Chapter 1364: 1364 Divine Game: Graveyard of Bones 86

[Incomplete Order Talent: "Sovereign"]

(Current Progress: 92%┃Soul Fire: 26/2103)

[Ability One] Save & Load

Timeline Branches

Save a timeline branch as your own.

"Sovereign" may designate a target and read that target’s data from a backup timeline, temporarily swapping the target in Sovereign’s timeline with the target from the backup timeline.

If Sovereign targets herself, she may summon herself from that backup timeline.

Save the current timeline as a file:

When Sovereign uses Load, everything in that timeline returns to the saved point.

Player Archives

Sovereign may save the archives of herself or any player.

By loading those archives, the player’s state can be reverted to that saved moment.

Talent Abilities

Read any target’s divine talent ability and save it into your own archive.

(Current Saved Timeline Branches: 1┃Locked Soul Fire: 10)

(Current Saved Player Archives: 1┃Locked Soul Fire: 10)

(Current Saved Talent Abilities: 0┃Locked Soul Fire: 0)

[Ability Two] Establish Rules

As Sovereign, you may establish the rules of the world.

Soul fire consumption depends on the strength of the rule modification.

Until Sovereign cancels the rule, the consumed soul fire remains locked.

[Ability Three] New Order...

The third ability flickered continuously.

And inside Rita’s mind, several intermittent warnings echoed.

[Warning... beyond order...]

[Detected the birth of a new authority... a new order is being born...]

Rita’s brow twitched.

It was a sense of crisis she had not felt in a very long time.

She immediately returned to Cat’s Ideal and informed everyone before taking several worlds possessing high level world skills with her, including Tingo, Nuclear Flash, and Fury.

This time Nivalis reacted instantly.

She gave up trying to emotionally move Rita with her eyes and instead leapt directly onto Rita’s other shoulder, welding herself firmly in place.

Returning to the miniature Order Clock with ten miniature worlds, Rita instructed the leaders of those worlds through battle chat to activate their world skills while simultaneously firing an Adjudicator bullet into each world.

The leaders who had been packed away together with their worlds had no idea what was happening.

But BS Rita could stop the pendulum itself.

What more was there to ask?

One world after another lit up with different colors.

Rita accelerated the process of using worlds to "collide" against the pendulum.

Previously, every collision required waiting for BS to recover somewhat.

Now multiple worlds rotated through the process one after another.

Her speed of plundering soul fire instantly multiplied several times over.

[Chaotic order is attempting recalibration.]

Sweat even began forming on Rita’s forehead.

But amid the repeated warning sounds, she suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass.

Turning inward through her consciousness, she discovered it was the clock arena that had appeared when her attributes reached maximum values and she began transcending divine gifts.

That mysterious clock arena, whose symbolism remained unknown and perhaps represented some sort of mark, had begun cracking apart.

And as more and more soul fire surged into her forehead, the cracks spread until they covered the entire surface.

The blue star fragments within the Möbius strip became increasingly sparse.

And as their density decreased, every remaining fragment silently enlarged to compensate for the gaps left behind.

It was only at this moment that both Rita and the still lingering BSCicada finally realized the true nature of those blue fragments.

World fragments.

Crash!

The clock arena within her consciousness finally shattered completely.

But in the next instant, it ignited into blazing flames.

Within the flowing fire, a white gold book was born.

Its pages flipped endlessly in a windless void.

The white Flower Crown Murder rested casually between the pages.

Lightning wrapped around sighs.

It was that World Sigh.

The World Sigh that had always followed her without occupying any magical equipment slot.

Only now, the book’s colors had changed drastically.

They had become the same colors formed when Vine and lightning combined.

The warning sounds vanished.

And the third ability finally stabilized.

[Ability Three] New Order (Passive)

When the recorder of history is writing a new history and establishing a new order, they cannot be detected, restrained, or erased by any rules or order.

Using her consciousness, Rita flipped through the World Sigh within her mind.

She discovered the contents no longer only included the things she had personally written before.

It had also begun condensing stories from previous epochs.

Worlds shattered by war.

Those unwilling to give up rebuilding their worlds despite repeated failures.

The numb resignation of beings dragged into invasion sequences and forced to join endless slaughter.

Different people repeating similar stories.

And the mastermind behind it all never grew tired of watching.

Were these the lingering memories hidden inside the world fragments she had devoured?

The first page still contained the foreword she had written long ago while standing on the ship and gazing toward the war cruise liner.

"Before the Sigh Sounds...

Standing atop the Mu tree grants ownership of an entire forest sea.

The orchestra beneath the ocean has not disbanded.

Seven hundred sixty six amusement parks are still operating.

Vine has not yet illuminated.

Candles have not gone out.

Mountain Isles has not sunk beneath the sea.

Fruit speech fills the mountains.

Midsummer has more good weather than bad.

Landscale stands on the deck with arms spread wide, smiling as she welcomes the tides.

Lightchaser Among Antlers and the wind whales are still young...

Before the Sigh Sounds, I will make BS deviate from its destined course.

—Prologue."

But the ending she had once written had changed.

"Before the final bell tolls, I will make Starsea deviate from its destined course."

The ending she had written upon comprehending Sovereign now appeared vertically across the cover of World Sigh.

Rita flipped to the final page.

Only a suffix remained there:

"—Ending"

As though waiting for her to fill in the blank.

Using her consciousness, Rita closed the World Sigh.

She still had not decided the ending between herself and her enemies.

Then she thought of something.

She reopened to the first page and added another sentence to the end of the prologue.

"Lightchaser Among Antlers and the wind whales are still young. Autumn Deer is still foolishly chasing bees."

Slowly opening her eyes again, she let out a faint sigh.

Then she continued using worlds to collide against the pendulum.

One quarter of the blue fragments inside the Möbius strip had already disappeared.

Just a little more.

She intended to take all of them away.

Rita spent three uninterrupted days beside the miniature Order Clock.

Even BSCicada had already exchanged rewards and left.

Rita still remained here.

It was not that she did not want to kill Quiet Mountain players to reduce her fatal weaknesses.

But after obtaining New Order, all game quests had turned gray.

Of course.

Game quests themselves were also a kind of rule.

In other words, even if Quiet Mountain players killed her now, they would receive no quest rewards from doing so.

But one thing deeply concerned Rita.

Her fatal weaknesses still remained at four.

They had neither decreased nor vanished.

This proved that fatal weaknesses were not derived from some external rule.

They resembled an objective truth or definition far more closely.

As though once one surpassed a certain limit, such flaws inevitably existed.

Perhaps within this world, within this universe, truly perfect existences did not exist at all.

Even beings who transcended limits were still destined to possess certain imperfections.

The only thing they could do was reduce them through various means.

And perhaps even that reduction had a limit.

But then why would Order Clock and Divine Game help players reduce fatal weaknesses?

A sentence Sea Pony had spoken many years ago suddenly surfaced in her mind.

"You are being carved."

Carved to remove flaws.

Carved toward perfection.

Like removing impurities.

Like preparing an ingredient.