Chapter 1450: 1450: The Snowman Left in the Past
Light bloomed in her palm.
This game did not need a manager.
She could not let Ash Inspector control everything here the way it once had.
Not even if her Unique Key was loyal to her, in both past and future.
Then become part of the game.
A game needed players, and it needed NPCs.
It was a player-made creation.
It had no soul fire, so it would not be destroyed by the bell.
It could properly enjoy the game with the players, instead of flying alone in the sky, carrying the hatred of all players in loneliness.
It was the most suitable existence to join the game.
After all, B80 had managed this exile zone for many years and possessed a portion of its authority.
Light swallowed the cube.
In an instant, it turned into countless points of light and drilled into Number One Moon above the Abandoned Zone pier.
At the end, only a tiny cube remained in Rita’s palm.
It looked like a sugar cube.
That was B80’s law program.
What was written inside?
Was it that it could not harm BS Rita?
No matter how careful the players had been not to mention names, some rumors must have leaked.
It must have known her name long ago.
What a pity.
She had never even formally introduced herself.
To say goodbye like this felt too rushed.
Too much of a shame.
She had moments this unwilling too.
Rita rummaged through Nivalis’ Gacha Machine and pulled out a lump of snow.
Using [Summer Snowman], she made a snowman of herself.
[Summer Snowman: Rita] [Rollback Count: 10]
On the snowman’s left shoulder was a super tiny little robot.
On its right shoulder was a little dragon.
Behind the snowman’s head, the little robot’s hand was fighting with the little dragon’s tail.
A snowman that no one knew how long could survive in this Wrong Season.
She stuffed the law program cube from the Third Epoch B80 into the little snowman’s arms.
Then she tossed it gently.
The snowman and the cube fell into Number One Abandoned Zone.
She would wait for it in the future.
After the B80 of the past was reborn, Rita once again took out the cube of the Twelfth Epoch B80.
But she did not choose to load.
She could not bear to let B80 lose the memory of dressing up and returning to the past to help her.
There could be new stories in the future.
But some stories were better remembered forever.
She chose the revival skill she had obtained long ago.
[I Said the Marshmallow Has Not Expired, So It Has Not Expired.]
Mystic version.
Sugar threads wrapped around the cube.
Rita suddenly remembered the scene when she had found B80 in the Abandoned Zone.
Countless tiny robots had been piled on the Scrap Heap, staring up at Number One Moon above them.
What had they been thinking then?
Were they using thought to resist boredom and loneliness, day after day, year after year?
Or were they waiting for their Unique Key?
Would it remember something?
As that thought crossed her mind, Rita felt a few traces of joy and guilt so intense she almost had nowhere to put them.
B80, with a warm yellow flower on its head, appeared before her again.
It easily saw through BS Rita’s discomfort.
So it touched the little flower on its head, flew behind her, and stood there quietly.
It began thinking about how to mock her in the future.
Only three minutes remained.
The golden rain curtain in the sky slowly shrank.
A small portion returned to Rita’s waist and became a tiny lightning dagger.
As long as part of it remained, she could absorb magic elements and nurture her companion lightning back again.
The rest of the thunderous downpour gathered like a funnel, concentrating over a certain spot in the long river.
Finally, it hung upside down above the river surface.
Then it grew downward into a glittering golden tree.
Golden branches stretched and spread.
At last, they opened wide, nearly spanning the whole river.
After consuming a vast amount of soul fire, this was the limit of what she could do.
She explained to the other players,
"If a heroic soul passes by and is stopped by this tree, I will sense it."
As long as she could find the body, she could anchor the player and read their archive.
Rita added,
"As long as you want to try, I will lend [Foolishness Game] to any of you."
"But that bullet can only retrieve your own treasure."
In other words, if the dead player did not belong to you, then even if you fired a hundred shots into your head, they would not return to your side.
But what counted as belonging?
And what did not?
How could anyone truly say?
Mistblade crouched on the river surface.
She placed the cup of incense in her hand on the water and let it drift toward the golden tree in the distance.
Many people on the battlefield stared silently at that tree.
Not only because its branches resembled something produced by the Golden Tree.
But also because it reminded them of the miraculous ancient tree in Moonlight Marsh.
No one knew what kind of story would unfold in the future.
[Prisoner Codex] scattered.
Countless cubes formed a slanted staircase leading upward.
One cube’s light fell upon Quiet Mountain and rapidly expanded, forming something like a shelter.
"This place will reboot in two minutes."
"Enter the cube."
Her cube could carry ordinary players.
But players who had already broken free from Divine Bestowal had to run on their own.
After saying that, Rita called out to Maple Syrup, who was still staring down into the river.
"Maple Syrup! They will come back."
"Even if [Foolishness Game] cannot find them, even if the golden tree cannot stop them, we can sneak back in the Fourth Epoch."
"You have plenty of time to search."
Mistblade forcefully dragged Maple Syrup toward the cube staircase.
Rita stayed at the very end.
She was worried something else might happen.
She also had to collect Quiet Mountain’s cube.
At this moment, Undead Wildfire walked to her side and asked,
"What is going on with the timelines?"
The players running on the staircase all pricked up their ears at once.
The players from Quiet Mountain had already finished transferring.
Rita retrieved that cube, then ran upward together with Undead Wildfire.
"I cannot interfere with it."
"That was the consequence caused by a legendary Prisoner from the Second Epoch."
Through the Eye of Surveillance, Rita had seen a few clues from the past.
Just a glimpse was enough for her to deduce the whole.
When that legendary Prisoner realized the environment she was in and the future all living beings would face, she had repeatedly used her SP-rank Divine Talent named [Divine Game].
With the talent skill [Start Over], she simulated the future again and again in her mind, searching for a possible way to clear the game.
In the end, when Rust Monument led the Ash Legion to surround her, she used the fifth talent skill that could only be used once in her lifetime.
[Claim Reward].
She directly anchored the only successful ending from a crack in the rules.
"Those timelines are the countless possibilities that appeared when she simulated clearing the game."
"When the bell rings, they will be pruned away."
"Because she already confirmed the only ending in advance."
"The timelines that vanish in the bell are also failed possibilities."
"Not only that, the turbulent flow of time formed by those timelines happens to protect this place."
"Outsiders cannot find it."
"Only players who receive invitations can be teleported in."
As she spoke, the players running at the front felt themselves pass through a cold barrier.
In the endless night sky that had previously stretched beyond sight, a white-gold ship and a round Order Clock appeared.
One figure after another stepped on the stairway formed by cube blocks.
They passed through the transparent barrier and disappeared from the Third Epoch.
Beneath the giant clock in the sky, the pendulum seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand.
The centaur began to swing left and right.
The arc grew wider and wider.
In the Abandoned Zone, a cube opened a pair of tiny black eyes.
Its energy was insufficient, so it could not return to its final form.
It struggled to extend short, crude limbs from the cube.
Then it looked up at the unfamiliar snowman holding it.
It stared blankly for a long time.
Finally, it looked toward the moon in the sky.
It felt as if it had forgotten something very important.
