It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

The romantic woman is a true optimist. Unlike the young girl, who barely disguises herself as a yin figure, the romantic woman is a true, everlasting radiance. She is like a summer morning, with just the right warmth, not uncomfortable, and the blazing sun, always keeping everyone's attention focused on the center of the stage—that is, the romantic woman herself.

Flowers rushed to complement her, and the wind existed only to lift her hair. As long as she was there, it seemed as if everything was created for her. And she, too, seemed to love everything in the world, at least that's what her sweet words suggested.

But for such a person...why would she be so resolute in her decision to die? She knew there was an abyss ahead, yet she continued to move forward towards it, not even showing a trace of fear. Why, exactly?

That day, the girl lay helplessly on the ground, watching the frail figure of the other person walking towards the light of certain death. Such doubts arose in her heart. She stretched out her arms towards the retreating figure, making a sound as if trying to hold him back.

But in the end, it was just like today, watching her (them) disappear before my eyes.

Why... on earth?

A soft touch brought a touch of warmth to the poet's dazed state. She hazily opened her blurry eyes and, with great difficulty, focused her gaze. She saw a figure, seemingly impossible to be there, standing before her.

The scarred, white-haired girl, barely able to stand, stood before the poet. She seemed a little shaky, but her expression was filled with worry over the poet's distraught expression. Her golden eyes, though uncertain, were also incredibly clear. She extended her hands to support the poet's body, raised her head, and the moment she realized he had woken up, she looked slightly surprised and shouted to him,

Chapter 770 How much have we experienced?

"Hey, boss, what's going on? You can predict the future and manipulate cause and effect, so how did you end up like this...? Ah, I see. This must be part of your plan. Anyway, now that you're awake, why don't you tell me what to do next? At least tell me how to get you down. That magic wand told me the chain is constructed in a special way, and I'm afraid I'll tear it apart if you pull on it."

Bai Lin's expression and tone seemed negative. Rather, she seemed somewhat listless. However, from her words, it was clear that her goals were crystal clear, and her mind remained steady, focused on her goals. She didn't seem to despair at all about her current situation, and was still searching for solutions to her current predicament.

It was as if she was just doing a slightly complicated task. Her words did not betray any negativity, but were simply effective communication.

The poet was very surprised that Bai Lin could appear in front of her. However, at this moment, her heart was as dead as ashes, and she could not think of any positive thoughts. She just trembled her lips and squeezed out a low sentence,

"How...did you get up here?"

"Me? Of course I climbed up, otherwise I could have flown up. After I fell in, I was woken up, and then the magic wand told me that I had recovered some of my condition and could continue to move with its power. So I climbed back out of the hole I fell into. But boss, shouldn't you know how I would operate?"

Although it sounds a bit long, Bai Lin's summary is still very accurate. Of course, the poet's ears are similar to those of the audience, a little confused. The poet muttered in confusion,

"Wake up from the fall... and climb up?"

"Hey, let's not dwell on this for now. This guy seems to have woken up again. Look, he's spawning monsters behind me again. Let's get down to business. How do I get you down? If you don't know, I'll just try to interrupt it."

When Bai Lin heard the monster's cry again not far behind her, she became even more anxious. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on the poet. The poet, with a gloomy look in his eyes, shook his head slightly and replied,

"It's useless, Holy Son. I... have already been defeated. This path to victory has been blocked. Since you can still move, then try to escape. Run as far as possible. Forget what happened between us, forget everything—"

"H-? What nonsense are you talking about? Where can we go in this place? You can't fight anymore, right? If it's okay for you to hang on here, then hang on for now. I'll finish the job. If you can recover, come and help. If not, just wait for me to finish them all off."

Bai Lin said this, and immediately released the hand holding the poet. He nimbly picked up the iron rod stuck in the ground with both hands. Standing not far from the poet, he raised the iron rod in his hand and looked out in all directions. Suddenly, swarms of monsters surrounded him from all directions, and the chains of the flesh monsters were also indispensable.

For the already severely injured Bai Lin, this was undoubtedly a hopeless lack of combat power. This wasn't like the rotting dragon outside, which could win by cooperating with the other two. This was a real explosion of soldiers, intending to crush the two men with low health to death.

Especially this flesh-walled monster, it seems that it can produce more soldiers than this. The exact limit of its regeneration ability is also unknown, but at present, it seems to be endless.

But facing such a scene, Bai Lin had no intention of retreating. She was determined to stand here and face this battle and kill them all. This was undoubtedly choosing another crazy path to death for herself who had just escaped from danger.

This could not help but make the poet, who was already in a confused state, tremble slightly. She said slowly to Bai Lin,

"What are you thinking, Holy Son? You can't win. The future has been painted a dim red, no longer holding the glory of victory. If you can't survive, it would be easier to simply choose death..."

"That's what I wanted to ask you, poet! Do you know how devastating it is to have a prophet tell me I can't win?"

Bai Lin interrupted the other person without hesitation. She looked a little anxious, but her eyes were fixed on the front, and she was not shaken at all. She said loudly,

"Listen carefully, I've always believed in you. But you know me well, right? Even if I'm doomed, I won't just sit there and let someone do whatever they want to my body. Even if I have to die, I'll die by my own choice. I'll fight until my body completely decays. Even if I can't even inflict a single scratch on the other side, I'll keep hoping I can succeed."

"Who would be willing to do nothing and just leave their fate to others? What if you win? Even if it's just picking up a letter on the beach from across the ocean, written in a foreign language, but it makes you feel so familiar, as if you were destined to encounter it in this life, and discover on this day that you once breathed the air, you must try. Otherwise, you won't even know where you will go after death. If you are still conscious, you will regret it to death."

"I've been through so much to get to this point where I can meet you. And how much effort and hard work did we put in to take down that guy outside? And now, you're telling me you can't win and have given up? What a joke! How could you possibly make such a decision?!"

The poet seemed to have heard Bai Lin say so much for the first time. Hearing her so excited, she also thought about her thoughts a little bit, and finally, she came up with another question.

"Then why not try to escape? Knowing that resistance means death, and staying here also means death, it makes sense to try other possibilities. You can even get out of that dimension, so letting the magic wand help you leave this building should be easy."

Like a dull old wind chime, with a hint of crow's cry. The poet's tone was roughly like this when he spoke these words, perhaps even worse. After hearing these words, Bai Lin's body seemed to relax a little. She hunched over slightly, then sighed, and after a moment's silence, she replied,

Chapter 771 It doesn’t seem that difficult

"For most people, life only happens once. In some cases, and it seems like for me, this rule is no exception. I certainly don't want to die. Most people don't want to die. Who the hell would want to choose a faster death when life is only a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"But, besides life, there are many other things in this world, and we only have one life. If you make the wrong choice, you won't even have the right to regret it."

"Maybe if you think about it carefully, some things can't be compared with your own life. But... forget it, why say so much. If you can't fight, just watch from there. If I get into trouble, take me to find Huang Shen or Kong. You know them, they will always find a way. If we both get into trouble, haha, there is no such option!"

When Bai Lin said this, she shook her head frantically and tightened the long stick in her hand. Her tone rose again, reaching the level of a roar. She looked as ferocious as the monsters in front of her. She continued to roar loudly,

"I've seen more hopeless situations than this. Retreating is impossible. There's only one real outcome: I'll kill them all and send them all off!"

I wonder how much of this was meant to comfort myself. Even Bai Lin himself wasn't clear on this point, and the poet couldn't hear a single word. The clear pre-war declaration of passion and murderous intent made Bai Lin's back seem even more solid and reliable.

In this dim world, she seemed bathed in an unwavering light. Or rather, there was light, moving with the unwavering person. The poet's blurred vision seemed to clear a little, as if it had simply overlapped with a certain fragment of midnight that could not be forgotten in her mind.

Besides life itself, there are many other things in this world that only come once. If you make the wrong choice, you won't even have the right to regret it.

This was by no means the first time the poet had heard these words of Buddhist teachings, but until today, the sound echoing in her ears was much clearer. Perhaps it was just because Bai Lin had a loud voice, but overall, such a sentence shocked her body.

The blood that had been clotted began to flow again. Her heart began to beat again. The light before her shone into her eyes, dispelling all the chaos. It penetrated the clouds and mist with thunder, bringing righteousness to the world.

With a "crackling" sound, the chain connected to the poet's back broke. She instantly fell to the ground, crawling on all fours. Bai Lin immediately noticed this scene, and hurriedly turned around, reaching out to pull her up. The poet immediately raised one hand, signaling Bai Lin not to move. Then he held up the blade at his hand and slowly supported himself.

"You're right, Holy Son... Trying is much better than waiting to die. Even if you know you'll die no matter which side you choose, it's true. Thank you."

The poet's tone gradually returned to its usual calmness. She stood still, took a deep breath, and fell into a moment of contemplation.

Yes, I've been through so much to get to where I am today. How could I possibly give up at this point?

Thinking of this, there was no longer any confusion on her face. Even though she was covered in scars and seriously injured, she was determined and raised her weapon. Then, she said,

"I'm sorry for saying so many disturbing things just now. If this apology isn't enough, I'll give you a bonus after this."

Seeing the poet's rapid transformation, and then looking at her extremely serious expression, Bai Lin went from being slightly shocked to feeling a mixture of laughter and headache. Finally, she simply closed one eye and replied in a slightly relaxed tone,

"There's no need to be so formal about thanking and apologizing for something like this... If you're truly sorry, just promise me that we'll get through this together. We'll talk about the rest later."

Their bodies were stained with filth, their forms twisted. But no matter how their forms had been altered, the two girls who now existed were undoubtedly the same, unwavering, unwavering beings. Their gazes were blazing, their hearts surging. Together, they gazed upon the seemingly endless ocean that could strike fear into anyone's heart.

As if they had received a signal, all the monsters jumped up at the same time. They attacked the two of them frantically. The sky, the eyes, and all the blind spots were filled with their extremely filthy figures.

But upon closer inspection, it seemed like just a bunch of lousy little monsters, just a little more unusual and numerous. As Bai Lin had said, she'd seen far more desperate situations than this. And with the addition of another person who was no longer afraid, this situation naturally... became several notches worse.

This wasn't their first time fighting side by side, and while their condition was clearly weaker this time, their movements were more fluid and their coordination more seamless. The poet swept across the ocean, his sword swiftly slicing through it, creating a splatter of blood. Bai Lin, after sending a group of monsters flying with a single kick, flipped over and leaped into the air.

The poet gave a gentle lift, then flung Bai Lin's body out. At that speed, the iron rod in Bai Lin's hand flew wildly, shattering bones and cracking skulls. Finally, with a heavy impact, the iron rod stopped the momentum and opened a bloody path.

Their actions shattered the depths of space, their will brought dawn. When they regained consciousness, there was nothing left around them except countless corpses and signs of various destruction of the flesh walls. Bai Lin gasped, glanced at the poet next to him, and asked,

"Why does it feel like...it's not that difficult?"

"That's because I'm awesome, aren't you stupid?"

The magic wand loved to talk when Bai Lin was talking to others, and Bai Lin naturally didn't have the time to get angry with the broken iron rod. He rolled his eyes at the other party and ignored it. But the poet made a bigger move. He raised the blade in his hand high and said,

"Perhaps, the subsequent things are not as difficult as imagined."

She swung the sword cleanly and decisively. The moment the sword was swung, her movements seemed to be frozen in mid-air for a moment. Furthermore, the bustling world itself came to a complete standstill.

It was not peace and tranquility, but more like a computer crash, stuck in a certain interface.

Chapter 772 The King of Fairies

And when that moment passed, the entire world seemed like a misprint. It was a complete world, yet it was split by an abrupt line. Everything was cut off, and the world instantly vanished. Under their feet, the scene was completely transformed.

Flowers, vines, and bushes—a beautiful, natural scene—melted into the mirror-like surface of the ground, soaked in the soft sunlight. They swayed gracefully, like a world in the distance that seemed indistinguishable from the ground.

The entire space was filled with a peaceful yet vibrant atmosphere. Despite this scene, there was no sense of dizziness, no glare from the sun, only comfort and vitality. This place felt like a completely different world from before, like "coming from hell and into heaven."

In an instant, Bai Lin felt all the unpleasantness she felt completely dissipate. She was even surprised to discover that every trace of herself and the poet had vanished. Everything vanished like a dream, leaving only the school uniforms as a reminder that they were still in the "mirror."

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Bai Lin had never felt that being alive was so wonderful. He could hear Miyu inside him taking a deep breath, as if enjoying the atmosphere. Even Kronos couldn't help but sigh,

"Starting from darkness is much better than starting from light."

"What are you talking about, Dragon Clan bullshit? Can't you speak plainly? Just say fuck you, 'This little G8, the weather is so nice!' and that's it. We're all enjoying the weather, can't you be frank?"

When you have enough food and clothing, you will think about lust. Expressing your emotions happily is naturally included in the word "lust". Now Bai Lin is in the mood to poke this evil dragon a little. She smiled and looked at the sky, but suddenly she seemed to remember something and scratched her head.

"Hey, that's weird. Why is something missing? Why didn't that magic wand show up to cheer me up? Something's wrong."

She looked around but couldn't find the iron rod. But the familiar voice came from the air not far away and reached Bai Lin's ears.

"Hey, we haven't seen each other for a long time, do you miss me so much?"

Cute, lively, and bubbly, but her words always suffused her with a certain sleazy air, at least to Bai Lin's ears. Although there were some subtle changes due to the voice not being transmitted in her head, Bai Lin immediately recognized the owner of the voice. She looked in that direction and saw a figure slowly descending from the sky, a sight that rivaled anything else in the world, awe-inspiring enough to be truly breathtaking.

The light of dawn smeared upon the dark clouds, outlining the gray haze with a beautiful and romantic beauty. It was like stirring a pinch of fresh lemon acid into milk tea. Such words perfectly described the emanations that danced freely in the air. Most of them reached the figure's heels, becoming her back, yet they remained tightly connected to the world, without the slightest dissonance.

The morning dew dripped down behind her, forming four pairs of beautiful butterfly-like wings of varying sizes. Their hues, from blue to dark, were filled with a vibrant glow, their slight trembling revealing the energy of life.

Black hair and wings imbued the figure with the ethereal quality of a dream. The figure itself, however, was short and delicate. From her appearance alone, she appeared incredibly young, as if she were a child, transitioning into a young woman. Her features displayed the innocent, romantic, and quirky expression of a young girl, while a pair of playful, pointed ears accentuated her overall air of vivacity. Such a figure seamlessly blended with the dreamlike backboard.

It's just like a "fairy".

Bai Lin was stunned for a few seconds, then met the green eyes. She seemed to want to say something, but for a moment she didn't know where to start. When faced with a stunning view, ordinary people always find it difficult to organize their thoughts in words. So before Bai Lin could speak, the fairy-like girl chuckled twice and said,

"No matter how good-looking I am, I wouldn't be like this, right? Bringing a girl here and staring at another woman in a trance really does sound like an old friend of mine... Generally speaking, if you're going to be unfaithful, just be unfaithful to the end. How about giving it a try?"

A sentence with a hint of sarcasm and teasing floated into Bai Lin's ears. Faced with such words, no matter how good-looking the other person was or how many ideas she had, Bai Lin's thoughts were very clear. Of course, she didn't give him a good look. With a frown on her face, she said,

"You seem to take yourself too seriously, even trying to guess what other people are thinking. You do have an okay face, but it's a pity you had such a mouth."

After hearing Bai Lin's words that seemed to be evaluating her, the fairy girl pretended to be dismayed. She sighed with a slightly sad tone,

"Oh, I'm so sad to be told that by the girl I like. But you praised my pretty face, which means you care about me. I'm very happy about that."

"Ugh, if your words had even a shred of sincerity, I would feel guilty. But unfortunately, I feel like anyone can see that you're being naughty."

Bai Lin retorted bluntly, clearly not wanting to be offended by such talk. However, this time, the poet stood up and looked at Bai Lin and replied,

"Most people really can't tell the difference, it's just easier for you. And she's not trying too hard to hide it, so don't underestimate her."

Bai Lin was a little surprised by these words, and she quickly replied,

"Boss, why are you speaking up for others...?"

After Bai Lin asked this question, the poet took a step forward, and gracefully stretched out half of his body to block Bai Lin, and then said in a slightly sharp tone,

"I'm worried you'll be deceived by someone else's sweet talk because of your carelessness, that's all. Of course, I believe you wouldn't do that, but I'll still try to share some of your difficulties."

The poet's stature was obviously shorter than Bai Lin's, so it made sense for him to stand in front of Bai Lin. Everything the poet said and did was very boyfriend-like, making people feel very reliable.

Chapter 773 Let’s not talk about this

But because this back and forth sounded quite strange, Bai Lin always felt that she was being too serious about something that was not serious at all, so her mood was very complicated and she didn't know what to say for a while. The fairy girl also let out a string of silver bell-like laughter and replied,

"What an admirable friendship! Okay, I won't make fun of this anymore. I'm not such a humorless person."

"That's good. Now, let's get down to business."

The poet answered neatly, then stood calmly. She adjusted her expression to her normal state, obviously entering the state, although it looked not much different from before... Meanwhile, the fairy girl spoke,

"Then let me briefly introduce myself. My name is Kiana, but my real name is not pronounceable in the language of your world. You can call me by this name, or by a nickname I can understand."

"Also, my identity is the Fairy Queen. Although what remains before you now is actually just a fragment of consciousness, if you want to call me Her Majesty, I naturally don't mind."

These two simple sentences actually contained much more information than it seemed. However, the points Bai Lin cared about were always very simple. She replied directly,

"Isn't it one of those fragments that are left behind and can only be resolved by the right person? It doesn't have to be so cliché. Where did the original body go?"

Bai Lin was naturally smart. She knew that the fairy in front of her was equivalent to the broken iron rod, and she also knew that the chaotic world definitely did not belong to the scope of the "Mirror" trial, so she quickly came up with a very reasonable guess. Kiana chuckled and replied lightly,

"As for my true self, I'm actually not sure. If nothing unexpected happens, I'm dead. Not even a trace of me remains in this world. I've completely vanished. And after chatting with you guys for a while longer, I'll probably dissipate too. So, you can curse me all you want. I'm dying soon anyway, so I don't care."

"Uh……"

Even hearing such a thing from such a person, in such a tone, suddenly made Bai Lin feel unusually heavy. She was somehow certain that the other person wasn't teasing her or showing off, but simply stating a fact in her own casual way. Still, such a thing had a profound impact on Bai Lin. Even if she didn't have much affection for the other person, she couldn't just put on an "OK, pop the champagne!" attitude. There was an indescribable, subtle feeling.

But generally speaking, her impulsive emotions were quickly suppressed. Perhaps, it was just a fear of death.

Of course, Kiana herself said this not to see Bai Lin's serious expression, she just smiled and continued,

"Why are you putting on such a face? Someone who doesn't know you would think you love me so much. Let's not talk about that. Let's just talk about the relationship between me and Twilight Township."

So, the Fairy King Kiana began to explain to the two of them.

She, too, came from another world, but not the same one as the little spiders in Twilight Township. Kiana's memories of her past had gradually faded, and all she could remember was her identity and why she had come here.

The reason was simple: the original world had vanished. It could be said that it had been annihilated, dissipating without a trace.

"Annihilated? How did that happen? Why?"

Bai Lin was a little confused. Seeing the other party's attitude, she stopped being sad and returned to her normal state, casting aside her doubts. Kiana stared at Bai Lin, thinking meaningfully for a while, and then replied,

"Hmm... According to the customs of my original world, I should play a game with humans like you. If you win, I'll tell you. However, I don't have the energy for that right now, but I can't tell you for nothing either - so, since you just performed so well, I'll tell you a little bit."

As she spoke, Kiana stretched out her two hands and spread them flat in front of her.