When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1046 - 384: The Great Snake and The Sun

Chapter 1046 -384: The Great Snake and The Sun

“Aiwass, Aiwass…”

“Hey, cosmic superhero, wake up, it’s me, Shafrin…”

In a daze, Aiwass suddenly opened his eyes.

Under the dim, dark red moonlight, the blood sea emitted rhythmic sounds of the tide.

Not far from Aiwass, there was a girl with a petite figure and waist-length black hair.

In the preparation room, as usual, her face was not clear. However, the gold and red robe she was wearing looked quite luxurious. Her head, neck, and wrists were adorned with a large amount of jewelry… It looked more like a princess attending a grand banquet rather than a promotion ceremony.

For her, the stone chair, which was spacious even for an Elf to sit on, was obviously a bit too large.

Therefore, the girl curled up her legs and shrank into the corner of the chair like a mermaid.

She was smiling at Aiwass. Upon seeing Aiwass look up at her, she immediately let out a bell-like, clear laughter.

“Long time no see, Aiwass. Of course, perhaps not too long—if we count your arrival in Avalon as one of our meetings.”

Aleister teased boldly.

“Alai…”

Aiwass was about to say something when he suddenly realized something: “You’re using number 14’s body to come here? And the Shadow Demon can no longer disguise you… So, isn’t it unsuitable for you to use the identity of Alai anymore? After all, for you, the name Aleister is your true name.”

“Just pick one casually,” Aleister said offhandedly. “Codenames are trivial… Then call me ‘Beast’.”

“…That doesn’t sound very nice.”

Aiwass frowned deeply.

The word in Avalonian language also carried meanings such as “animal”, “a person with the heart of a beast”. It was more of a curse from others than “a codename chosen for oneself”.

“Then you name me,” Aleister, who inherited Aiwass’s naming ability, gave up on the task, “How about ‘Great Sin’? ‘Crimson’?”

“…Let’s just call you ‘Serpent’.”

Aiwass, after much thought, answered this way: “As the Son of the Serpent Father… It can’t be a more appropriate title.”

“Then call me ‘Great Snake’.”

Aleister emphasized.

Aiwass nodded with some resignation: “Fine, whatever makes you happy. And remember to call me ‘Fox’.”

“—Still going to be called Fox?”

Aleister questioned: “All the ‘fox-like personality’ comes from me, right? Look, since you’ve cut me out, where do you have any of the slyness or malice of a fox? The shimmering light from you is almost blinding my eyes.”

Aleister today was clearly unusually excited… She put on her most luxurious and formal attire, directly called Aiwass by his real name, and played with some jokes that only she and Aiwass would understand.

But Aiwass also knew why Aleister was like this.

Because this was the first time they both participated in a promotion ceremony.

—Unless unexpected, it would also be the last time.

So Aiwass was also very gentle, trying to fulfill all of Aleister’s whims: “So what do you think I should be called? I’ve already named you… Now it’s your turn to name me.”

“You’ll be called ‘The Sun’.”

Aleister said without hesitation.

“Why?”

Aiwass was somewhat puzzled.

He had thought that Aleister might come up with some random names for him.

But before Aleister could answer, new promotees began to appear in other spots.

First to appear was an old man dressed in Mage’s robes, holding a Magic Wand, with white hair and beard.

—Even before he said a word, Aiwass had already guessed that this old man should be a Great Mage.

Then, almost simultaneously, two more people appeared.

One of them wore a brown hemp robe, the likes of which even the farmers of Star Antimony would no longer wear, looking rather like an Ascetic Monk. It was not only patched up with differently colored patches but also had sporadic oil stains… It didn’t look like clothes at all, more like a rag that had been used for a long time.

The person’s wet olive-green hair lay behind, bent and twisted like seaweed, combined with the similarly damp “retro flow attire,” giving an unsettling feeling of nausea.

Aiwass had no particular reaction, but Aleister frowned and tactically leaned back—despite being quite far away, the sight of this person’s attire made her feel as if she was smelling some strange odor.

In the ascension ceremony, one would either wear sufficiently formal attire to express one’s attitude or wear clothing that could disguise their identity.

…But this was the first time she had seen this style of dress.

The other person was a female in her twenties or thirties.

She appeared to have an exceptionally strong will, sitting upright with a commanding aura.

“…Oh?”

And the Great Mage seemed to have recognized their identities.

The old man’s body leaned slightly forward, his tone slightly peculiar: “You…”

“Wuuu, Narcissus has just founded a nation, and you’ve already forgotten about Old Laro?”

The so-called “Rag Hero” suddenly burst into a fake cry, instantly intimidating the old man: “Sandro, Old Sandro—Wahhhh!”

“You! This—”

The moment they met, the Old Mage was publicly exposed and was instantly overwhelmed with indignation.

Before he could say anything, the “Rag Hero” immediately spoke with rapid-fire delivery: “Why are you being so estranged, Old Sandro? Haven’t I treated you well? I’ve even helped you out a lot! Remember our old ties, you even held me when I was little!”

For a moment, Aiwass even thought she had misheard.

“Laro! You clown—”

The Old Mage finally reacted, shouting angrily, “I haven’t provoked you! And I’m not in cahoots with those Sons of the Moon!”

He was only halfway through his sentence when the sixth seat already manifested another person.

There sat a woman with beautiful brown curly hair, wearing a court gown as splendid as Aleister’s.

Just as she appeared, she heard the Old Mage’s voice.

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“—Son of the Moon?”

Her voice suddenly became less friendly: “So, what is it to you, Mage?”

Although she couldn’t yet see the people around her—since it was the New Moon Ritual, offending someone didn’t matter.

If you dare say another word, I’ll kill you even if it means I won’t ascend this time!

This is the bottomless confidence of the Sons of the Moon as creatures of the Spirit Way—they don’t need to study and learn, but can gradually ascend through the Spirit Way levels as they grow, advancing with ease. Even if they failed, they’d only need to wait some days to recover, as they have long lives with which to wait.

And their souls and bodies are inherently united, so as long as they’re not entirely dead, they can be healed again in the Material Realm. Missing an arm or a leg, so-called reflection injuries, are trivial—just some blood would replenish them.

Even if they truly die, if all else fails, they’ll just kill themselves first upon returning—since they have already died once, they won’t die again. Then they’ll just use the ashes of other Sons of the Moon to fill the gaps in their souls and resurrect on the spot.

Others may fear death, but she does not.

That is the absolute advantage of Sons of the Moon in the ascension ceremony.

It is also the reason why the Path of Love is easily ostracized by others during the Full Moon Ritual.

“Andrea Walter!!”

Before the Old Mage could respond, the so-called “Rag Hero Laro” suddenly yelled at the top of his voice, drowning out all other sounds and even startling the Son of the Moon.

Although her expression could not be seen, Aiwass felt she suddenly widened her eyes, looking at “Rag Hero Laro” with a disbelief.

—Is this guy sick?!

Laro, undeterred, unabashedly shouted: “Fuck your mother!!!”

“…Ah?”

Andrea was shocked.

Although she was the one being cursed, for a moment her mind went blank—because she couldn’t understand why she was being insulted by a stranger.

For a moment, even the entire preparation room for the ascension ceremony went silent.

And in Aleister’s eyes, there seemed to be a light.

She watched all this, looking excited and thrilled—

Is this cool or what!

This grudge game!