Chapter 429: Shining City (Part 3)

A magnificent giant stood tall between heaven and earth. Its body was like mountains that reached up into the sky. When it walked, it stirred storms across the world, and with just one step, it crossed the distance between continents.

This was an unbelievable sight, the human-made Mech-God from Tempering of the Heart, still shining brightly, with feet armor that weighed trillions of tons. It moved like a gentle breeze, sweeping through cities and fields.

The energy that could crush the earth and tear apart planets did not stir the ground at all. It resembled a dreamy mirage, as the thrusters burned with dazzling flames, moving gracefully but heavily, bringing the sword’s edge to the first twelve Calamity Gods to reach the battlefield.

The light sword made by humanity shone like a torch, wrapping the planet in a veil. With mixed magic energy particles and a roaring flow of spiritual fire, brilliant colors like the aurora reflected in the eyes of millions. With a mighty force, it tore apart the gathering Disaster Wave, breaking through the powerful blasts and shredding the holy robes of the King of Salt, slicing through the World Tree illusion just formed by Youmir, and drowning the sacred song of the Old Testament that washed over the planet.

Lastly, it stopped at the high heavens built by eight million gods, where disaster aura, rules, and powers mixed, creating a sound of sparks flying. In the standoff, much dirty “divine blood” and debris fell, causing wild tremors in space and the sky and earth cried in terror.

Inside the cockpit, the roar of wind and melody echoed in the ears.

Deep in the soul, a lush green Scottish rose swayed and was about to fall.

Tang Liuli held a microphone. She listened to the broken sounds in the soft melody, as if she had returned to her joyful childhood days of acting, her adorable face full of sincere and sunny smiles, showing no trace of the pain from overusing Divine Control and the Mask.

Xie Qingxuan played the drums with smooth and simple movements, the crossing drumsticks seemed to cut through the knots of fate, with the heroic spirit of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven tearing apart the book of life and death. Her pitch-black eyes were filled with passion, as golden tulips danced within.

At that moment, the book she held, The Power of the Titan, along with the Demon King’s fierce battle spirit, merged almost completely with the giant, which was even bigger than the mythical Titan. Together with the AI center of the Celestial Instrument, they determined every detail of this life-or-death battle.

Kirimi Miyuki played the old guitar, and her smile, grace, the emotions shining in her pink eyes, and the sway of her hair were all perfect.

On today’s stage, this leader had become a crucial point.

The girl’s fiery soul burst forth with the miracle of a magical girl. She bravely and confidently carried the strength passed to her by her teammates, facing countless spectators, determined to bring happiness to everyone at the last moment. She pushed the Tempering of the Heart to its limits, limits that had never been shown in the first playthrough, supporting the shining giant to continue evolving.

Charlotte stood in the center, at the keyboard, taking over Liuli’s previous work. Her fairy-like face was full of smiles, and her frosty blue eyes shimmered with rainbow lights. With her delicate white fingers, she improvised the melody that matched Raspberry in Late Winter, singing softly in German to harmonize.

Before her, surrounded by crystal flowers, a magic wand made of azure branches glimmered softly. The intertwined circles at the top amplified the gentle song, turning the ethereal and enchanting voice into the background music, adding depth and flavor. The forget-me-not flowers inside the circles swayed gently, like a dynamic decoration, lively and vibrant.

Even though she wasn’t on her home stage or singing her own song, this individual still shone brightly, like a sapphire that forever shines in the sky, gathering the most beautiful light of humanity. She blended perfectly with the four idols on stage and, along with the Celestial Instrument, which was forged by the stars, stored and transformed all of humanity’s radiant energy.

This was also one of the reasons why this shining creation could successfully expand in 13 seconds to stand on the planet, resembling an epic giant.

Chu Wang Shu’s expression was serious. In her eyes sparkled symbols like the scales, lotus flowers, and crosses, as well as a series of images about the Calamity God. After absorbing a huge amount of the Disaster Wave, she restored most of the powers of the Son of Mankind, continuously enhancing this giant without daring to slack off.

The so-called “Calamity Gods” are terrifying beings that have evolved beyond the boundaries of the normal world and hold a place in the Mother Ocean. They wield power over rules and concepts, and each one has the strength to tear apart a “bubble,” which is a world.

Even if the stars align, the seemingly endless universe can be destroyed to the point of chaos, fragile like an ink painting that has fallen into water. Trying to fight against dozens of such beings with their civilization’s extraordinary level is simply impossible.

Perhaps…

Only when at their peak, led by a Divine Emperor, with a foundation built over a thousand years and the defense of the “Eternal Eden,” would there be a chance to gain a slim victory in such a war using the strength of civilization.

Chu Wang Shu understood the situation well. As the Son of Mankind and the strongest among the thirteen Calamity Gods, she realized that with her current strength, she could not win against such powerful foes.

Even the extremely powerful sword strike she just unleashed was based on the support of the Son of Mankind and the weakness of the twelve Calamity Gods. Continuing to hold on would only strain her side.

Moreover, for them, the condition for victory in this battle was not just to defeat the Disaster group, but to crush, drive away, and slay all the Disaster group before the planet beneath them could no longer withstand the aftermath of the battle!

Otherwise, winning would only leave behind a broken planet full of desolation and corpses, which would be meaningless.

In the cockpit, integrated into the core of the “Astrolabe,” the voice of “Esther” flowed into everyone’s ears:

“According to the calculations, the protection of the Intracastral Sea can resist battles of similar intensity for 39 seconds. It is recommended to activate the Star Index before large-scale casualties occur, allowing humanity’s [Lighthouse] to play the final piece of [Dazzling Stage], integrating the complete concept of humanity, entering a state of ultimate elevation, and gaining immunity from the powers of the [Calamity God] in the following battles, to secure a future for civilization.”

The words fell silent.

Kirimi Miyuki, Tang Liuli, Xie Qingxuan, and Chu Wang Shu were all taken aback. What surprised them was not the possibility of exempting the powers of the [Calamity God], as this could be guessed from the human sword that could cut through enemy powers, but rather another keyword that mattered.

— [Lighthouse].

This clearly referred not to the four of them, but to Charlotte, known as the Holy Maiden by the Sacred United Country, who joined the Countermeasures Bureau much earlier and was celebrated as The Last Diva.

Chu Wang Shu’s breath caught in her chest, filled with a strange restlessness and unease. She controlled her expression, and her technique on the bass remained steady, but inside her, a whirlwind of emotions surged, gradually awakening the fear that came after a confusing question was answered.

The brilliant accumulation of the world tour, the time bought by many magical girls sacrificing themselves, the close cooperation of the four pure white girls, and the [Astrolabe] ignited by Esther’s soul.

Looking back, without even one of these four elements, it would have been impossible to create the miracle that dispelled the Great Destruction.

But upon deeper reflection, the stars also cannot directly guide the brilliance of all humanity.

The shimmer, a collection of positive feelings, gives birth to a brilliant glow when concentrated to the highest point. This glow is humanity’s most dazzling flame. Is it really enough to fully control this power with millions of prepared Light Stone Pedestals and the matching spell tracks?

Ultimately, the main purpose of these spells is to guide the collected shimmer to two Sky Stages, which then spread out to the world. Whether they have the ability to gather shimmer back is uncertain.

As for the Astrolabe, it is a Divine Artifact that can observe and influence the fate of the world. It can act as the biggest support and lever, but it cannot directly gather the scattered shimmer of all humanity across multiple dimensions and around the world.

Not to mention, the Great Destruction destroyed many anchor points in one go and damaged the guiding paths of spells that span the globe.

So, where did the torrent of shimmer that made the Shining Giant swell come from?

The answer is clear.

Everything comes down to the human “lighthouse” pointed out by the Astrolabe.

That is, her mother—Charlotte.

The strings of the Bass became disordered.

Chu Wang Shu was not a fool; she had already guessed the true meaning of the “lighthouse.”

When the ultimate light gathered, the refined brilliance of humanity would turn into the purest concept. And when this concept continued to rise, it would give birth to a power as dazzling as a perfect being, strong enough to sweep across the universe and suppress the “Calamity God.” That would be an illusion of collective consciousness, the most perfect human concept.

Naturally, it would only be attracted to the most perfect and beautiful existence that aligned with human brilliance.

So, if a person with this potential resonated with the light of heaven and earth, using the “Astrolabe” as a signal and the stage as their transmitter, they could become the lighthouse that gathered all the brilliance.

In fact, it was exactly like that.

The Countermeasures Bureau had searched for over ten years and so far had only discovered that Charlotte had a hundred percent success potential.

This person’s soul was clearer and more dazzling than crystal and as resilient as immortal amber. Her character was pure and kind, with a big heart. She could selflessly and sincerely put her life after humanity and civilization, unafraid of life and death.

In the fate predicted by the “Astrolabe,” she was the only human who could be recognized by the stars, welcomed by the stars, and made joyful by the stars.

It could be said that without Charlotte’s help, even if the “Tempering of the Heart” contained such a vast amount of brilliance, it would not be able to make it obedient enough to be the material for creating giants.

But what was the cost?

Chu Wang Shu’s fingertips trembled; she had tasted the pain of being blessed by brilliant lights and knew how much suffering it brought, and that was only within the limits of the Sky Stage.

The amount of brilliance that Charlotte had collected before made the size of this giant grow by millions of times in one breath.

The malice, filth, and mixed thoughts to endure during this time were like an ocean that neither [Divine Control], [Idol Domain], nor [Lotus Realm] could purify, and the Flower of the Soul could be crushed.

And if she released it again, gathering everything completely…

Chu Wang Shu did not want to think, yet she could not avoid it; her heart was in chaos. She wanted to look back at her mother, who was softly singing and gazing at her back, and even wanted to directly enter the [Lotus Realm], run into Charlotte’s arms, and cry like a child who did not need to think about right or wrong, strongly denying the fate of the other becoming a [Lighthouse].

But in her mind, through the brilliance refracted, she saw countless images of the people’s wishes through the mirror of cause and effect, each appearing like invisible hands grasping at her ankles, wrapping around her legs, waist, and neck, locking her ability to play the bass, covering her mouth and eyes, suppressing her movements.

In an instant, countless thoughts surged; too many unfamiliar voices whispered reality in her ears, slowly dousing the raging and extreme emotions, leaving only a piercing pain in her heart and a loathsome sense of reason.

She knew that humanity had reached its most critical moment; if they did not act, everyone would die.

She also knew that this was the most cost-effective way, and before long, she would follow the same path herself.

She was even more aware that now was not the time to act on feelings; any hesitation, reluctance, or resentment were meaningless things that acted as poison against the best outcome.

But in the end, what stopped Chu Wang Shu from taking action to prevent everything was still that helpless and sorrowful thought rooted deep in her heart.

That was,

No matter what, she couldn’t persuade her mom.

If sacrificing herself could save more people, her mom would do it no matter what.

Even if she pouted, cried, or threw a tantrum, it would only make her mom feel guilty and sad, but it would not change her decision.

This is Charlotte.

This is the “Beacon” acknowledged by humanity and the stars.

So, she could not stop it or prevent it; all she could do was stand in her daughter’s place, feeling proud to have such a mother, and not become a burden to each other.

Time passed in less than a breath as five Calamity Gods from beyond the sky, acting as invaders, silently launched their attack on the Shining Giant.

The power, hard to describe in words, seemed to gnaw into the fabric of time, rooting itself as a virus in the world’s records, tearing apart the protective force of the stars in the blink of an eye, causing the entire planet to tremble as if it were crawling.

Even though the strength of these outsiders was only half of the local Disaster group’s full power, at that moment, they still posed a threat far beyond what anyone could imagine.

One could imagine that if the Disaster group did not have the habit of nurturing and harvesting civilizations, the current Shining Giant would not be able to protect the fragile lives on the planet at all.

And just at the critical moment,

Charlotte smiled and lowered her gaze, looking at her daughter and comrades ahead; her eyes, like opals, sparkled as if through clear, deep water, shimmering in the sunlight, radiating a gentle glow, and she softly whispered:

“I’m sorry, Little Shu; I am not a qualified mother.”

At that moment, the echoes in the realm of the soul had not yet faded, and the layer enveloping the soul, the Decorate Phantasm, slowly faded away, revealing true colors. As the magic disguise peeled away, the Astronomical Device made its final invitation to the stars.

Chu Wang Shu did not have time to respond, and neither did Tang Liuli, Kirimi Miyuki, and Xie Qingxuan beside her.

No one could describe the true colors of Charlotte’s soul.

It was the aurora, the rainbow, the crystal, the gem, the sea of flowers, the kaleidoscope, the indescribable universe, as if it were the final destination of all that is beautiful.

In a daze, the warm morning sun broke through the connection of souls, illuminating the endless dimensions within the “bubble,” instantly filling the whole world. Many wonders flooded across the universe, like the notes of a tide flowing and burning, as if a great star, stripped of desolation and filled with prosperity, was falling.

In that moment, Charlotte transformed into the beautiful origin of humanity. She was like a black hole devouring the world, drawing all the lost stars back, making them sway, and time stood still.

The aurora, stretched across the sky, had just been ravaged and torn apart by the Calamity God. The world’s gravity had not yet become unbalanced, and the immense human brilliance that covered the Milky Way rushed in from even farther realms like a last desperate engine, sealing all movement with the wild beating of the giant’s heart, about to swallow the entire planet.

It was a coronation for the stars, the world, and all of humanity for the Lighthouse.

By accepting this gathering of 17 years of civilization’s essence, she would momentarily rise to become the mighty deity representing humanity’s concept, and, before her soul crumbled and shattered, entrust everything to the Shining Giant built by her comrades and daughter, creating the ultimate weapon that could truly protect the world and defeat the Disaster group.

At the same time,

In the empty Supreme Council, a super AI named Dream Weaver announced the final battle report:

“Pure White has completely collapsed, with the space curve dropping to 0.001%.”

“This miracle that lasted for 17 years is coming to an end.”

“According to the underlying code, the artificial intelligence – Dream Weaver – only represents the lives that have lived in the sunlight for 17 years, and praises your efforts.”

The illusory tall walls crumbled and faded, turning into floating white feathers, gently falling in corners of the world before being swallowed by the shining sea of the universe.

Strangely, before Dream Weaver could finish the eulogy, these drifting feathers seemed to flow back defiantly, as if there were a hidden will trying to resist fate, refusing to allow the remnants of these high walls to scatter.

So, they gnawed at each other’s remains, reigniting the bright fire of their connection, retrieving the fading glow that once protected all life from the void. Thus, colliding, intertwining, biting, and merging under the watch of all humanity, they reshaped the incomplete remnants of the tall walls.

In the end, countless wall remnants thundered across the sky, falling like countless shooting stars, traveling through time faster than the shining sea beyond the stars, crashing into the Shining Giant, as if sacrificing all their flesh and strength, igniting countless sparks and forging a dull armor filled with the essence of time, marked with wear and scars, still burning with fierce fire.

No one could fully express the countless forms of life at this moment.

This miraculous scene brought tears to many people’s eyes. For those who watched the wall that had protected them for 17 years shatter, the final gift of Pure White was even more shocking, joyful, and sad than the Shining Giant tearing apart fate and using the Star Sword to break the Great Destruction.

Not even death could bring it to an end.

This was the foreshadowing buried for 17 years, shining brightly for many people’s lives. The collapse and “rebirth” of Pure White were like bullets flowing backward through time, piercing many souls amidst the roaring wind, bringing unrepeatable gratitude, emotion, trust, and a brilliance greater than before.

“Ding, ding, ding…”

The sound, like bells ringing, echoed in the soul of The Last Diva.

At this moment, in the depths of the sea of divine sense that froze time, a silver chain linked with blooming flowers swayed and rang, spreading the fragrance of flowers.

Charlotte’s expression was stiff; her thick eyelashes trembled, and suddenly she cried. As the blessings of the forget-me-nots faded away, memories of her lover, everything about Chu Yuanqing, and all that was related to that person felt like torn flesh returning to her body, stirring a turbulent wave in her heart.

“Little Qing…”

The girl found it hard to express the feelings surging in her chest. She took deep breaths, trying to force out a lovely smile like before to face her lover, but the tears still fell uncontrollably.

Chu Yuanqing stood still in this sea of divine sense. Her delicate face was full of cracks, and her broken left eye was replaced with true silver. The deep gray dress swayed silently, its hem scorched by fierce flames, swirling like black ash from crow feathers, wrapping around her like a song of mercury, surrounding her with musical notes and hiding her disguised limbs.

The girl raised the corners of her lips, her eyes curving like crescent moons, showing a joyful smile at this meeting. Even though the atmosphere around her was so bleak, like moonlight crushed by waves in the tides, the moment her smile appeared brought warmth and comfort.

“I am here.”

The Pure White Witch softly replied, trying to cup Charlotte’s tears in her palm, but her skin couldn’t touch the hot crystal droplets, which pierced through her hand. Her expression froze for a moment, then she continued to smile, looking at Charlotte with her golden eyes, seriously rebutting what Charlotte had said to her daughter earlier:

“Charlotte is not unworthy; to Little Shu, you are the best mom.”

“The unworthy one is me.”

Charlotte’s icy blue eyes were filled with tears, and she tried hard not to cry too badly. She wanted to smile and reached out to embrace the other person in response, but her arms passed through empty air. Only when her fingertips slipped in confusion did she touch the Chain of Contracts on that fair wrist, a chain… woven with forget-me-nots.

In an instant, it sparkled together with the bracelet in a style of thorn vine on Charlotte’s wrist, suddenly separating and transforming into the shadows of the thorn vine and forget-me-nots. The two merged as one, becoming a piece of paper inscribed with a contract.

The girl’s expression was stunned, and the emotions she tried hard to hold back finally broke down, drowning the words she wanted to say in tears.

The promise made on that day is still vivid in my mind, like a sharp blade piercing my heart.

“So, we will decide the outcome on stage. If by that time you believe in your heart that I alone, as the ‘Lighthouse’, can activate Shining Magic, you must unconditionally share all the shining power with me.”

“I agree.”

And now, it was time to fulfill the promise.

Charlotte lost.

Finally, she appeared before the world as the Miracle Wall, pushing the shining peak to the highest level of the Pure White Witch with 17 years of accumulated faith and gratitude, undoubtedly securing victory.

“Little Qing, you are too clever; making a contract this way is just cheating.”

Charlotte wanted to break the contract, just like Chu Wang Shu, who, even knowing what was right, would not let her mother go to her death. Even though she understood that Chu Yuanqing would eventually die and might be completely forgotten by the world, she did not want to let her go to her death.

But the constraints of the contract came as promised. She looked at the binding contract spell wrapping around her and was momentarily speechless.

Chu Yuanqing played a word game. The contract between the two did not clearly define the meaning of “stage.” The true key to winning depended only on the shining peaks both gathered.

So, even if she refused, the contract would bind her to transfer all the shining to the other person.

“Um, I cheated.”

Chu Yuanqing leaned closer, her nostrils flaring as she smelled the scent of forget-me-nots. Her delicate pink lips kissed the other’s lips through the void, leaving a softness that could not be felt. She said calmly,

“In my heart, Charlotte is the best idol. If we faced each other directly, I could never win against you. So from the very beginning, I never intended to beat you on a real stage.”

The Pure White Witch showed a guilty smile and whispered,

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Can you forgive me?”

The Last Diva looked at Chu Yuanqing’s face so close, her thoughts like a frozen hurricane, causing scattered memories to rise in a tide in the sea of divine sense, turning into a kaleidoscope surrounding them. She opened her arms, embracing the non-existent illusion while swallowing all the bitterness, reluctance, and sadness, smiling through her tears, she softly said,

“This is the first time Little Qing played a ‘trick’ on me. No matter how much it hurts, I have to accept it graciously.”

“So, Little Qing, go do what you want to do.”

Charlotte’s smile was soft and lovely, just like it used to be, with an incredible charm. Her frost-blue eyelashes dropped tears, and her beautiful eyes were still filled with mist, but she kept smiling, as if she knew what Chu Yuanqing wanted to see. She took a deep breath and continued,

“I will take good care of Little Shu. I will… I will be the best mom, and then wait for you to come back.”

Chu Yuanqing smiled warmly and spoke a gentle lie.

“Yes, wait for me to come back.”

Once the words were spoken, the magical contract binding the two of them began to move again, like intertwining beams of light wrapping around The Last Diva, merging with her soul to fulfill the promise made that day.

Then, the magic of [Decorate Phantasm] reignited, covering up the original colors of her soul, causing the [Lighthouse] that shines upon the world to suddenly dim, welcoming its extinguishment.

At the same time, the pure white afterglow took Charlotte’s place as a new anchor point, continuing to absorb the shining light of countless stars, the world, and the universe, becoming even more splendid.

Chu Yuanqing walked into the cockpit deep within the solar furnace, step by step onto the stage. She seemed like a ghost who did not exist, unseen by anyone, with her golden right eye reflecting Liuli, Miyuki, Little Xuan, Charlotte, and her daughter, as if cherishing the most precious feelings.

Time was running out.

Charlotte, with her blessings and magic in the language of flowers, forcefully broke free from the gnawing of the Void, catching the attention of this Supreme Power. This made its gaze even more intense, reflecting a dimension of emptiness that crazily expanded, further devouring everything around it.

Even in the endless stillness of time in the world of thought, the erosion of the Void did not slow down at all. She had no chance to say goodbye to the girls she liked and who liked her, nor could she say a final word to Little Shu as a mother.

She also had no time to properly say goodbye to those fans who had once liked her and supported her. Looking back at her idol career over the past half year, it was undoubtedly a regret.

The Pure White Witch gazed at the still vibrant young idols, raising the corners of her mouth into a satisfied and happy smile.

“Seventeen years is a long time. Being in the era everyone dreams of and experiencing so much happiness for so long is already enough.”

Chu Yuanqing counted the broken memories she could still gather. She couldn’t say much; many of the beautiful things she cherished had been taken away by the Void. Yet, a certain indescribable feeling remained, like accumulated dust, swirling in the wind of longing, sending warmth to her heart.

“It’s so nice.” She took a gentle breath, closed her eyes, and stopped looking. Her sight returned to the sea of divine sense, perceiving the brokenness filled with blankness and the soul mostly captured by the Void. She quietly thanked the passing time.

And as her words fell, the obsession of 17 years was finally fully released at that moment, like a wild dragon breaking free, making her calm acceptance of death, murderous intent, and strong desire bloom again from her weak and shattered soul, rumbling back to life, rising, and charging toward the highest brilliance.

At this moment, on the eve of reaching the shining planet, the scorching flames burned the soul. The Martial God realm, which had brought her across countless life-and-death trials, was using the purest essence of the soul as fuel to create a crimson light that tore apart the void, ravaged curses, and shattered destiny.

In her breath, this former savior, past Martial God, and magic girl forgotten by the world after protecting it for 17 years, burned everything without reservation. With a flame of spirit that surpassed any battle limit of the past, she crossed the abstract concept of time, pierced through the world, and illuminated the Sea of Truth.

Only the Disaster Group Consciousness could break free from the limits of time and space, catching glimpses of exaggerated images, like the gorgeous clouds at sunset spreading through the universe. It crossed billions of light years, permeating the entire “bubble,” creating ripples in the Mother Ocean, burning with a terrifying crimson like the stacked storms of the universe and countless galactic explosions.

Chu Yuanqing did not make a move against the Disaster Group.

Or perhaps, the formidable enemy she had to face was only the instinctive mechanisms of the Mother Ocean and the summoned will of the void.

At that moment, with powers of authority, magic, and blessings stripped away, the great force that only wavered the world through will finally allowed her to momentarily escape the bindings of the void. She could sit on an equal throne, breathing free air, wielding the remaining power to govern all things.

In an instant, the firelight refracted in thousands of dimensions, filling the entire “bubble,” taking on a form greater than the brilliant sun, sketching out a giant sword shape that fell into the four corners of the world, tearing apart the power threads of over a dozen Calamity Gods.

Ultimately, this illusionary sword shadow, which gradually collapsed to the size of just the Earth-Moon system, successfully swallowed the gathered shining nebula and fell with it, merging into the Shining Giant. The power belonging to the savior transformed into an old, broken sword, full of scars and looking like scrap metal, yet burning with infinite heat in the crimson flames.

—Levatin!

The beings on the planet gazed in shock at this scene. As the chains of [Nothingness] were forcefully broken, the stars filled with joy, like children finding the sky again. Countless beams of light leapt, danced, and descended from different dimensions, surrounding the Shining Giant, passing through the thick ether and Soul Steel, wanting to reach the person standing on the stage.

Joy, attachment, happiness, care, worry…

Countless pure emotions, like children, flowed from the stars after being freed from the veil of [Nothingness]. These emotions transformed into brilliant starlight, weaving through the body. The connection that had been forcibly severed from the extraordinary source was restarted at any cost.

At this moment, vast amounts of Etheric Substance were poured into the stars, like a warm spring flowing through the soul and body, as if an emperor was ascending the throne in the earthly realm, declaring the coronation of the Pure White Witch with great power and authority.

Nevertheless.

The thoughts, emotions, and ideas of all humanity, shining even as they became a concept of the race, were simultaneously crazily evolving the Etheric Substance, body, soul, and rank, while also violently destroying everything, bringing uncontrollable destruction.

If in a prosperous time, as the savior who once carried the blessings of all humanity, one could naturally bear and fully control this human concept, incorporating it into one’s own ambition and will, unifying it into the Martial God system, transformed into a more intense Light of the Soul.

But at this moment, cursed by Mother Ocean, eroded by [Nothingness], with the blessings gone and the soul shattered, this mysterious power, which seemed as sweet as a spring drawn from the essence of all humanity, was no different from poison, hastening the arrival of death.

Chu Yuanqing felt calm. Her shattered left eye and body were being replaced by the continuously uplifting ether at the moment of her coronation, restoring her true bones and flesh. The deep gray Magic Armor began to be restructured, transforming into a white tone woven from pearls and snowflakes.

At the same time, that moment frozen at the tender age of 17, while completing the Pure White Authority, began to grow into a more mature, beautiful, and enchanting form.

The girl, with her short hair like snow in the sky shimmering with light, grew to her ankles as she swayed softly, supported by the gentle wind. She held a brilliant halo created by the gathering stars, covering her fuller chest curve. Her eyes, gazing downward, were incredibly pure, nurturing a motherly warmth that embraced all of humanity. The delicate white skirt she wore swayed gently, weaving harmonies that sang the songs of the stars.

Even though time was incredibly brief, one could faintly see the people on stage in the mirage, still shocked and lost from this sudden change. Humanity’s thoughts, like branches forming the Holy Sophon, resonated loudly as they connected to the central system of the Shining Giant, anchored by the Pure White Witch.

In this moment, boundless ether particles split the nebula, rushing in to embrace the whole world and engulf all the Disaster Waves created by the Calamity God. Amidst this chaos, humanity successfully connected with the Shining Titan, controlled by the goddess of reason and the Pure White Witch, creating a harmonious resonance.

At the same time, several Slit Worlds that were seized and cut by the Calamity God roared violently, including the Ideal State, which had been visited for 17 years by the magical girls sent by the Countermeasures Bureau, resembling awakened souls collapsing in the trembling of dimensions.

This is a remnant of history, a lingering obsession of civilization, a part of the long-buried past.

But as the shadows of the Void dissipated, and the glow belonging to Chu Yuanqing enveloped the entire world, this Slit World, like an AI infected by a virus, tried to convey emotions that machines could never create, actively choosing to rush toward death.

Unspeakable miracles were born from the echoes of the illusory, the nonexistent, and the responses that should never have been given, as billions of sparks flickered and vanished, like seabirds soaring high, turning into a tumult of beliefs, falling into the Lantern as a manifestation of will.

In a daze, strange yet familiar whispers lingered in the air, expressing their final yearnings:

“Your Majesty.”

“Do you still feel lonely? Will you… come back?”

“The empire is eternal, humanity will live on. I pledge to Holy Sophon to offer everything in this life to the Emperor!”

“The gaze of the Divine Emperor will always watch over Yves Saint Laurent, like an immortal poem.”

“Your Majesty, a thousand years have passed. Do you still feel lonely?”

“The Eden Project was successful, Your Majesty. This prosperous age… just as you wished.”

“I hope that one day in the future, you will no longer carry sorrow and will embrace those you love.”

These thoughts of desire mixed into the shine of all humanity, like a gentle breeze wrapping around, flowing a million times in an instant, then slowly settling in Holy Sophon’s view, revealing the final words:

“Your Majesty, you are not alone.”

“Even just a little, I, the Empire, humanity, and this world all want to repay you.”

Chu Yuanqing’s lashes trembled as she held a feeling that was hard to express. She looked up and gazed at the Intracastral Sea. The Slit World, which represented the Ideal State, had collapsed, but eight shining beams of light, like great stars of alchemical armor, came crashing down.

Memories flowed.

The whispers of Grand Duke Tiffany crossed the boundary between dream and reality, lingering in the moment when the alchemical armor fell apart and merged with a loud sound, echoing through the world:

“Come and see, this is the scale armor created by our thousand years of hard work for the Emperor.”

“Its name is—The One Truth.”

This included Lucy Tiffany, the eighth generation family master, who forged legendary armor with her life’s work, along with the life armor of the previous seven family masters, all shimmering in golden light, revealing the highest truth, encircling the Sparkling Mech-God and forming a complete and majestic golden armor.

Karembu Empire, Adjudicating Authority, Tribunal, Yves Saint Laurent, Tiffany, Ahadfil, Fez, Chalkiness Tower, Black Sun Tower, Forest Moon Tower…

These marks of inheritance, power, and followers of the Emperor transformed into eternal medals, engraved together with the laws of alchemy, like patterns entwined with branches, telling the story of an epic time that never existed yet remains passionately vivid.

How amazing.

Even the stars, even Chu Yuanqing herself, did not foresee this scene.

That was clearly a void, a non-existent history. All the people who believed in the Emperor throughout their lives, at the end of the Ideal State, when all dreams, beauty, and faith were about to turn into bubbles, gathered the faith of the entire world. With the armor forged by the Tiffany family over a thousand years at its core, they burned everything and stepped into the real world, surpassing miracles, truly embracing… the Emperor they believed in.

“Thank you.”

The gaze of the Divine Emperor was stunned. She sensed the powerful waves rushing through the thick walls of the Mech-God, crashing in the center of the sun furnace, surrounded by her warm wishes. Like answering a child’s gift, she reached out to hold it, lowered her gaze, smiled softly, and said:

“Thank you all.”

Even if she forgot that memory.

Even if she never thought of herself as an Emperor.

Even if she never expected any return or gratitude.

But this, from the first playthrough, crossing through cycles and the embrace of illusions, is still a sacred treasure to be cherished.

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

The blessing of “The One Truth” made this Mech-God evolve crazily again, its planet-sized form further swelling, spreading, and changing, like a fissioning sun or an expanding black hole.

The stars began to assist, the thoughts of all humanity, scattered blessings from all over, perfectly integrated into it. As the authority of the “Astral Device” was handed over, the savior’s already broken soul gained all power, replacing the world, the stars, and humanity—holding the sword!

The desire reflected in Chu Yuanqing’s eyes slowly withered. Her gaze shifted as she looked down at the heavy attacks resisted by “The One Truth,” glaring at the seventeen Calamity Gods and the internal Disaster group. She raised her old Levatin, reminiscing about this fullness and strength, and softly said:

“Come fight.”

Physics has vanished.

When the evolved, vast Mech-God awakened, wielding the demon sword in its hands, it felt as if all the light and heat of the universe gathered within. The entire “bubble” suddenly darkened, and the infinite cosmic storm shook every planet in the Earth-Moon system. Even the constellations formed millions of light years away began to tilt, announcing the sound of a decisive battle.

However, Youmir, King of Salt, Helldir, Amahl, Khaos, Solar Calendar, Tenno-Gochu, Nergal, Tiamat, Old Testament, Tathagata, and the Three Pure Ones seemed to recall some extremely terrifying memory. They unexpectedly retreated together, hastily avoiding it.

The flames of Levatin danced as twelve powers wove a network under the unity of Disaster Group Consciousness. They boldly crossed billions of light-years, far from the Intracastral Sea and Boundless Universe, jumping out of the “bubble” and into the Mother Ocean, moving wildly without pause.

The stars remembered Chu Yuanqing.

The Ideal State remembered the Emperor.

As a being above this, the Disaster Group naturally retrieved the memories erased by the Void and recalled this incredibly terrifying savior.

Thus, the powers of Helldir began to combine with the other Calamity Gods to calculate their victory. In a time so brief that humans cannot understand, they locked in the beginning and end of future dreams and guessed the core reason for the Son of Mankind’s inexplicable disappearance, ultimately reaching a conclusion.

—They could not win, they simply could not win.

In the future path simulated by Blood of Sighs, the Disaster Group not only successfully plotted against this savior, taking over her daughter’s body and claiming this vessel with Sovereign Lord potential, but also continuously evolved and surpassed its peak stage, achieving a rank, combat power, and overall strength that placed it first within the Shadow of the Masses.

But what was the result?

This retired savior, whose soul was shattered and no longer at its peak, cursed by the Mother Ocean and eroded by the Void, still, despite many disadvantages, fought back with her last breath, killing them nearly ten million times. In her extreme sublimation, she even came to understand and master the powers of the Void, growing stronger with each battle.

Even if it meant dragging her soul until it completely burned out, the lingering obsession of the opponent caused the stars to resonate together, weaving a solitary figure of salvation filled only with battle intent and killing intent, almost wiping out the health of the Disaster group entirely.

And this was already the limit of this person’s power.

According to the repeated calculations of the Disaster group, even if they stripped away all of humanity’s blessings and designed a way to make the opponent lose her magical girl powers, this savior could still achieve the same feat using the Martial God Technique and create identical miracles.

As for now…

This savior had been blessed by the stars in advance, gaining a world-class shining technique, wrapped in a frightening Mech-God that seemed enormous like a galaxy. Who could imagine her using this to unleash the Martial God Technique? It vastly exceeded anything in that future path!

In contrast, on their side, having lost Chu Wang Shu, their supreme vessel, and stripped of the Calamity God sequence of the Son of Mankind, they had just broken free from their seal and were in an extremely weakened state, far from their prime. Staying here was no different from seeking death.

Thus, the moment they remembered this killing god, the Disaster group had no hesitation in abandoning their teammate and fleeing.

Although the Disaster group could not suppress their instinctive desire for evolution and were very envious of Chu Wang Shu, their plan to cooperate with the sunflower to seize the opponent’s body showed that they understood patience and scheming.

So what if they couldn’t defeat Chu Yuanqing?

No matter how strong the opponent was, the curse of Mother Ocean could not be defied. The Disaster group could leave this world, wait until Chu Yuanqing was gone, and then come back to challenge Chu Wang Shu. Staying and fighting hard went against the desire for evolution.

Unlike the Disaster group, which was beaten by Chu Yuanqing in the first playthrough and New Game Plus, the five incoming Calamity Gods had not yet built a corresponding database. In the past, they easily consumed any civilization and planet, making them seem very brave.

While the local Disaster group fled, they still maintained a powerful attitude of plundering the weak. They all stepped forward together, like five huge black planets falling down, carrying millions of demons, facing Levatin’s sword without fear, wanting to overwhelm others with their might!

In the next moment, on the seemingly broken Mythical Armament, every rusty mark suddenly ignited, turning into deep black points of light, illuminating one galaxy after another, like millions of red giants exploding endlessly. With a simple slash, it broke open the entire “bubble” and erased any traces left by the Disaster group.

Levatin shattered destiny and cause, locking in the escape route and cutting off all hope.

Martial God Technique shattered the vacuum and energy, granting it personal will and cutting away the immortal.

The concept of human reason protected the Intracastral Sea, bringing all powers and strengths gathered for destruction and guiding them to Mother Ocean outside the boundary.

So, with one sword.

Just a simple and unadorned sword strike.

This group of Disasters, which once roamed millions of worlds and absorbed the essence of many civilizations to form five sequences known as the Calamity God, had become a handful of ashes, turned into food for the stars, all within a small “bubble” in the Mother Ocean.

The Disaster group still had one issue they did not fully realize; in that dream of the future, the reason they were killed millions of times without truly dying was not just because of the Corrective Force of the Mother Ocean, but more importantly, this planet and the entire world were very fragile.

So fragile that Chu Yuanqing’s output was always limited to a certain threshold, forcing her to engage only in a war of attrition.

However, right now, the Pure White Authority gifted by the stars, along with the refined concept of humanity, allowed her to give the world a brand new rule, transferring all destructive attacks that could damage the stars and the surface seamlessly outside the boundary.

The result was a complete lifting of her output limitations.

When combined with the shining Light of the Soul from all of humanity, it created such an extraordinary outcome.

“There is no escape.”

Chu Yuanqing looked up, and the enormous Sparkling Mech-God, which made galaxies seem small, gazed back. Its glowing blue compound eyes sparkled with blood red, like a rising sun, and the solar furnace in its chest roared to life, powerful energy turning the Soul Steel red, while its wings spread out like a peacock, the tips echoing a steel-like roar over the Andromeda Galaxy.

In the next breath, Charlotte, Chu Wang Shu, Tang Liuli, Xie Qingxuan, and Kirimi Miyuki within the solar furnace were all transferred back to a Dazzling Stage base on the planet.

The wings of the Mech-God shimmered with vibrant colors, like rainbow flashes of ether particles excitedly dancing. With the driver’s will, it moved forward powerfully, transforming this massive creature into a shooting star. With the whole world’s support, it surpassed the speed of light, boldly crossing the boundary and soaring among the stars, reaching the Mother Ocean.

The view shifted, and the dimensions reversed.

The concept of time and space defined by humans vanished, and infinite colors illuminated all around. A loud breath swept through the illusory sea, and abstract dimensional spirals formed intertwining streams, leading to all sorts of vibrant places.

Ahead lay a road that could not be walked, and unlike the Disaster group, which knew the Mother Ocean too well by swallowing too much knowledge and essence, no matter how powerful the savior wrapped in the Sparkling Mech-God may be, it could not escape this strange barrier.

In fact, at the moment of crossing the boundary, the [Tempering of the Heart], other blessings, the thoughts of all humanity, and the power of the stars seemed like an unstable network, gradually blurring the connection, making the Soul Steel of the Mech-God flicker uncertainly.

Even more terrifying, the curse of the Mother Ocean and the erosion of the [Void] took another step, making the soul strengthened by the Pure White Authority even weaker.

Chu Yuanqing did not move. It seemed she had foreseen this scene. With a lifted finger and a grand arm raising, as if to seize the stars, a thread of pure black expanded like an aurora, erasing the pencil drawing before her, making images beyond human understanding dissolve into the purest, most colorful universe.

In the next moment, the boundary behind her, reliant on absorbing nutrients from the foreign Disaster group, abruptly spread under her will, directly pulling the limitless territory of the [Void] into a “bubble”!!!

The mountain does not see me; I come to see the mountain.

Even if we cannot escape, it is good to explore new lands.

“[Void] gazes at me, and of course… it can also gaze at you.”

This sentence fell slowly, like a curse that ties fate together. The expanding membrane, riding the path of the Void, suddenly blocked the Disaster group on an infinitely stretching road, choking their fate.

No matter how strong Helldir was, he could not predict this surprise. Involving the Supreme Power of the Mother Ocean, the timelines, fates, and causes all turned into chaotic and disordered gibberish. The Disaster group was as if blinded, unable to see, and was engulfed by the Void amidst wails and shrieks.

At this moment, even the Corrective Force of the Mother Ocean could not save the lives of the Disaster group.

Since the first playthrough, which entangled her until now, she had lost everything at one point. The ultimate enemy, who had died countless times, was completely met with annihilation by a single use of the Void’s power.

The Sparkling Mech-God stood tall in the universe.

The stars cheerfully devoured the nutrients left by the Disaster group, rapidly replenishing the vast true lands, continuously expanding the energy consumption of the membrane. Billions of dazzling lights bloomed in the boundless universe, illuminating the Blue Star like a vibrant gem.

The thoughts of all humanity began to disconnect, the shell of The One Truth withered like feathers, and the inner armor made of pure white peeled away and vanished. Its immeasurable Soul Steel began to dim, as if passing alongside the highest glory, and dusk unavoidably arrived.

The immeasurable blessing, with the collapse of Levatin, poured into the world consciousness like a heavy rain toward the Intracastral Sea.

Chu Yuanqing walked out of the solar furnace alone, holding the Lantern Gem that had never been whole since its birth. She rubbed its smooth surface with her fingertips, channeling all the ether and Pure White Authority into it.

The lantern began to shake violently, resisting and crying out, like a child unwilling to leave their mother.

“Be calm, it will be alright soon.”

The Pure White Witch coughed blood as she gazed down kindly. She crushed her own Flower of the Soul, ignoring her fading awareness, and completely destroyed this bundle of despair, grinding it into a powder devoid of will, cause, and connection, drop by drop filling the gem until it was whole and perfect again.

“You are free now, and perhaps… you will become the next Pure White Witch’s Lantern Elf?”

“Remember to get plenty of sunshine; the world is a beautiful place.”

Saying this, she cast down the pure white gem, which was forced to transform into a shooting star, swept away by the tide of blessings, slowly disappearing into the Intracastral Sea, just like… the past that was once again swallowed by the Void.

The stars still rejoiced, and the remnants of the Mech-God were drawn to the boundary membrane, slowly forming a shape around the edge of the dimensions.

Chu Yuanqing was forgotten, like a fragile doll about to break, waiting in the cold, silent starry sky for her decay. Yet her golden eyes remained bright, warm, and calm, almost just a few strands of her soul holding on with the Light of the Soul, as if still waiting for something, continuing to resist the embrace of the Void.

Time passed, and when this body fully shattered, only half a face and one golden eye remained. At that moment, the shining walls protecting the world were finally built, and from a great distance, a mighty will that turned the wheels of fate looked on.

The gaze of the Sea of Truth was vast.

This world, frozen in an unchangeable stillness.

The Corrective Force that once usurped the powers of the Calamity God seemed to trigger some mechanism, and at the moment the Shining City was completed, it exploded in size countless times, transforming the entire world into a movie, with time flowing backward: 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4 hours…

The world replayed, and fate returned.

The Corrective Force of the Sea of Truth acted like a director, erasing the origin of the Sparkling Mech-God, preventing Tang Liuli and Kirimi Miyuki from sparking new thoughts and reaching a new understanding.

Here, time continued to pass.

This time, “pure white” failed. Charlotte alone fulfilled the role of the Lighthouse on another Sky Stage, which then triggered the Chain of Contracts.

Chu Yuanqing held up a ring made of pure white remains, supporting the erosion of the Great Destruction. She once again made a pact, taking on the role of the Lighthouse. With one person and one sword, she protected the planet, sweeping through the universe, defeating the internal and external Disaster group. It was as if the world line had come together again, still resulting in the same ending.

The only difference was that the casualties increased by several million and the battle lasted an extra fifteen minutes.

Thus, time turned back once more.

This time, Great Destruction was delayed by fifteen minutes, and three of the twelve Calamity Gods, locked away by the magical girl’s life, broke free and rushed to the Sky Stage of the Sacred United Country, heading directly toward The Last Diva.

Chu Yuanqing appeared early and first defeated the three Calamity Gods, then battled nine more that had just broken free. The incoming Disaster group, having just brought about the Great Destruction, saw what happened and chose to retreat. She pursued them with her sword, and after fifteen minutes, the world line came together again, with the Corrective Force continuing to rewind.

This time, the rewind lasted longer, with more interfering elements, greater hidden dangers, and heavier “favoritism” towards the Disaster group, yet it still failed to return to the original world line of non-interference.

The same was true for the hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of interferences that followed.

No matter how many adverse effects were applied, whenever the world cried out in sadness and despair, and when the stars dimmed, that collapsed Pure White High Wall would return, burning everything alongside her, turning the tide, defeating the Disaster group, and preserving the spark of human civilization, keeping the lowest line firmly locked.

Thus, after the 10,001st failure, time’s rewind suddenly froze.

If we compare correction to a computer virus scan, then Chu Yuanqing is the stubborn virus that cannot be avoided. As long as she is alive, all of humanity can bravely create miracles that go beyond their limits, causing the timeline to return to the Shining City again and again.

This led the Corrective Force of the Sea of Truth to choose a new strategy.

That is, to bring about Chu Yuanqing’s destined death sooner.

This is the simplest way; the Sea of Truth did not do this right away because the “share” needed to intervene with Chu Yuanqing, who withstood 17 years of backlash from the Corrective Force and 17 years of erosion from the Void, was too great.

The Sea of Truth has no emotions or biases. Its fundamental reason for coming to correct the world is to maintain macro-level balance. However, if too much “share” is used during the correction process, it may destroy the balance instead, which is just putting the cart before the horse.

Therefore, until it was confirmed that killing Chu Yuanqing early was not possible without causing a correction to the world, this invisible hand that controls time chose to take action against the savior.

Time flowed once more.

This time was no longer measured by the heavens; several months swiftly passed, and the scene froze on that summer afternoon.

Sea City, an old neighborhood in the outer ring.

The cicadas buzz loudly, the banyan tree is lush and green, and the old electric fan hums as it blows.

“Are you going to work today?”

“There’s something at the company.”

“Even though today is Mom’s memorial day?”

“…Step aside. If you’re not going, I will go.”

The wheels of fate began to turn. The father and daughter, whose relationship had frozen due to misunderstandings and secrets, said only a few words before parting hurriedly, without showing the softness hidden beneath their prickly and icy exterior.

Chu Wang Shu carried her suitcase back to the school dormitory, quietly practiced in the dance room, preparing for her audition for “Dazzling Stage.”

On the same day, Chu Yuanying, who arrived at the company by subway, was fired by his boss and had to go home.

“What should I do about the insurance costs?”

The retired savior, who hid all his brilliance and was tortured by a curse until he became more worn and weary, opened his front door with a heavy heart like that of a middle-aged office worker. As he stepped inside, he glanced at the balcony, where a flyer for “Dazzling Stage” was floating on the railing, and just then the wind swept it away, sending it high into the sky, like a bird flying away from its flock.

The next day, mustering his spirit, Chu Yuanying went for interviews at various companies. After a tiring day, he walked into a supermarket.

“Hello, sir, your supermarket points have exceeded 1000. Here’s a free Dream Ticket.”

Chu Yuanying looked down at the ticket the cashier handed him, his handsome yet worn face was calm. He politely nodded in thanks, took the gift, and walked back into the hot summer, hearing the “ding” of the automatic doors.

Without thinking too much, he scratched it open with his nail.

—Congratulations, you have won: 100,000 yuan.

This poison from the Sea of Truth, wrapped as an unexpected gift in life, immediately covered the cost of insurance and even left him with a surplus.

From that moment on, the thought of using the Lantern Gem to become a magical girl was snuffed out right from the source.

Time passed.

Chu Wang Shu arrived on the day of the second performance.

Chu Yuanying, whose soul was about to completely collapse, was arranged by the Corrective Force to have a natural accident. In shock and surprise, he thought about the insurance money he could leave for his daughter, accepting his fate and calmly facing death.

But that alone was not enough. Just like in the future dreams simulated by “Blood of Sighs,” the savior, whose physical body was destroyed, returned to the Miracle Wall to regain all blessings and powers; this time, the situation was the same.

As long as the opponent restored their full strength, they could easily sense the sealed Disaster group and the “Calamity God,” uncovering all truths and then, for the sake of his daughter, humanity, and the stars, would rise from the ashes, reborn through fire, bringing the world back to the same conclusion, making previous manipulations worthless.

Therefore, the Sea of Truth took advantage of the opponent’s weakest moment to blind their senses, which had merged with the “Pure White.”

Chu Yuanying looked down at the clean, blue, peaceful world, drowning in a sweet illusion. He smiled with satisfaction as his last obsession faded away, causing the high wall to crumble and fall apart.

On the same day, the savior from the first playthrough passed away, and the Pure White High Wall, which had protected the world for 17 years, suddenly collapsed. The twelve sealed “Calamity Gods” broke free, and a wave of disaster aura began to flood the world, spreading their blessings to those in need.

Chu Wang Shu learned of her father’s death and was suddenly moved from “Ignite” to “Fully Bloomed.”

The sunflower was born early, and at the time of crisis, using the idea of “reviving her father,” she cleverly devised a plan to trick the Disaster group into seizing this body.

At this point, the overall situation was settled. Without Chu Yuanqing’s participation in “Dazzling Stage,” the chain reaction did not occur. Xie Qingxuan, Kirimi Miyuki, Tang Liuli, and Charlotte did not regain their memories of the first playthrough, and even the hidden blessings were not fully awakened. The collapse months earlier caused the “Dazzling Stage” plan to completely fail.

Even without the Disaster group from outside the world, humanity had no chance of a comeback.

At that moment, as the mechanism of the Sea of Truth decided to anchor this timeline and projected six months into the future,

The fiery clouds that should never have appeared again suddenly swept across the entire planet in a moment of hopelessness, shaking the universe and casting shadows, illuminating the nearby Mother Ocean, as if to burn away everything, wiping out the Disaster group and the Calamity God, flattening the progress bar entirely.

Time froze once more.

The Corrective Force of the Sea of Truth began a self-check, searching for “bugs,” and ultimately… fixed on a face that was all too familiar.

The girl’s white hair floated, her exquisite and beautiful face wore a calm expression. Her golden eyes looked down over the world, and in her hand, Levatin was wrapped in heavy threads of fate. Behind her were countless sparkling lights of overlapping star rings, as if a deity stepped in from another dimension.

It was Chu Yuanqing.

This was a bug that even the Sea of Truth could not comprehend.

Chu Yuanying and Chu Yuanqing are one person, so there is no question of splitting into two. His earlier death is certain, and there is no chance he could foresee the existence of the Corrective Force, uncover a conspiracy, and deliberately enter the situation.

So, this is resurrection.

A resurrection that is conceptual, unreasonable, and completely illogical.

This phenomenon, when it happened to this savior who had experienced countless deaths, could only remind one of the initial and strongest blessing she possessed.

Its name was—[Immortality].

The mechanism of the Sea of Truth got stuck, and the Corrective Force that manipulated time flickered uncertainly, only restarting the rewind after a new round of self-check was completed, returning to the moment when the Shining City was first created, and then rewinding time again to seek a solution.

After that, the threads of fate became increasingly clever, precise, and deadly.

On the 10,009th rewind, it was further confirmed that no matter how she died, the Pure White Witch would return holding Levatin, attributing the issue to the mechanism of [Immortality] and beginning to target this blessing.

But something incredible happened; even when the Corrective Force covered, seized, and twisted the concept of [Immortality], Chu Yuanqing would still revive again and again, as if this power was not an external blessing but was deeply rooted in her very soul.

After that, it chose to take a roundabout way, frequently putting Chu Wang Shu in danger and causing her pain, leading this savior to willingly give the gift of immortality to her daughter, but it failed, failed, and still failed.

By the 88,290th time she looked back, Chu Yuanqing had faced countless schemes, yet she remained steadfast. She faced the thorns, and Levatin shattered again and again, unafraid of the cold and traps, forging ahead time and time again.

At this point, the “share” of the Corrective Force grew larger once more, trying to shatter [Immortality] with pure violence.

At the same time, in that fixed, black-and-white world, like a paused scene, the remnants of that person—a withered skeleton, limbs, and flesh—faintly appeared in the still image, extreme darkness outlining shapes, sketching the original outline, silently nurturing an emptiness that was increasingly desolate, more essential, and ever more terrifying… the void.

Chu Yuanqing’s face came together, that golden eye burned with fire, reflecting the countless times she had died in the reset of the world by the Corrective Force. Her expression was calm as she looked toward the approaching, ever closer, intimately familiar will of the void, whispering softly:

“The limits we put on ourselves are truly strange; it’s only at the moment closest to death that these memories come rushing back.”

“So… is this the reason you come close to me?”

The secret of [Immortality] was never a conceptual immortality.

At first, it was just an ordinary blessing, with the effect of allowing one to borrow their own potential.

In the infinite parallel worlds, countless Chu Yuanyings encountered the despair created by the Disaster group.

In the world lines that were infinitely close to the central curve, the endless young savior, time and again, embarked on a journey to save amid endless and hopeless failures, and with the most ordinary blessings, stepped into the Perfection Realm, understood the inner and outer celestial phenomena, united heaven and man, and fought until the very last moment with the Light of the Soul.

Even if they still could not defeat the Calamity God, the Light of the Soul, born from countless deaths in the central curve—unified, immortal, and resonating together—produced an incredibly pure, shining, and grand thought of salvation, creating a miracle among miracles and playing a sorrowful song that echoed across infinite parallel universes.

At this point, the infinite parallel universe Chu Yuanyings deepened their connection, like the most extreme community of fate, gaining a bond born from infinite obsession, wishes, and emotions, similar to “quantum entanglement,” transcending the curses of fate, cause and effect, time and space, and concepts.

From then on, death no longer meant an end, but rather a part of an endless relay race.

This was the secret of [Immortality].

These saviors, who were always on the edge of death, called upon the next savior with each death to reach the final end, to defeat the Disaster group of their world, and to reverse the tragedies that arose from it.

And the ultimate result was the current Chu Yuanqing.

In that final battle, all parallel worlds close to the central curve were destroyed by the Disaster group.

At this point, she became the only one in the heavens, the true self, created from the countless sacrifices and deaths of many saviors across infinite parallel universes.

This was the powerful secret of the Light of the Soul, and the reason why the void gazed upon it.

And at the moment of twisting the world line and rewriting history,

Chu Yuanqing fulfilled the promise, changing the world lines of countless parallel universes at once and erasing the endless Disaster group from history, which attracted the attention of the Sea of Truth and its instinctive corrections.

The bugs encountered in the Corrective Force were also due to [Immortality].

As Chu Yuanqing neared true death, the will of the void fused with her being, and with the unique truth of the heavens, she could not be truly retroactively examined by the Sea of Truth; the world corrected by its mechanisms was merely a kind of simulated rehearsal.

In other words, in these false worlds, Chu Yuanying was like a copy created by the Sea of Truth; he was also bound by the [Immortality], and as long as he truly died under the necessary conditions to survive the Disaster group, the next savior would come to take the relay.

And the only one left to pass the relay was her.

Therefore, no matter how much was traced back or how much was known about the past and the future, the Pure White Witch, who still held part of the authority over the Void, achieved the final victory.

But it could also be said that as long as the Sea of Truth killed Chu Yuanqing twice in this rehearsal, it could win the true victory, because there would be no savior left to take over.

Chu Yuanqing was not guaranteed to win; she was still gambling with her life, and for every time the Corrective Force rewound, she put her life on the table.

There was only one reason for her to do this.

Chu Yuanqing was waiting, waiting for a moment… when she could surpass the Sea of Truth.

Thus, the broken time, with no beginning or end, rushed towards an unknown conclusion over and over again.

The 97,290th rewind.

The 178,922nd rewind.

The 8,163,728th rewind.

When the almost ouroboros-like total of time had accumulated for nearly a thousand years,

When the mechanism of the Sea of Truth began to slowly crash and reset,

In the frozen black-and-white world, the shadow of “Nothingness” finally grew a complete body, like a new sprout breaking through the soil, giving birth to the softest ray of light in the deepest darkness.

Chu Yuanqing, using the womb of “Nothingness,” was briefly reborn into the world. She wore a black dress and walked barefoot in the still world, her pure white hair cascading down to her ankles, like molten silver threads intertwining. Her golden eyes remained warm, calm, and shining, like an unsetting sun.

The girl raised the corners of her lips and softly whispered:

“It really takes a long time to adapt to this level.”

The voice slowly echoed.

The gaze of the Sea of Truth fell upon her, and the Corrective Force, carrying the whole “bubble,” crashed down.

Chu Yuanqing’s eyes sparkled as she looked back at the blue planet, as if she could see the Liuli Cat cuddling her playfully, the Little Xuan stretching in the afternoon sunlight, showing the beauty of youth, Miyuki sitting by the window, talking about guitar and sharing jokes, and Charlotte running with her on the streets of Vienna, along with Little Shu, who still brought her comfort, and… many more beautiful images.

“Sea of Truth, listen to me.”

The Pure White Witch looked at the towering source that could not be challenged or defeated. A delicate, perfect smile appeared on her exquisite face, reminiscent of Charlotte’s successful prank but with a touch of regret, and she whispered softly:

“Forget me.”

As her words faded, the grandest, most extreme, and most fitting void of the Void created a perfect loop. In this self-curse, it raised a dark tide that covered the entire Sea of Truth, causing billions of “bubbles” to tremble in awe, along with countless streams of truth swirling and rising.

This was the paradox that shook the root of reason, but it was too small compared to the main branch, allowing the Void to reach every corner, sinking the dark tide deep into the Mother Ocean, sweeping away everything about her, along with the imbalance and oddity of this world, burying them all in disappearance.

However, as the records of the Sea of Truth showed, all traces of Chu Yuanqing vanished. The tiny “bubble,” which had just formed the Shining City, flickered for a moment, being reshaped, reset, and redefined in history.

The final gift of the Pure White Witch arrived in an unknown timeline, reviving all the lives that had died in the past few days due to the Disaster group. Even the magical girls of [Scatterflowers] who had sacrificed themselves were deemed to be injured, and they all survived, with no one dead.

At this moment, in the Donghong Federation.

Daxia Country, Sea City, Zhelong Town.

Chu Wang Shu had just awakened. She walked out of the base, holding a wheel of starlight that someone had tucked into her arms, alongside the similarly dazed Tang Liuli, Kirimi Miyuki, Xie Qingxuan, and Charlotte. They gazed at the clear, mildly spicy blue sky, momentarily stunned.

“Did we win?”

The little girl slowly came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, showed a happy smile, looked at her mom and the older friends, and excitedly said:

“Everyone, the Disaster group has been defeated, we did it!”

Tang Liuli’s eyes sparkled, and she couldn’t help but cheer:

“Hooray, long live peace, we won’t have to fight the disaster beasts anymore!”

Kirimi Miyuki, with a big smile on her face, happily replied:

“It’s all thanks to everyone; now we can focus on being idols.”

Xie Qingxuan, also very cheerful, said seriously:

“There should be a holiday soon, and we can all play together.”

The girl spoke, recalling the feeling of playing the drums, and continued:

“Rock music is fun.”

“We can make more rock music together in the future and try singing and playing together.”

Charlotte looked at her lovely daughter with gentle eyes. She felt great, her soft pink lips curled into a smile as she jokingly said:

“Don’t worry, Little Dream and the other members have promised me that after world peace, the permissions of the [Lighthouse] won’t change. I can give everyone in the Countermeasures Bureau a long vacation, and we can all have double time off, no matter what we choose to do, and all costs will be covered!”

At that moment, a blue tit-like [Forget-Me-Not] hovered on her shoulder. The little creature tilted its head, looking very lively and chirping happily, so cute that a green-eyed cat couldn’t help but reach out to pet it.

The little idols talked and joked.

Suddenly, brilliant light danced across the sky, and under their curious and puzzled gazes, it entered Chu Wang Shu’s body, revealing unfamiliar blessings, as if it were a final gift.

Charlotte cheerfully praised:

“Surely the stars really like our Little Shu.”

“But having more blessings is not always better; let’s think of them as toys to collect.”

At the same time, just like an equal exchange, the sunflower toy forgotten in the storage space melted away under the laughter of the little idols, like snow and ice in the sunlight, leaving no trace behind.

Chu Wang Shu did not notice that she was being tightly hugged and squished by Charlotte, her face squished into a cute round shape, flushed with a bashful red, radiating visible happiness. While struggling in her mother’s embrace, she said:

“I know, Mom, let me go! Let’s continue talking about the holiday!”

“Little Shu is actually very happy; she’s not really struggling,” Liuli’s comment was sharp and to the point.

–The End–