton Member Hotel is currently implicated in a case of harboring criminals..."
"Who’s inside?" Charles ignored the Crown Guard's words and walked straight toward the hotel entrance, showing no intention of stopping.
Another Crown Guard, upon hearing Charles's name, stepped aside, creating a path through the previously impenetrable crowd.
With so many people present, no one dared to stand in Charles's way.
"It’s... it’s Lord Strong Sound. He just went up a little while ago..."
The Crown Guard's words made Charles frown. As he heard a soft melody drifting in his ears, he raised his hand, magma and flames coalescing in his palm. He aimed directly at the source of the sound and hurled the molten black spear.
Then, Charles slightly bent his knees.
"Boom—"
With just a simple leap, the stone slabs beneath him shattered, and Charles shot into the Dedton Member Hotel like a cannonball, following the trail of the spear.
Just five minutes earlier.
In the luxury suite of the Dedton Hotel.
Aivina and Tara had just moved Shaer onto the bed.
Looking at the unconscious Shaer, Aivina felt a wave of confusion wash over her.
What should they do now?
If Charles hadn't arrived, how could two 2nd-tier beings deal with a 4th-tier Strong Sound?
Not to mention, he would definitely bring help... just those helpers alone would be beyond what Aivina and Tara could handle.
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