The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 786 - 397: Working Until Dawn Breaks

In that eternally falling shadow, Yage Sylvia, the dark saintess opposite the white saintess — two years ago, that girl had already forgotten this name, she had a forgotten dream.

A dream both long and fleeting.

Because it happened in autumn, it cannot be called a spring dream.

This is the sequel to that dream.

In short, in the final autumn night after the Era of Chaos, before the arrival of the Radiant Epoch, she invited a young man for a 'two-day' match, and she dreamt of the sequel to that match.

At that time, the drizzling autumn rain tapped against the plane leaves outside the window.

A thin layer of white autumn frost formed on the window sill, making the autumn night very cold, and the weather quite bad, but Miss Yage Xiyavia felt quite warm. First, because the bedroom was heated by a warm fireplace; second, because she had just closed the window; and third, because she was now snuggled in the warm place with her easily chilled hands and feet all tucked in, so she did not feel cold.

"Then am I not cold, hmm?"

A boy's unemotional voice came to her ear, he said coldly, "I finally got warm."

The boy sighed and said, "Cold hands and feet shouldn't get into the bed, that's basic manners."

"That's because you made me get out of bed to close the window." The girl turned her face to look at him, "So you should take responsibility and warm me up too."

"Because I won the bet, one must accept the loss gracefully." The boy said with a blank expression, "You're the maid, and I'm the master, it's only natural for you to close the window."

"You like role-playing games?" The girl nodded thoughtfully, "Then wait a minute."

Before the boy had time to deny it, he saw the girl lift the blanket again and get out of bed. Her bare feet pattered on the floor, as light as a black cat wading through water. She went to the cloakroom in the inner room. Soon, inside came the rustling sound of clothes being rubbed together.

The wind outside the casement blew rustlingly for a while, then the girl slipped out from the cloakroom.

The original thin gauze nightdress was taken off, replaced by a black and white Lolita short skirt, also made of light gauze material, clinging to the girl's snow-white skin, the hem decorated with flower-like tufts. The evening breeze slightly revealed finer leg roots.

Still not wearing any extra shoes or socks, she just wore a white silk leg band on her thigh, her bare feet stepping on the carpet. She lightly lifted the skirt hem, as she performed a flawless maid's bow, smilingly said:

"How about it."

She tilted her head and showed a smile to the boy, the firelight from the fireplace cast a dusk blush onto her profile, even the autumn rain outside was willing to pause for this.

The girl exhaled moist mist from her thin lips, "My dear master?"

"Not bad." The boy nodded, at the same time rejecting the match application, "The bedding I finally warmed has been made cold by you again. Tonight you go sleep on the sofa, I'm tired."

"Tomorrow I still have to prepare for the coronation ceremony."

He said, looking exhausted.

"You look very tired." She gazed at him, "Why is that?"

"No reason." The boy turned his face away, "Just sleepy."

The autumn rain became increasingly cold, the window was blown creakingly, perhaps out of charcoal, even the fireplace did extinguish, the bedroom slowly fell into shadow. The world turned cold.

——"Then, let me ask another way."

The girl gazed into the boy's eyes and softly asked:

"How many times have you resurrected me this year?"

The boy said nothing.

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[Radiant Judgment]

[First Generation]

[Holy Level Magic]

[Magic Effect: Like an angel judging the good and evil of souls, if the result passes, it can resurrect the soul of the deceased]

[So the sea gave up the dead in it, and death and the underworld gave up the dead in them; they were judged according to their deeds]

This is the first generation of Radiant Judgment — the holy magic the boy created, the true reason behind it.

Why, as a Bishop of Chaos, did he create a radiant magic? This is the truth that spans thirty thousand years of history!

He did not do it to resurrect all living beings, nor to save the Chaos Era, everything he did was just to resurrect a girl. But in the face of destined death, holy-level magic is nothing, just a delay.

He could only save those whom fate allowed to be saved.

Yage Xiyavia's first death occurred two years ago.

From then on, the boy began researching Radiant Magic.

The first resurrection extended Yage Xiyavia's death for a month, at which time he used the second Radiant Judgment on Miss Yage....

The second time postponed it by half a month.

After a Radiant Judgment resurrection, all memories would remain the same. Even those resurrected could not sense that they had once died.

So the boy used Radiant Judgment to maintain their daily life, continuously delaying the destined death day by day...one death after another, one resurrection after another, and the intervals between deaths grew shorter, from a month to half a month, to a week, to a day....

Fate gradually tightened its noose.

Bit by bit strangling the throats of tiny living beings.

As the girl's words fell, the entire bedroom fell into a long, long silence.

——"How many times have you resurrected me this year?"

The boy didn't wish to answer this question, in truth, he doesn't know how many times it was, at the start he kept count, once, twice, three times.....but as death approached faster and faster, the time intervals grew shorter, he stopped counting, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, every month, every week, every day, every hour....he used Radiant Judgment.

Redeeming over and over again,

Dying over and over again.

Using holy-level magic excessively far beyond the limits of living beings.

This is a miracle no one has ever achieved, since the advent of magic, in tens of thousands of years, no magician has realized such a miracle.

He rescued time and again from destined death, salvaging souls from the River of Life, rising and falling, also experiencing one Nether after another, experiencing Radiant Judgment and trial over and over.

Salvaging souls from the River of Life is much more difficult than diving into the River of Life — back in An Su's past lives, he has already crossed numerous Nether.

And his originally pitch-black pupils also faded in the radiant holy magic again and again, washed by the river of origin, gradually able to see clearly the truth of that origin.

This is the birth of the first [Pure White Eyes].

"....how did you notice?" The boy did not answer her question directly, instead asking back.

The dark saintess gazed at the boy, her amber-like translucent eyes moved slightly, and after a moment, she pursed her lips, "Because you look too tired, looking sickly all day long...now you've reached your limit."

"How can you tell?" The boy raised an eyebrow.

Indeed the boy was very tired, in fact, both his body and his soul have reached their limit, exhausted from the inside out. The magic power holy-level magic requires is astonishing, even a demigod cannot withstand such consumption, daily overuse of magic power has long shattered his magic circuits.

"We've lived together for almost half a year, and yet you didn't lay a hand on me?"

Miss Maid furrowed her brows slightly, she took a few quick steps forward, their faces were instantly close, their moist breaths almost mingled together. She said in a calm tone, "I'm burning so hot."

"....Really turned off." The boy sighed, "Living with you just to monitor your condition."

Miss Maid gazed at the boy, those amber eyes clearly reflecting the boy's somewhat pale face.

"Fool, I've long known about my destined death."

She was silent for a while, sitting by the boy's pillow, curling her snow-white calves, her bare feet stepping on the bed, her soft hands lightly hugging, hanging her head low, the window's plane tree shadow swaying at will, after a while, she softly said:

"I'm just pretending not to know, just barely existing in this world, passing one day after another."

"Am I very cowardly this way, very selfish?"

The girl's voice trembled slightly, she turned her face away, her expression obscured in shadow.

"So cowardly that I don't dare leave, so selfish that I can't bear to die."

"Because in the world after death, there will be no more autumn rain and plane trees, nor rime frost and fireplace, window and bed, starry sky and night, and no more me and you."

Outside, the autumn rain swayed the plane trees, rime frost laid white, the fireplace flickered with scattered embers, the window was scraped by the cold wind with a rustling sound, but inside the bedding was very warm, the stars and night slowly farewelled before dawn, and leaning by your side, I didn't feel cold.

"But tonight, I feel....I must summon the courage to leave."

"I can now hear the sound of fate knocking at the door."

After a while, she finally raised her head, giving the boy a bright yet thin smile.

"We are stones on a predetermined track. I can no longer burden you, can no longer rely on you to linger."

"It's okay, my magic circuit has already reached its limit." The boy raised his eyes to look at her, "And once I've become the Holder of Heaven, I can draw on Heaven's magic power."

"So this is why you want to become the 'Holder of Heaven'? The real reason?"

The dark saintess looked at the boy, she slowly shook her head, softly said, "Fool, that's useless. Living so much longer, I'm actually already satisfied."

"To keep entangling with me further, fate will eventually devour you too."

The fountain will not exceed its source, and the Holder of Heaven's authority cannot surpass fate's Heaven itself.

Just becoming a gatekeeper for God won't suffice at all.

She's destined to die in the Era of Chaos.

"Stop with the self-indulgence, really turned off girl." The boy rolled his eyes, speaking sharply, "I'm just inventing new magic, using you as a guinea pig for experiments. Whether you live or die, what does it have to do with me."

"When will the next death come if you stop using 'Radiant Judgment'?" Miss Maid inquired.

"...Six hours later." The boy fell into silence, after a while, he said in a low voice, "Around dawn, you will be taken by fate."

The dark saintess—perhaps should be called Miss Maid now, those translucent eyes gazed at the boy, she tilted her head and smiled.

"In that case, let's embrace till dawn, that's my final wish."

"My dear master, after dawn, I will leave."

"Give me all your warmth; that way, I will no longer be afraid, no longer fear the long, long night of fate."

"We will embrace until the autumn rain ceases, the plane leaves fall, the white rime turns to water, the fireplace logs burn to ashes, until the dawning white glow spills over the window beams, night will farewell the stars. My dear master, let us embrace until then."

Soft hands clung to the boy's chest, warm and slightly urgent breaths intertwined.

"Till dawn breaks."

The boy saw the swaying autumn rain, the rustling plane trees, saw the white rime and the warm fireplace, saw the prelude before dawn, with the starry sky accompanying the night.

When starlight covers the night, even if dawn is near, the sight before you remains so exquisite and enchanting.

"And the remaining one day and eighteen hours."

That girl softly said in his ear — "If possible in the future, I'll reclaim it from you."

Thin lips exhaling moist mist scattered into dawn's light frost, slowly melting into the golden morning light, gradually disappearing.

At the first dawn of the Radiant Epoch, Yage Sylvia left at the break of dawn, ultimately losing her own name.

Three thousand years later, the last long night of the Radiant Epoch.

"Enya Moningsta."

"This is your name."

From the shadows, the nameless girl opened her eyes; she vaguely saw the light shining into the shadows, illuminating the thirty thousand years of eternal night.

——"The girl who shares fate with me."