Chapter 243
The oak owls came and went, one after another, while the bowls, chopsticks, and spoons she was forced to take in piled higher and higher. Over time, they gathered dust, which she would wash off only for it to settle again. Eventually, Yu Xunge simply pretended not to see them.
— "Peach Jar, Peach Jar! Look, is this the fruit you've been searching for? I'm giving it to you as a gift since I'm heading to the battlefield tomorrow."
— "Peach Jar, if your words could flow as freely as the oil you use in your cooking, you'd surely have many little owls as friends. I don't know why, but everyone seems to like you."
— "Peach Jar, why don’t you talk to everyone? Tao Chan doesn’t like to speak either, but Luo Ye said she sensed with divine talent that Tao Chan doesn’t talk to us because she looks down on us. You’re different; you’re both heartless and sentimental. That’s a strange way to put it... She said you ignore us because you’re afraid of forming attachments. Why would you be afraid of that?"
— "Peach Jar, I want to go to the battlefield, but no one wants me. They say little owls should grow up in laughter, but the horns of war are so loud, and I haven’t heard laughter in a long time..."
— "Peach Jar, do you know? You encouraged me. You could stay here safely until everything is over, but whenever you have time, you go to the battlefield to fight... If I can come back, can we be friends?"
— "Peach Jar, they say you’re the most ambitious connection, cooking the worst meals just to be sent to the battlefield."
These were ordinary conversations. Yu Xunge hadn’t yet developed the kind of compassion for the other races that would make her feel pity for them over such mundane matters. To be honest, she didn’t even have that kind of benevolence for the Blue Star people, let alone for the other races.
In her heart, the weight of these oak owls didn’t even compare to that of Little Maqi.
She felt no sympathy; instead, she began to suspect that these spirits had realized she was an outsider. Why else would each of them come to interact with her? Were they trying to harm her?!
It wasn’t until later that she discovered these spirits treated everyone similarly. This race was naturally cheerful, and most of the oak owls were terrifyingly naive. Here, one could easily become a plaything in a matter of minutes, which eased her worries a bit.
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**Chapter 315: The Tower - Hot Violence or Cold Violence**
However, these oak owls were too much like the Blue Star people, and she couldn’t help but think of the future of Blue Star.
And the melody she had heard when the blood elves ascended the tower—it turned out to be a war song. Each time a battle concluded, the oak owls would gather the bodies of their fallen comrades, set them ablaze, and all the oak owls would rise into the sky to sing for them.
The war ended abruptly.
That day, while Yu Xunge was cooking, a blood-soaked oak owl suddenly burst into the kitchen, laughing maniacally. With tears streaming down his face, he announced loudly, "It’s over! It’s over!!"
In the next moment, Yu Xunge’s vision darkened, and the sounds of cheering, crying, and incredulous questions vanished in an instant. After a brief blackout, her senses returned, and this time, she found herself sitting on a tree trunk, feeling the breeze.
The scene changed so abruptly that Yu Xunge felt a bit dazed.
Eighty-five percent of the forest sea was filled with trees of various colors. As she looked out, she saw a vast expanse of greenery, with at least a third made up of different types of oak trees, while the rest were various fruit trees and shrubs.
But the tallest and most striking trees, their tops seemingly piercing the clouds, were a rare species called Mu. They were the tallest trees in the forest sea, said to occupy only 0.01% of it.
At that moment, Yu Xunge was sitting atop a century-old giant Mu tree, casually tearing off a soft, cloud-like leaf to cover herself.
Here, there were tens of thousands of plants and fruits, each with various uses. The oak owls had survived thanks to these magical fruits and the abilities their wings provided.
This time, she was called **Xiang Zong**, a level 27 oak owl with a decent divine talent, rated B.
The current year was 7205 in the Ruin Core calendar, with 12 years remaining until the war ended in 7285...
Yu Xunge hesitated for a moment but then flew into the forest to find fruits that could be made into pigments, painting three wavy lines on her forehead.
This was the signal of Ding Hai, and besides that, considering the various situations and identities after entering the tower, Ding Hai had designed numerous signals, some obvious and some subtle, including patterns, dialogues, sounds, and more. There were dozens of signals just for contact, and she wanted to connect with Ding Hai’s people to exchange information.
The feeling of being surrounded by other races was indeed a bit lonely. She could only call out to Tu Lan in the dead of night to talk.
Every time Tu Lan appeared, he wore a look of exasperation.
In her timeline, it went like this: she would just pick up the game console she brought in through the binding stone—only to be called out to chat—then back to the console—called out again—pick up the console—go out to chat—pick up—chat—pick up—chat...
Eventually, Tu Lan couldn’t take it anymore. After being summoned for what felt like the hundredth time, the little dragon used all his strength to punch himself, knocking himself out and leaning against Yu Xunge’s arms.
Yu Xunge stared blankly at the little dragon in her arms, unable to tell if this was hot violence or cold violence.
Before she could meet with Ding Hai’s people, the next day she was sent to the battlefield.
She began a routine of killing enemies, eating, sleeping, and killing again.
This was much better than staying in the cooking cabin. She could rampage without needing to remember the names of her "comrades." Everyone was too busy to chat; sometimes, she fought alongside someone for half a year without even remembering their name.
When she was Peach Jar, she had earned quite a bit of merit, some from working in the cooking house, and some from killing enemies on the battlefield. After accumulating enough merit, she exchanged it for advanced martial arts books compiled by the oak owls at the logistics department.
These martial arts books, made of text and patterns, were different from skill books formed from experience. The latter would instantly impart skills to the mind upon tearing them open, while the former required personal practice.
She also practiced the skills she had memorized before entering the tower, honing her close combat abilities on the battlefield.
Yu Xunge fought for five years straight.
During this time, she also exchanged with the other races for a divine talent skill called **Battle Review**, which was an A-level skill that allowed her to instantly understand all the mistakes she made in battle over the past three days. It was like having a personal intelligent mentor.
With this skill, Yu Xunge continuously corrected her mistakes and adjusted her combat style, quickly making a name for herself on the battlefield and even gaining a large number of fervent admirers.
However, because she was too effective in her killing, the eleven other races began to pay close attention to her. They assembled a ten-person squad on the battlefield, quickly converging from all directions during a clash.
Yu Xunge used all her skills but still couldn’t escape. The opponents were clearly prepared. After three years, she had only reached level 51, occasionally stealing some attributes, but since she wasn’t genuinely interested in fighting for the oak owls or in making a name for herself, merely wanting to train, she didn’t steal much.
Sometimes, she would trade good equipment for merit and then use that merit to exchange for martial arts.
She was an ordinary yet formidable level 51 oak owl warrior, while the ones coming to kill her were ten fully armed level 50 other races.
One of them even had a time-stop ability.
They were an assassination squad, and this operation targeted not only Yu Xunge but also several rising stars on the battlefield.
And just like that, Yu Xunge was slain.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become an oak owl named **Dao He**.
This time, she clearly sensed how significant the impact of dying in the tower was.
From **Peach Jar** to **Xiang Zong**, she merely closed her eyes and opened them again to change her life, as smooth as waking from a dream. But from **Xiang Zong** to **Dao He**, she felt dazed for nearly three days before she "woke up," gradually regaining her ability to think.
Not only that, but she also lost a skill—B-level **Explosive Arrow**.
In an instant, she understood the source of those skill books in the tower. They likely contained not only the memories and experiences stripped from the spirits but also a portion of the skill experience lost by the other races when they "died" in the tower.
**Dao He** had a C-level divine talent, not bearing the surnames Tao, Song, or Feng, which likely meant she was headed for the battlefield.
But the good news was that it was now 7214, not far from the end of the war in 7285. This time, she had learned her lesson; she was going to slack off on the battlefield.
Privately, she exchanged the equipment and items she had stolen on the battlefield with other oak owls for skill books, welcoming anyone, even if it was a D-level skill, as long as it was special enough, she was willing to pay a high price for it, such as **Lockpicking**, **Hunting Mastery**, **Forest Tracking**, **Air Bullets**, and so on.
This time, she fished her way to 7285.
Successfully entering the fourth cycle.
This time, she was quite lucky. She was called **Song Qiu**, and her legion had changed from **Crown** to **Rose Forest**, founded by Song Gui. As soon as she arrived, she was assigned to manage equipment in logistics.
But unfortunately, the current year was 5099 in the Ruin Core calendar, and the war had just entered a heated phase. The eleven other races had already occupied a small portion of the instance’s light curtain, and every week, a large number of other race soldiers would enter the forest sea through the instance’s light curtain.
There were still 19 years until the war ended in 7285.
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**Chapter 315: The Tower - Sisters - Liang Ya**
She had thought that lucky ten would be a bit different, but who would have thought that this time node was truly random.
She had completely given up on the path of a hundred cycles to ascend the tower. Now, she just hoped to survive for 300 years and get out.
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