When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 915 - 285: Escalating Rage Atmosphere

Chapter 915: Chapter 285: Escalating Rage Atmosphere

Before the merging, she had felt an abnormal rage… She finally understood the thoughts of Prince Xiyaldo completely.

If she truly were a Son of the Moon… once murderous thoughts arose in such a situation, perhaps there would be no returning. Up till now, she had maintained her purity and kindness, but once she broke her vow, the fall could be swift.

This is the so-called broken window effect.

“I need to protect the cleanliness of that child’s ‘tombstone’.”

Prince Xiyaldo said solemnly: “She became the Son of the Moon at such a young age. I don’t even know what kind of hardships she has faced…

“Even if it’s just another person who obtained her memories and appearance, you at least know her past difficulties.”

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“Claiming hatred towards the Son of the Moon, yet protecting them actively… What a pretentious and complicated man.”

Miss Aleister scoffed: “Indeed, she is a tough girl…

“—She used to be a blood slave, number 14. Does that make sense to you?”

“…I understand.”

The expression on Prince Xiyaldo’s face grew even more distressed.

Not his own sins committed, yet he oddly felt a sense of guilt.

… Perhaps this guy could be considered a saint?

“Have you ever considered trying the Path of Devotion?”

Miss Aleister smiled: “You might be surprisingly good at it.”

“No need for such irony.”

Prince Xiyaldo glanced at Miss Aleister, calmly replied: “I am only trying to resolve the crisis in Leipzig, and perhaps you share the same goal as me. I rescued you from the trap that would have caused your fall, and you, as the person prophesied, also helped me rescue others from the conspiracy… our deal is concluded.”

“Want to make a deal with me?”

Miss Aleister revealed a maliciously mocking smile, squeezing her throat to produce a cute voice: “But I’m just a naive child, right? How would I know if you are using me, big brother?”

“…I will reward you.”

“Empty promises, anyone can make those.”

“I will pay in advance.”

Prince Xiyaldo unhesitatingly emitted Kay’s voice: “Please name your price.”

“How generous.”

Miss Aleister sighed: “But I haven’t decided what I want yet…

“…How about ‘an agreement’? As for what specifically, I will tell you when the final payment comes.”

“Shall I make a vow? Very well.”

Prince Xiyaldo extended two fingers, pointing towards the sky beside his temple, and said flatly: “I swear to the Silver-Crowned Dragon, I will fulfill a reasonable agreement for ‘Miss Aleister’.”

Seeing him swiftly make the vow, Miss Aleister couldn’t help but laugh: “You’re not going to stall further? Maybe even without this deal with me, I would have resolved Leipzig’s crisis?”

“If you truly plan to do so, then use this agreement as thanks afterwards.”

Prince Xiyaldo showed no reaction.

Miss Aleister raised an eyebrow, spoon by spoon adding sugar to the red tea in front of her: “It sounds… like you have quite an affection for this city. Tell me, what exactly should I do? Or say, do you already have any clues?”

She was right—even if Prince Xiyaldo hadn’t proposed this deal, she had no intention of letting go of the person who dared to manipulate her mind.

Miss Aleister’s hypothetical enemy included the Fallen Celestial Marshal, so she was quite wary of this—after all, the Sin Card was made by stealing the power of the Fallen Celestial Marshal. What if that person forcibly branded her with the Mark of Sin and drew the attention of the Fallen Celestial Marshal?

“You said you’ve checked the White Dove Opera House, right? Since you’ve come to check, it means this issue has been around for a while now… So what have you found?”

Miss Aleister tapped her ceramic teacup with a spoon, producing a crisp sound, as if signaling the waiter to serve the dishes.

“A very complex ritual—I can only see this situation.”

Prince Xiyaldo answered, “The range of radiation starts from the White Dove Opera House and spreads outwards.

“The first incident occurred a week ago… A normally kind-hearted professor, while explaining a problem to his students, became instantly furious due to repeatedly failing to get through and used a spell to crush a student’s head on the spot.

“Afterwards, he almost immediately regretted it and turned himself in. He thought he was just too angry and lost control of his emotions… At that time, the Police Station thought it was because the student was too outrageous, which drove the professor insane. This incident even made the news and sparked discussions among the citizens.

“The day after the incident, a similar incident occurred—this time it was a designer, renowned for his mild demeanor. While designing a logo for his employer, he used Extraordinary Abilities of the Path of Beauty to fold the terrified fleeing boss into a logo due to repeated failed communications.

“However, he did not choose to turn himself in but chose to flee. It wasn’t long before he was caught and killed by the Demon Scholars… according to subsequent investigations, although the employer’s request was somewhat… foolish. But it was a common request, and being an experienced designer, he surely knew how to handle such orders.

“Another day passed since that incident, when the third case occurred. This was actually the first incident that made us realize there was a problem—it was a mother, teaching her six-year-old child to read Elvish poems to learn the Elvish Language. The child was learning slowly, so the mother suddenly screamed and twisted her child’s neck.

“It was then that the Police Station finally realized there was a problem. They combined the previous two cases into one.”

“It sounds like an act of rage that ‘exists only in imagination.'”

Miss Aleister raised an eyebrow and gave an accurate assessment: “And it seems that the security here is pretty good, isn’t it?”

“That’s why I want to protect Leipzig,”

Prince Xiyaldo nodded, his expression unchanged, his irony subtle: “At least here, we don’t see Demon Scholars cursing Alchemists on the streets. Nor do we see Alchemists burning down the gathering halls of the Demon Scholars.”

“But who knows what might happen later, right?”

Miss Aleister’s mouth curved slightly upwards: “If things continue like this, sooner or later you’ll see the ‘distinctive conflicts’ from other places in Star Antimony here.”

She paused, her tone turning subtle: “Wait, you don’t think that the disputes in other parts of Star Antimony are also…”

“… Of course not. I’m not that naive young man who lives in the Royal Palace and knows nothing. I understand how the conflicts between Alchemists and Demon Scholars formed… and also know that we currently have no means to resolve these problems.”

Prince Xiyaldo shook his head with a complex expression: “But Leipzig is a special case—the conflict between Alchemists and Demon Scholars, to a great extent, is because they’re ‘broke,’ and ultimately it’s due to the maliciousness and cunning of those Goblin Merchants focused on accumulating wealth.

“Count Leipzig, however, sponsored a lot of funds to all the talents, which actually eliminated any motive for conflict among the Transcendents here… This is also the core reason why Leipzig, the City of Knowledge, has become the most prosperous and peaceful city in Star Antimony.”

Miss Aleister raised an eyebrow, understanding the situation.

Prince Xiyaldo, in a sense, was a pessimist.

He soberly recognized the causes of all the chaos, therefore he didn’t believe the situation in Star Antimony had solutions. He didn’t intend to be a mere speculator, nor did he plan to become a wise and virtuous king leading people out of undervaluation. He just planned to hide in a city that could comfort him… That is the most prosperous and peaceful Leipzig, with a high level of culture.

And now, chaos had erupted in Leipzig too.

This was something Prince Xiyaldo couldn’t bear.

If “home” is defined as a place to rest and relax, then in a sense… this place was more like his home than the Royal Palace.

Miss Aleister realized the importance of this matter to Prince Xiyaldo, so she turned slightly serious.

“Speaking of which—was it once a day?”

“Yes, once a day. But not one person per day… From the fourth day, those who fell into rage became a group of people. And today…”

Prince Xiyaldo was silent for a while before he spoke: “Today’s ‘chaos’ hasn’t occurred yet.”