My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 405 - 345: To Wear the Crown, You Must Bear Its Weight

For some reason, Xu Xiaoyou felt an unexplainable resistance and withdrew her gaze from the girl's collection.

They followed Mr. Screw deep inside, witnessing the Heaven-Supporting Divine Hall held up by Roman pillars; the ghostly and enigmatic Ghost Ship from ocean mythology; the primitive jungle where lurking primitive viruses and shadow-hiding bees could be found; relics of a lost ancient nation;

They saw many prehistoric creatures that should have been extinct long ago, rare even in myths; the ice layers beneath a thick ice surface, the brutal dragon piercing the Vertebra Armor of the Mountain-Shaking Turtle, the towering Behemoth Elephant roaring in fury, entangled in a fight with the Fire God Winged Dragon that could ignite clouds into flames.

All these constantly reminded them of the vastness of the world, while they themselves were but tiny specks of dust within it.

From a macro perspective, one would see this vault stretching endlessly, perhaps even larger than Asgard itself. Yet, this wasn't surprising, as Xu Xiaoyou knew it was the effect of the Core Technology's 'Space Collapse Protocol' in operation.

The corridor they walked in was thousands of kilometers long from a macro viewpoint, and under the operation of the Space Collapse Protocol's Core Technology, they were moving forward at a speed of several kilometers per second, though the subjects themselves remained unaware of this distorted space phenomenon.

As for the 'icebergs' sealing the collection, they weren't icebergs as commonly understood, but rather a mysterious man-made gel.

This gel could significantly reduce the mysterious and physiological activity of the collections, forever freezing their state at the moment before being stored, only displaying physical characteristics similar to ice, emitting a cold chill and appearing in an icy blue translucent state.

Most of the collections were so awe-inspiring they were beyond verbal description, only a mere tip of the iceberg was described. They were the spoils of powerful Cleaners from history, deposited beneath the world's safest bank.

Beyond the Black Dragon skeleton, the deeper they went, the more spectacular and dangerous the collections became, possessing even higher value, and Mr. Screw ahead showed no intention of stopping as they approached the end of the underground vault.

This led the two girls to ponder, what sort of surprise had Sebastian left for them?

The deeper they ventured, the more Chichu Chun felt an inexplicable unease enveloping her heart, her entire being urging her to turn and leave.

Shadows in the air twisted into words, arranging themselves sentence by sentence in the air, the murmurs by her ears began to whisper.

——"Go, your shoulders cannot bear this responsibility."

In a moment of clarity, Chichu Chun heard the words.

She turned her head, seeing nothing behind her.

Xu Xiaoyou noticed her strangeness but didn't speak, merely holding the girl's hand, providing her warmth.

They continued forward, the words formed by shadows grew rapidly, transforming into tentacles, twisting along the ground, walls, ceiling, extending to the corridor's end, the dense and heavy air forming layers of impervious dark walls, pushing against Chichu Chun's position, attempting to block her outside.

——"Leave, your naive weakness cannot bear this weight, you are too immature now, you will disappoint everyone's expectations, and lament upon countless corpses."

The murmurs by her ears grew louder, the words surfaced from the shadows began to crumble.

A thought of turning and escaping sprouted in Chichu Chun's mind, memories of the past scenes began surging to the sea of remembered, countless fragments pieced together into unfamiliar images, blood dripping on the corner of the image, staining it bright red.

She saw,

Amidst a white space, indistinct strangers circled around her, sighing heavily and shaking their heads.

Family who provided warmth and care cursed her harmfully with resentful faces.

The fading light in a deceased man's eyes, the last flicker of hope for her future.

Chichu Chun's chest heaved violently, her pupils began to tremble.

She didn't remember these things.

This wasn't her memory.

This shouldn't be her memory...

——"You will journey alone on the thorny path!!"

Shadows of words followed with blood-red exclamations, enclosing her tightly, dark whispers roared in screaming chaos!

An inevitable descent into chaotic consciousness began, a girl endlessly falling into eternal darkness, everything like shattered shards of glass in a nightmare, nightmares loomed overhead, whispering softly, all the terrifying scenes she feared replayed within the mirror's cycles, the flames burning at the base toasted her body, ash swirling smog blurred her vision.

From the darkness, hands reached out, tearing apart layer by layer of constraints, pulling them apart inch by inch, cold yet warm softness brushing across her face.

"We're here." Xu Xiaoyou said.

All writhing shadows receded, the corridor regained its deep silence, at the end stood a door of Dragon Steel Copper.

As the door opened, an indescribable heaviness came in waves like scorching tides, a sudden weight landed upon the shoulders.

As far as the eye could see, on the ground not far away, a long blade was planted slantwise, shaped like a sweet flag leaf, with no ornate patterns, plain black flowing between its cracks, the scabbard resembling a simple crafted ebony wood piece.

"This is..."

Chichu Chun's eyes widened, blood flow accelerated, her heart began beating uncontrollably.

She recognized this long blade.

From textbooks, family teachings, and countless epics praising girls.

"Chichu Yun," Mr. Screw calmly named the Divine Artifact.

In myth, the Crimson Dancer used this long blade to sever the head of the Eight-Spider Nest Mother.

She suddenly realized,

This might not only be Sebastian's expectations for her.

As Xu Xiaoyou approached the room by a step, the long blade planted in the ground hummed softly, the sound of the wind blowing sweet flag leaves, an invisible razor wind burst forth.

In an instant, countless fine slashing marks appeared on the surrounding walls, a shallow mark surfaced on her neck.

Xu Xiaoyou brushed past her neck, her gaze lingering on the crimson at her fingertip.

No wonder Sebastian repeatedly stressed to her that only by bringing the Young Master to the Northern Territory bank could she receive a reward, anyone not recognized by this long blade couldn't take a step into this room.

It seems this Chichu Yun is left for the Young Master, as for her reward, it would come elsewhere.

At the same time, a ripple stirred within Xu Xiaoyou's heart.

Weapons are born for people, for their use, yet people must seek the weapon's recognition, how absurd.

If only the master is strong enough, with firm will, why care if a weapon recognizes them?

Under the guidance of the voice within her heart, Chichu Chun unconsciously walked into the room, the blade wind surged once again, a bloodstain burst on her arm, the splattering blood instantly shattered, scattered by the blade wind.

This was just a warning.

Chichu Chun took a second step, two bloodstains burst on her calf, feeling the pain, the girl's face turned slightly pale, biting her lip, furrowing her brows, an unusual emotion churned in her heart.

The heavy obstacles faced before transformed into defiance and stubbornness, she finally understood what the waves of heat rushing toward were, it was her mission to bear.

The voice within her heart grew to guide the girl's choice; at this moment, only one naive thought remained in her heart, she wanted to pull out the sword from the stone like the heroes lauded in stories!

Chichu Chun took the third step.

The girl closed her eyes tightly in fear, secretly blaming herself, regretting her earlier impulsive and childish decision, not expecting the razor wind meant to sever her hand didn't arrive.

Eyelids raised to reveal a small slit, she heard the deep hum of Chichu Yun by her ear, no longer as clear as before, akin to an elder's long sigh.

The fine cracks silently spread across Chichu Yun's blade.

That mythological weapon, under the girl's trembling gaze.

Disintegrated into countless blade fragments, scattered all over the ground.