Shrouded in darkness, in the deep and void space, several figures looked at each other.
After a period of silence, someone reached out and scratched his cheek and asked, "What should we do now?"
"I don't know, Sister Alice..." Medien shook her head blankly. In fact, she still didn't understand what was going on. She saw the girl with long black hair turn her palm over and her whole body
The world changed. The previously defeated enemies reappeared in front of us, the corridors that had been lit before were once again plunged into darkness, and the previously victorious battles started again, and this time... it led to a different ending.
I only had time to say those words to Sister Olvera, and when I came back to my senses, I already appeared in this dark and silent space.
"Is that the true strength of the final boss? It can actually rewind the game. How can there be such a perverted skill in the world?" Alice was worried, seeing that everyone else looked confused and confused, as if asking "What is rewinding?"
"What?" and explained: "You can understand that...she went against the flow of time."
Although it is not completely accurate, this explanation is the most convenient to understand at the moment.
"Countercurrent time?" The little goblin Xemi, who was squatting on Meridian's head and holding his chin with his hands, was speechless when he heard this: "Then she is not a god? No, among the gods I know, no one seems to control the reverse current.
With the power of time, it’s better to say is this kind of thing really possible!?”
"What!"
"I don't know." Alice spread her hands: "She did it anyway, didn't you all see it with your own eyes? Besides, this is a game, not reality."
Xie Mi choked at this sentence and was immediately speechless.
She has personally experienced the magic of the so-called "game magic" and naturally understands it deeply. The guardians of the first four corridors are clearly just phantoms born from memory, but judging from their expressive power, if placed in the outside world,
It is estimated that he will also be a demigod of Sequence 4 or above. In this case, it doesn’t seem that hard to accept that there is one more true god who can turn back time... right?
"It's still hard to accept!" She hugged her little head and groaned: "With this kind of power, how can we possibly defeat her? No matter how many times we win, as long as she goes against the flow of time, won't we still lose?"
"You are wrong." Lin Ge suddenly said, with a calm tone: "It's not that we have to defeat her, but Oveira must defeat her."
Alice was quite unhappy when she heard this: "You mean this battle has nothing to do with us? Don't forget that we are her weapons now. How can we fight the boss without weapons?"
Lin Ge glanced at her: "I mean, we can't do anything now except believe her."
Alice lost her voice for a moment, because Ringer's words really hit the key point. No matter how anxious and eager they are, the only thing they can do now is to believe in Olvera.
The entire void space became quiet, and everyone focused their attention on the picture at the front, which depicted a dim room with the light of candles burning. The girl knelt weakly by the bed, lowered her head, and let the white gold
The strands of hair are scattered and dry intermittently like a waterfall.
After a while, a deliberately lowered murmur came: "Hold on, Olvera...the game is not over yet..."
Lin Ge withdrew his gaze, looked at Saint Xalia who remained silent beside him, and asked in a voice that only he and she could hear: "What are you thinking about?"
The shepherd girl, whose eyes were blank and seemed to be thinking about something, came back to her senses and slowly shook her head: "Nothing."
I just feel that the power used by the boss to rewind the game is very familiar.
But it’s also very strange.
……
She was alone in the room.
Fate played a huge joke on Ovela, granting her hope and then ruthlessly withdrawing it, as if to illustrate that everything in the world has a price, and those things you get easily will eventually be easily lost.
On the left hand side is the black lantern, which is still conveying some trivial murmurs. When the ring finger is bent, it will touch its cold shell, and thus realize that one has always lived in a world created by humans; the right hand
Next to it is one of the princess's most beloved books. Her palms are gently rubbing the warm pictures on the cover. The sky, ocean, big trees, flowers and sun are so beautiful that it is unimaginable.
Time seems to have passed for a long time, but that magnificent adventure is still echoing with ups and downs, as if the sea of memory set off this tide specially for it, making the princess who has been trapped in the cage for a long time recall many beautiful memories. She still remembers herself
Waving the holy sword under the twelve magnificent stone pillars, using the cold and bright sword edge to discuss the definition of courage with the claws of the wolf; I also remember that when the stars in the sky fell, the surging wind blew through the fabric of my robe.
The white feathers sewn into the top of the hood are fluttering slightly, as if they are about to fly; I remember that there are ancient dead trees standing majestically in the gray and dead black ocean. People look up at the majestic mountains under the trees, but they are actually looking up at their own insignificance.
; Still remembering the flames burning and rising into the sky in the arena, his martial arts confrontation with the heroic overlord, and finally he asked himself in a serious tone what his belief in fighting was...
In those battles that confirmed her beliefs and recalled past memories, it seemed that there was always someone by the princess's side at every moment, fighting alongside her, and giving her comfort and care. It was unforgettable. She still remembered what she had seen.
She has used many magical and incredible props, learned many fighting skills that cannot be considered by common sense, lit a flame in the vast darkness, and saw a vast ocean coming into her eyes... But when she came back to her senses, she found that there was no one around her.
, those joys and sorrows seemed to come from fantasy. She had nothing but a lantern, books, countless candles and a bed.
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Time goes round and round, bringing everything back to its original point. During this long journey, she gained nothing except memories, and lost nothing except freedom. She still lived the same life as before, but often recalled the stories of the past. p>
Covered with curtains, under the gorgeous and classical palace four-poster bed, the way the candles burn is surprisingly consistent with the way they have burned for thousands of years. It is so monotonous that it is a bit boring. In the stagnant years, only they remain unchanged, even the temperature when they are lit.
, the light when it shines and even the tears when it falls are exactly the same as when they first entered this castle. Time is tempered in the silent and boring flames, and those scattered sparks still have warmth when they fall to the ground, blending into the eyes of the princess, but
Colder than the first snowflake in winter, little by little, it formed the shadows under her eyes.
At a certain moment, someone's call brought the princess a message from afar. She raised her head blankly and saw the closed and locked door. It was as solid and hard as it had been for hundreds of thousands of years and could not be broken. The tide of memory surged sadly, and many
Faces that were once vivid emerged from the sea, looking at the last thoughts they left in the world with different eyes. Father's, mother's, teacher...the faces that were equivalent to life changed one after another, and at the same time
The same smile has a different meaning at this time.
Earth and rocks surged up to build a fence, flames burned and turned into petals. The four-poster bed behind him stood tall and straight like an ancient tree. In the prosperous violet garden, the sweet and deadly fragrance flowed thickly, echoing whose past life and present life. That person
Stepping on the drunken grasshoppers and ants on the ground, they appeared in front of the princess, with the exact same face in their memory. When they looked at each other, they both reflected the same face.
She saw the lonely little girl huddled in the corner of the cold and empty room, wandering in the corner of the courtyard that no one cared about, lost in the lonely and cold depths of the sea of flowers... she looked at everything she saw with fear and avoidance.
, as if isolated from another world, far away from the violence or weakness of the world.
She suddenly felt familiar when looking at this little girl, and saw her past appearance in her. Maybe it was a very distant time, maybe it was not that far away. At that time, she was still the princess of Beimang, still young, but already
Understand that the miracles people long for do exist, but sometimes they come too early, and sometimes they come too late. Because differences must be reflected, emotions are meaningful. Without differences, joy and sadness cannot coexist at the same time, and courage and cowardice cannot compete with each other.
, life and death cannot be isolated from each other... Miracles that are too timely are cheap and not needed by anyone.
Ah, everything in this world is lonely and sad.
"The same goes for you." She said sadly to the little girl with her own face, to the princess who was not trapped in this castle at that time, and to the curse that she couldn't get rid of and couldn't fight against: "You
It’s also lonely, so it’s very sad.”
"No." The little girl looked up at her, shook her head, and said in a very firm, serious and solemn tone: "It's because you want to give up, so it's very sad."
"But I didn't."
"I will catch up and surpass it."
If fate, time and memory insist on abandoning her, then she will catch up and surpass them all, proving that there is no eternal loneliness in the world, but you have never thought of persisting. It is wrong to be afraid of curses,
There is no need to long for miracles, just chasing after them is enough.
……
"Catch up, Olvera." A voice from the dark place said: "The game is not over yet."
At the same moment, there were more voices.
"Don't give up, Sister Ovela." With a clear and simple voice, she once told you that there is no eternal strength or weakness in the world.
"You are destined, so you need to pay attention." With a gentle voice, she once told you that fate will only guide you, never force you.
"I just feel the same." With a calm voice, he once told you that learning to smile can heal the aching scars in your heart.
"It's not time to admit defeat yet, Olvera!" A passionate and encouraging voice, she once said that she would take you out of this castle and gain freedom.
Do you still believe in her promise? Do you still believe in the power of your companions? Do you still believe in... yourself?
Time seemed to stop flowing at this moment and was frozen at this moment forever. It is meaningless to discuss the passage of a second or the change of an era, because only when the princess gives an answer, time will regain its meaning and matter.
Only then can we regain our existence. The world exists relatively and is nothing more than this.
After countless silent and dry thoughts flickered, the girl who had been kneeling helplessly in front of the bed finally made a move.
She slowly stretched out her hand, smoothed the long platinum hair that was casually scattered and covered her face back to the back of her head, neatly gathered it together, then pulled the strips of cloth from the hanging curtains, and tied them into a refreshing and neat ponytail.
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Picking up the lantern in his left hand and the book in his right hand, he climbed up from the cold stone floor. When he raised his head, his eyes were clear and bright, filled with brilliant starlight: