Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

The light in the lantern softened, it lowered slightly and fell on Zaijiu Xunge's pillow: I am witnessing the birth of another violent moon. The process of you writing world civilization, the process of you learning true responsibility and finding a way out for Zaijiu, is the process of weaving a cage.

The most essential difference between "Carrying Wine to Find Song" and "Carrying Cicada at Dawn" is that "Carrying Cicada at Dawn" can never let go of Fuzhi and everyone around her. She belongs to Fuzhi, her family, the memories that trap her, and even to Qihua who has been cultivating and looking up to her.

But Zaijiu Xunge is different. If one day "Zaijiu" is completely stable and no longer needs her, she will pursue the life she wants without hesitation. When the cage disappears, she will still belong to herself.

The lantern was about to start working, but Yu Xunge still had a question to ask: "B80 said you were lost for a thousand years. When did the Dawn Cicada get you? 300 years ago?"

[Angry Moon] swung the handle of his lantern back and forth: Almost.

She looked at B80, who was standing by the bed, trying to cover her with a thin blanket. "Are you talking about thousands of years based on Zaijiu's timeline? Is the difference in time flow between Dawn and Zaijiu so great? How often do Dawn players participate in the God Games?"

B80 lifted the quilt and covered her again, and then got busy.

[Angry Moon] seemed to want her to stop talking, and hurriedly began to help her transform the world with a sigh.

She finally quieted down for a while.

Before his consciousness was about to completely sink into the world's sighs, Yu Xunge, who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly reached out and grabbed B80's little hand, saying, "Look, I've recorded so many world sighs. Do you still want to ignite the fire of your soul and become a living being with emotions?"

In a daze, she only heard half of the sentence "Yes, because..."

Because of what?

Amidst the golden rain, B80, who was drinking and singing, slept quietly. B80 reached out a small finger to smooth her furrowed brow, and softly said the second half of the sentence: "I long for the scene of you being lost and tormented by right and wrong, and regret, and struggling between ideals and reality."

……

Bitter Cup sighed, "I miss it so much. The last time I saw [Quiet Dusk] was at Zelan Maple Sugar's place. It's not a bad choice to pick this one when searching for a song with wine. It can help her solve her current predicament."

Drummer: "She wouldn't choose that skill at all."

Bitter Cup: "I'm increasingly curious about what she'll ultimately achieve. I've never seen a player trigger this before. Not only are there two-stage war skills and world skills, but there's also a third path."

Drummer: "If Zelan Fengtang had successfully acquired that skill, he would have been able to defend Senhai. Unfortunately..."

In the past, the captain might have remained silent as he had done countless times before, without making any excuses. However, perhaps it was because he was drinking and singing while listening to the sigh of the "tide", which prevented him from calming down as quickly as before.

For the first time, the captain defended himself. "I never understand why you keep saying Zelan Maple Sugar almost managed to hold onto the Forest Sea. Even if she had chosen that reward, it would have only allowed her to use [Tranquil Dusk] once.

"If it was the complete version of [Tranquil Dusk], I wouldn't interfere. At least it could be used ten times. But the [Tranquil Dusk] that Zelan Fengtang encountered at that time could only be used once, and the price was the permanent loss of the God-given talent. Is it worth it?

"Even if she had successfully cut off the invasion connection between Zelan and Senhai, there would still be other worlds without Zelan, and she would have lost everything. She would regret it for the rest of her life."

Bitter Cup said calmly, "But she is willing. She knows the price. She doesn't think that losing her God-given talent means she has lost her future. She can create her own skills and future. She won't regret it."

The drummer objectively stated the facts of that year: "She knew what she was doing. It was you who forced her to choose [Faded Homeland] so that she could awaken [the faded hometown] and she had no choice but to settle for [a grand farewell]."