My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 495 - 429: Spring in March

"How could this happen?" The Smiling Knight was stunned, and everyone present was equally shocked.

People widened their eyes in disbelief, repeatedly confirming the final result, their breathing unconsciously heavy.

No words from anyone.

No movement from anyone.

Silent tranquility flowed above the Royal Palace.

The Smiling Knight’s expression was dazed, a thousand possibilities flashing through his mind. He couldn’t understand; his attack had clearly landed firmly on the "Crown of Incurable," causing massive damage, and even the system had prompted him that he had killed the "Crown of Incurable."

Why, at the final report, was it someone from the Light Chasing Garden who killed the "Crown of Incurable"?

He noticed the gazes in the crowd, meeting the beautiful eyes of the blonde girl, only to see her raised lips slow and the light at her fingertips fade.

If time were slowed down countless times, it would be found that, at a moment just then, the health of the "Crown of Incurable" suddenly rose from ’-56423’ to ’1000000’, and in the next extremely brief moment, was reduced to zero by some unknown force.

It was the [Moon Time]! Xu Xiaoyou had just applied the ’Moon Time’ effect of this artistic level skill card on the "Crown of Incurable," forcibly rewinding its status to 24 hours earlier at the same moment her attack landed!

The bridge between reality and virtual was constructed at this moment,

on the distant other side, blood-stained the sleeping chamber.

Sevia stood in front of the luxurious curtain, blood flowing down the String Sword’s pattern to her fingertips and dripping down. Before her, the King lay on a bed woven of blood, gold, and silk, his eyes full of terror as the scream of the naked Empress echoed in the chamber.

Engrossed in joy, the "Parasite" mating with the King was oblivious to the arriving danger...

A flash of cold light, blood splattered into the air.

This scene was far more absurd than an opera, yet it happened in reality, truly unfolding before the girl’s eyes.

Sevia slowly lifted her head.

The devoted Watcher sat across from her, with her chest pierced by her own Double-Bladed Spear. She was pinned to the wall, bleeding continuously, the blood flowing out through the gaps in her armor. The woman, in her final moments, struggled to breathe but couldn’t remove the heavy armor weighing her down.

"You killed my King, you killed so many of my people." Belisa tried to lift her head, leaning against the wall to appear less disheveled. "You killed the ’Parasite’, knowing full well that without the protection of a miracle, the raging miracle rain will soon destroy this place."

The female general coughed up more blood, her blood almost drained, her hands holding the spear shaft, trying to pull it out. The Double-Bladed Spear pierced her heart. She did this not to seek survival, nor to fight the girl for another three hundred rounds. She just wanted to open her arms freely, in her dying moments, and embrace the wind from her homeland.

"Don’t you want to say something?"

"Say something?" Sevia’s head was also leaning against the wall, her expression a bit weary.

The shadows receded gradually from the floor, walls, and ceiling of the sleeping chamber to her skirt’s hem, the score of death’s music ceased its leap forward. The soul notes sounded like echoes in the mist, or like clusters of bright and pure fire.

"Hehe." Belisa laughed, coughing blood, the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes with flickering black light revealing a complex expression.

"It seems, this matter doesn’t even count as a crime for you."

"Clearly appearing so weak, kind to life, yet unexpectedly cruel in certain aspects..."

"I simply chose more people." Sevia said, "Before leaving, I will apply the ’Miracle of the Stars’ here. My power is limited, and maybe this miracle can only last until spring ends."

"If the next ruler is wise enough, he will lead the remaining people away from here, migrating to warmer, faraway places. Maybe in the process, some elderly and children will die, but as long as people remain, stories to be told remain, the spark of civilization can continue."

"This rampant disaster will eventually pass, and they will build high walls, erect fences, cultivate farmlands, and use lime as mortar to solidify houses in their new homeland. People will forget the past sufferings and embrace a new life. Perhaps children can receive education, women won’t need to wear headscarves, men can stand upright, and productivity will develop faster than now, with the wheels of civilization rolling forward, heading to further places."

"But March’s spring is still cold." Belisa said softly, letting go of the spear. Her blood was almost drained, and before her was the dignified portrait of the King. She stared at his face, lost in thought for a moment.

She thought of the citizens of this Kingdom, her own people. Maybe they could indeed, as the girl described, surpass all ice and long nights, and go to a new habitat to live a peaceful life.

This Demigod was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"What you said before, I care about."

"Unbreakable shadow must be severed..."

"What is the thing you regret doing the most in your life?"

"I don’t regret any of my decisions." Sevia said. "My past... felt like being a sheep swept along with the flock. Wherever the flock went, there I was, passively accepting this world, passively dissolving the value of solitude, disconnected from society, never thinking to strive actively, missing many opportunities."

"Suffering is the ladder of human growth. In one’s lifetime, people will fall and rise again on this ladder, then climb to higher places."

"On this part of the ladder, people cannot turn back, cannot decide whether to advance or retreat, nor can they fall on the same ladder twice. Yesterday’s walked stairs are gone, and today’s fall, though similar, is ultimately different."

"People will gain new insights from this similar fall, fleeting like morning dew, lasting like a roaring tide."

"I don’t regret my choice because it was these hardships that led me to meet the right people, do the right things, and walk along the life path I am on now."

"I don’t regret striving hard due to a somewhat naive idea, only to head toward destruction in the end."

"And likewise, I won’t regret the decisions I made today. If the late spring of March still bears chilling cold, and people cannot survive the snow and wind, losing their way in the long night, what I will do is no more than use a requiem to console the lives lost in the long night."

"They believe I am a Demigod, sent by heaven to redeem them, placing all hope on my shoulders." Belisa said.

"But I know, I am not a God. I am flesh and blood, a true Titan woman, merely stronger than them. I still possess many human weaknesses, my emotions often sway my judgment, I cannot discard emotions and act purely rationally."

"In this regard, you possess more divinity than I do." Belisa laughed softly, her breathing weakening more and more, "At least I can’t do it, not regretting my past..."