Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

It's said to be a few years, but it actually goes by quite quickly.

Especially as Stella gradually took over many things from Garcia, she always had something to worry about every day, and time passed even faster.

Over the years, Catherine has kept in touch with her, but after passing the test and becoming a saint, Catherine has also become busy.

He spends his days either studying at school or familiarizing himself with affairs at the Temple of Light, and rarely even goes home.

Therefore, the two of them remained in contact but never saw each other again.

Damian and Lucas finally returned just before the 100-day celebration began, looking rather disheveled.

Stella asked curiously, "What trouble have you encountered?"

"N-nothing," Lucas stammered, giving Damian a wink.

Damian showed him no mercy, exposing him directly: "It's just that he suddenly had another episode."

"To let people know that he likes to read beautiful love stories, they deliberately set a trap for him, and he almost fell for it."

Lucas covered his face, looking like he didn't want to face it.

Stella became even more interested.

Damian simply told her the whole story from beginning to end.

After hearing this, Stella finally understood why Damian was so angry.

Damian sensed something was wrong early on because the scheme was so obviously targeting Lucas. After several reminders, Lucas verbally agreed but refused to listen and secretly went to watch.

This onlooker's actions led to trouble, and Damian had to go and get him out.

After being pulled out, Damian didn't dare linger in the area and rushed back with Lucas.

The long and arduous journey, coupled with his resentment at his friend's disobedience and unauthorized actions, caused Damian's good temper to finally break.

Lucas knew he had done something wrong, but he wasn't angry even though his secret had been exposed. Instead, he came over to coax Damian.

Damian was really annoyed with him, so he put one hand on his face and pushed him away.

"We're back in the Elf Forest now, you should go back too, I need to rest as well."

Lucas was locked out when he remembered that Stella was still there, so he went to knock on the door again.

Stella found it amusing and said to Damian, "You should rest well. Now that you're all back, we'll be having a banquet for you as usual."

Damian instinctively refused: "The 100-day celebration is just around the corner."

“There’s no conflict,” Stella said. “You all just need to get plenty of rest and wait to participate.”

Damian will come of age, and after the hundred-day celebration, he will inevitably be stationed in the Dark Forest for a long time, while Lucas will have to stay in the Elf City. Their time together will be limited.

Stella got up and opened the door, only to be met with Lucas's smirking face.

She didn't say much, went out, and closed the door behind her.

"Let's go, don't disturb Damian's rest."

Even Stella came out, so Lucas had no choice but to follow her back.

On the way, Stella mentioned the celebration banquet to him briefly before parting ways with him.

"You're back?" The Elf King gestured for her to come closer as she entered.

Stella walked to the Elf King's side, casually rested her hand on the armrest of the chair, and leaned slightly forward to look at the news on the table.

"The vampire prince has entered the Ruins Valley?"

Stella frowned: "Your Majesty, should we go and stop him?"

"Won't he make a mess of the Ruins Valley?"

"If he can get out safely," the Elf King didn't take the vampire prince seriously, "we can go check on him after the hundred-day celebration."

If that vampire prince manages to get out, it's because he's capable.

If not, Stella and the others would only go there to confirm whether he was still alive.

“My lord,” Garcia knocked and entered, “a letter from the vampire lord.”

Stella looked up: "It can't be that fast, can it?"

Garcia didn't understand what she meant, but the Elf King did reply to her.

"not sure."

Stella thought about it and agreed. If something hadn't happened, the vampire lord wouldn't have rushed to send a message at this time.

After reading the letter, as expected, it was from the vampire lord asking the elf king to help rescue the vampire prince.

"This doesn't seem very sincere," Stella said. After reading the whole thing, all she saw was the vampires asking the Elf King for help, without the vampires offering any terms of assistance or gratitude.

Is a simple "thank you" enough for the Elf King?

Of course we don't need it!

Stella looked at the Elf King, waiting for his decision.

The Elf King certainly wouldn't go.

Putting aside the fact that the vampire's letter was insincere, the fact that the vampire wanted to capture Stella to gain merit, and the vampire prince who later tried to cause trouble for Stella in the City of Chaos, was enough to displease the Elf King.

So the Elf King's reply was also very interesting. He did not refuse directly, but made it clear in the letter that nothing could delay the 100-day celebration. He said that he could save her, but it would be discussed after the 100-day celebration.

After the letter was sent, Stella thought the matter should be put aside for the time being, but unexpectedly, the vampire lord appeared in person outside the Elf Forest, requesting an audience with the Elf King.

Beside the vampire lord, Stella also saw a familiar face—Joe, the vampire butler from the City of Chaos.

To be kept by the vampire lord's side under such circumstances, it seems that Joe is highly trusted.

Stella thought to herself, but didn't show it on her face. She bowed and said, "The King is waiting for you in the reception room. Please follow me."

Joe had never seen her face before; it was only after hearing her voice that he began to scrutinize her.

Stella didn't do anything extra and led the vampire monarch directly to the elven palace. Joe wanted to follow, but Stella stopped him.

Stella didn't say anything, just glanced at him, and Joe wisely stopped in his tracks.

It was only after the vampire lord took a few steps, turned around and noticed this, that he told the Elf King that Joe was his confidant, and only then was Joe allowed to go in.

Stella naturally walked to the Elf King's side.

Joe, standing behind the vampire king, narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched this scene.

“Layton is my youngest son. His mother is still unconscious so that he could be born safely.”

“If his mother wakes up to the devastating news that her child has vanished into thin air, I fear she will lose her mind in anger.”

"You know her personality; when she gets angry, no one can stop her."

"For the sake of our fading friendship, Thranduil, please help me."

"You can have anything you want in exchange."

Seeing that the Elf King remained silent, the Vampire King took out a box from his storage ring and placed it on the table: "This is my sincerity. If you agree, it is yours."

As soon as the box appeared, Stella clearly sensed the Elf King's hesitation.

Even though the Vampire King had tried to entice him with affection, the Elf King showed no intention of paying attention. What was in this box?

Stella stared at the box for a long time, then suddenly realized something was strange.

I don't see a keyhole on this box.

“Victor,” the Elf King composed himself and called out the name of the vampire lord, “we all know very well what kind of personality you have.”

"Are you really here today for your youngest son, Layton?"

Before Victor could speak, the Elf King interrupted him: "Prince Layton has only been in the Valley of Death for a short time, and you have already sent me a letter."

“After I refused, you reappeared outside the Elf Forest in such a short time, even with this.”

“Doesn’t this just show how worried I am about Layton?” Victor seemed a little angry at the Elf King’s distrust, but quickly regained his composure and said with a wry smile, “This thing is a relic of the God of Light. If I didn’t think it was the only thing that could move you before the Hundred Days’ Celebration, why would I have taken it out?”

"Is that so?" the Elf King's voice remained indifferent. "Then tell me, what's inside?"

Victor choked.

Joe quickly stepped forward: "What's inside isn't important. What's important is that this is indeed something from the God of Light, and it's the greatest sincerity the King can express to His Excellency the Elf King."

Stella tilted her head slightly and muttered "quietly" on purpose.

"Is it really not because it can't be opened?"

Only when Stella realized Joe was watching her did she make an expression that said, "Oh no, did I let something slip?"

Victor's brow twitched, and he said to the Elf King, "You still dote on elves and fairies so much; they're always so lively around you. But being too lively and always interrupting isn't a good thing."

Stella didn't even need the Elf King to speak: "Joe, your king has chosen you."

"You are my role model."

"No, I didn't do it on purpose, but you definitely did it intentionally."

Following Stella's words, the Elf King said, "Victor, when you reprimand your subordinates, don't use elves and fairies as an excuse."

"I think they are all very good, and there is nothing that needs to be changed."

Joe couldn't offer an answer, so he could only look at Victor.

Victor steered the conversation back on track: "These things are unimportant, Thranduil. What is your answer?"

“My answer remains the same,” said the Elf King. “Nothing is more important than the Hundred Days’ Celebration.”

“In that case,” Victor suggested, “I’ll wait here. We’ll set off whenever your 100-day celebration ends.”

"Would the elves not welcome me?"

“Indeed,” the Elf King said, to Victor’s incredulous look, “this hundred-day celebration will not be open to the public. You can wait outside the Elf Forest.”

Victor said a lot more, but the Elf King didn't listen to a word. He even used a magic circle to personally send Victor and Joe off.

Stella was seeing the Elf King so eager for the first time, and a smile appeared on her face, but she explained, "Lord Victor must have thought you would keep him out of politeness. The expression on his face just now was truly fascinating."

"However, he's making it so obvious, does he think no one can hide it? Asking you to rescue Layton is a minor matter; his real purpose is to stay in Elf City during the Hundred Days Celebration, isn't it?"

The Elf King shook his head and turned his gaze to the box in front of him: "This should be his purpose."

"Hmm?" Stella followed the Elf King's gaze and looked at the box on the table.

When the Elf King teleported Victor and the others away, Victor had no intention of taking them with him.

"Your Majesty, is there something wrong with this box?"

"This is what the Dark God tricked and won from the Light God," the Elf King seemed to recall the scene and found it somewhat amusing, then said a few more words to Stellado.

"The God of Darkness saw that the God of Light really liked the box, so he decided to cheat his way out of it."

"But after he got his hands on it, he couldn't open it. In the end, he handed the box to Victor and asked him to figure it out."

“It seems Victor hasn’t been able to come up with a solution,” Stella said. “Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so generous in taking the box out.”

The Elf King shook his head: "He may have already thought of a way, otherwise he wouldn't have sent it to the Elf Forest before the Daytime Celebration."

"Is Wang implying that Victor believes the 100-day celebration can be used to open the box?"

Stella stroked her chin: "Your Majesty, is it possible that this box is Victor's way of asking you for a favor?"

“In the past, when the gods were alive, Victor certainly wouldn’t have dared to easily hand over what the God of Darkness had entrusted to him.”

"But now that the divine realm and the human world have not been in contact for tens of thousands of years, it's possible that Victor has become bold and might transfer the items to you."

"Even if one day in the future, the gods reappear on earth, and the Dark God asks about this box, he can simply say that he asked you to take it because he wanted you to save Layton."

“Perhaps,” the Elf King pulled the box over, played with it for a while, but found no clue.

Stella stayed beside him for a while, and just then Garcia came to deliver new documents, so she went along to help sort them.

After sorting, Stella and Garcia placed the files on the Elf King's desk.

Since there wasn't much space left on the table, Stella thought about moving the box around.

Unexpectedly, the box emitted a bright blue light as soon as Stella placed her hand on it.

"Stella!"

The Elf King realized something was wrong and immediately tried to pull her away, but they both disappeared before the terrified Garcia's eyes.

Stella was held in the Elf King's arms, feeling herself falling deeper and deeper into darkness, growing colder and colder.

She was wearing clothes that Damian had specially made for her with automatic temperature regulation, so she shouldn't feel cold.

Stella was about to tell the Elf King how she felt when she suddenly felt a sense of grounding, as if she had stepped on something.

Stella didn't immediately get out of the Elf King's arms. Instead, she looked around curiously at the surroundings, which were all endless ice and snow. No wonder she felt cold; the outside temperature was probably far beyond what her clothes could regulate. "Your Majesty, do you know where this is?"

The Elf King was also somewhat puzzled: "It's somewhat similar to the far north, but it shouldn't be."

Stella nodded, agreeing with him.

She had been to the far north during her travels, but this place gave her a completely different feeling.

If Stella had to pinpoint exactly what was different, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

It was getting colder, and Stella tucked her hands in.

The Elf King immediately took out a thick cloak made of some unknown material from his storage ring and draped it over Stella.

As the warmth spread, Stella finally felt better, and after a while she even felt a little hot.

She looked at the dress and noticed that it was inlaid with several flame stones, which were constantly maintaining the temperature of the dress.

What a luxury!

Stella pulled her cloak tighter around herself, but it was so warm!