Chapter 1451: 1451: New Faction: Starsea Prisoner （The End）
Once again, they stood aboard Cat’s Ideal.
The players either sat or stood, as if finally able to breathe. Yet their gazes still drifted toward BS Rita.
She was toying with [Foolishness Game] while looking toward the distant Order Clock, which was about to reach twelve.
"Do you need a day of rest before the next fight?"
The players’ eyes instantly lit up.
She had already found a way to lead them out?
Although the war sequence had been created by them after returning to the past, its essence was to overturn the lightless future of this exile zone.
It was meant to turn disaster and hardship into a tempering ground for the myriad races.
Otherwise, what awaited them all was being locked in cages, treated as consumables, drained of all value in loneliness, and then erased.
Now they had returned to the Twelfth Epoch, but that did not mean everything was over.
Beyond this world, there was a new battlefield.
A grander stage.
They, the so-called lowly races, had struggled this far. What reason did they have not to seize more?
One day was enough.
One day was the limit every Prisoner on this ship could endure.
All the players began replenishing supplies and potions. Players skilled in forging opened a temporary repair stall on the spot.
Lightchaser asked, "When are you going to shatter the pendulum and end all this?"
"When our kin can be born with game qualification, just like Rust Monument."
They had obtained permanent game qualification, but there were still so many of their kin outside.
Some feared war and blood.
Others would never accept mediocrity.
She handed the bulletless [Foolishness Game] to Maple Syrup and explained how the gun and bullets worked. Then she told her to figure out how to go against instinct and retrieve the [Romantic] bullet herself, as long as she returned it tomorrow.
Maple Syrup left with the gun, her expression solemn and conflicted.
It seemed she was also troubled over what to wager.
No one knew how many times she was willing to gamble.
Nor how she would defy her own instincts.
After watching Maple Syrup leave, Rita helplessly reached out again and handed the two bullets in her palm to Foolishness, who was almost pressed against her.
Then she sent Foolishness into QM Foolishness’s room inside [Prisoner Codex].
Only then did she finally gain some peace.
She took Nivalis and B80 to a corner and sat down.
She also needed one day of rest.
She took out one page.
The last remaining page of World Sigh.
[Game Invasion] had become Quiet Mountain.
[Start the Game] had become the game invitation.
The moon that loved listening to fairy tales had been left at the turning point of the story.
The epilogue had become the beginning of everything.
She had brought the prologue back to the end of the story.
And the Divine Talent Words she had recorded were on this [Prologue].
B80 sat cross-legged behind her and looked at the line of text on [Prologue] with her.
It asked, with feigned casualness, "So we’ve made up?"
Rita pressed her lips together and smiled.
After smiling, she said seriously, "I’m sorry I didn’t trust you this time."
"What about next time?"
"Next time depends on the specific situation."
"..."
Nivalis lay down comfortably.
Her dragon tail swished happily, then the tip poked B80.
"Give up."
After putting away the prologue, Rita took out a painting.
The B80 of the Third Epoch.
Nivalis commented, "It’s even animated."
Rita laughed again.
For some reason, she found it very easy to laugh today.
"Mhm," she said, then evaluated, "Very cute."
Undead Wildfire had already left.
When she crossed the barrier between the Third Epoch and the Twelfth Epoch, she had returned to her own timeline.
Quiet Mountain Rita leaned against the nearby ship’s helm with her arms crossed, her long blade in hand.
She asked BS Rita, "What are you planning to do with her timeline?"
"You said it yourself. That is her timeline."
Rita’s voice was gentle, but her words were rather cold and ruthless.
"That is her story. I won’t interfere."
But during the few minutes while waiting for the Quiet Mountain players to enter the cube, she had given Undead Wildfire a bundle of Flower Crown Murder.
Each petal of Flower Crown Murder carried a skill Rita had granted with the Divine Talent Word of a certain god.
[True Love Descends].
When Undead Wildfire saw the petal’s information, her naturally melancholic face twisted hard.
Even so, she accepted it.
Undead Wildfire would distribute this bundle of Flower Crown Murder to the people she knew.
When the time came, players from that timeline could use Flower Crown Murder to contact their other selves in this timeline and summon them at critical moments.
Whether the beings who received Flower Crown Murder were willing to ask themselves for help was one question.
Whether the summoned beings were willing to obey another version of themselves was another.
As they talked, Rita and Quiet Mountain Rita met eyes.
At the same time, wicked smiles of spectators watching a show appeared on their faces.
Let those people laugh at them.
Let them say how could someone even quarrel with herself.
They wanted to see whether those people would argue with themselves when the time came.
Quiet Mountain Rita left with her long blade, fully satisfied.
Deceitful Bloom, who had overheard everything, said to Cinders, who had also been eavesdropping,
"She’s right to obsess over getting stronger."
Cinders nodded while holding hot coffee.
"It would be terrible if her ability couldn’t keep up with her talent for annoying people."
Lightchaser walked over with a stern face and pulled Cinders away.
She said coldly, "How can you be with her?"
Deceitful Bloom: "..."
Why did BS Rita not find a mature and steady adult to be her teacher?
When Foolishness came out of Prisoner Codex on time, the entire ship of players was already prepared to begin another great battle.
The bloodstains on their bodies had been cleaned away.
Over their equipment, they wore the outer garments their races only wore during important celebrations.
Their shining weapons hung at their waists or were carried on their backs.
Everyone looked as though they were about to attend a grand festival.
Not a dangerous and unknown battle.
Rita received [Foolishness Game] from Maple Syrup.
From Maple Syrup’s expression and bearing, nothing looked different from usual.
But Maple Cang and Zoey followed behind her.
Zoey was holding Maple Burn’s hand.
And a glowing little oak owl, only the size of a finger joint, was crouched on Maple Syrup’s head.
Its name was Maple Mu.
A remnant soul.
How greedy.
Rita did not ask more.
She took the two most special bullets from Foolishness.
[Past] [BS Rita]: "I heard that I know you in the future." A bullet filled with the unknown. Must be used together with [Future]. When the gun fires, the more special bullets in the cylinder, the more imagination this bullet contains.
[Future] [BS Rita]: "Please believe me, whether in the past or the future." A bullet filled with the unknown. Must be used together with [Past]. When the gun fires, the more special bullets in the cylinder, the more imagination this bullet contains.
Looking at the eyes of every player aboard the ship, she felt there was no need to ask whether they were ready.
She flicked the handgun.
The cylinder popped out.
One bullet after another was loaded into the chamber.
An [Arrogant] person who could not tolerate mediocrity.
A [Foolishness] Sovereign who only dared admit she wanted to save Starsea as a joke.
The [Brilliance] that made timelines shine because of her.
The [Adjudicator] who made the pendulum of fate turn because of her.
In the [Past], she issued the Prisoner Codex.
In the [Future], she wrote the world’s sigh.
The cylinder snapped shut.
The muzzle aimed at Starsea.
All hands of time moved toward [12] at once.
The bell and gunshot rang out together.
Like ceremonial fireworks blooming at a festival.
Six golden bullets shot out together.
They intertwined and spun in the air, gathering into a white-gold meteor.
At last, it struck the sky.
A crisp sound rang out, like glass shattering.
A brand-new bullet.
[Celebration].
"We come filled with anger and unwillingness, to attend this celebration we were never invited to."
The gunshot, like a ceremonial cannon, resounded through Starsea.
The moment the sky shattered, a voice rang above every star system.
[Warning! Ash Prison has reappeared. Starsea Prisoners are escaping!]
[The number of Prisoners who have broken free from Divine Bestowal has reached the requirement. Ash Prison now meets login conditions. A new game map will soon open.]
[New races with login qualification detected. New races will soon go online.]
[Ash Prison has been officially renamed by its authority holder as Disorder Starsea.]
[Abyss Game will enter update maintenance for 100 Order Days. After the update ends, a brand-new faction will open simultaneously!]
[New Faction: Starsea Prisoner]
[Abyss Game 12.0: Uninvited Guests]
