Chapter 1370: 1370 Can’t You Think About Anything Else?

After getting elbowed repeatedly by BS Cicada, Rita finally sent BSSmoke Tune a pop up message through BS as the Adjudicator.

Little sis looking for you. Come ASAP.

The reply came instantly.

Can it wait half an hour? I’m repainting your house.

After relaying the response to BS Cicada, Rita covered her arm and asked, "She said half an hour. Can you stop elbowing me now?"

It did not hurt, but the whole thing felt ridiculously childish.

Lightchaser and Cinders had already been watching the two of them whisper and jab each other for ages.

BS Cicada still looked dissatisfied.

"It takes half an hour to paint your walls?"

Ever since Graveyard of Bones began, Rita had been so busy her feet barely touched the ground. She genuinely had not gone home once.

Her old house definitely would not have taken that long.

But as for what her home looked like now, she honestly had no idea.

Only Nivalis had seen it.

Nivalis’s exact words had been:

"No matter how many people you bring home in the future, there’ll still be room. The backyard where the cats live now is about the size of your old house."

Rita replied, "Probably. You know how serious Smoke Tune is when she works."

Only then did BS Cicada lower her elbow in satisfaction.

"I’ll go make some flower tea for everyone on the ship."

Then she left.

Heartless Temptation and Flower Crown Murder, which had been climbing all over their shoulders fighting each other, finally separated as well.

The River of Time shifted endlessly.

No one knew how long it would take to reach the next world dock.

Rita sat by the captain’s cabin window, resting her head on one hand while staring blankly at the lively deck outside.

She had never imagined a scene like this.

Even though everyone still instinctively divided into their own groups because of old grudges, the atmosphere was no longer tense.

It felt more like a game event happening aboard a cruise ship.

Rita could not help thinking how nice it would have been if she had discovered this method earlier.

If only she had uncovered the secret behind reward exchanges right after leaving QM Foolishness.

If only it had happened half a month sooner.

Maybe more worlds and lives could have survived.

But then again, if she had not found the King, she never would have learned about reward exchanges.

And without the upgraded Cat’s Ideal, carrying this many worlds would have been impossible anyway.

She let out a long sigh and stopped dwelling on it.

There was still far too much to do.

Ultimate Art: Waste Guide.

The River of Time froze.

Everyone on deck, whether talking or playing around, stopped completely.

Rita’s skills could now affect gods.

And after pouring 100 points into the Ultimate Art, the duration of the time stop had more than tripled.

It now lasted 150 hours.

Rita pulled World Sigh from her forehead and began writing.

These days, she was carrying over a hundred worlds around with her.

That meant consuming over a hundred World Sighs every day.

Time was tight.

After gathering the remaining Starsea worlds, she still had to return to Graveyard of Bones and continue farming.

And once she finished with this timeline, she intended to check the other one too.

The feather pen touched the page.

She began supplementing the sigh for Forest Sea.

But the moment she finished the first sentence, Rita noticed something strange.

One of the unknown flames that had entered her forehead suddenly flickered.

She focused carefully.

While observing the blue fragments drifting through her sea of consciousness, she continued writing another short passage.

As memories and records flowed from her pen, the blue fragments in her consciousness slowly began moving.

There was no clear pattern yet.

Still, Rita realized something.

Perhaps increasing her soul fire cap was not the most important function of these things.

Gradually, images and information began flashing through her mind.

Forest Sea.

But not the Forest Sea of this era.

Her writing slowed more and more.

Yet her eyes grew brighter.

Storms sweeping through endless tree seas reflected faintly within her pupils.

Maybe...

Maybe she had begun stealing authority far earlier than Order Clock had noticed.

Perhaps the most precious thing worlds and living beings possessed was not skills, equipment, items, or race specific inventions.

Perhaps it was the choices made again and again when facing despair and impossible decisions.

Maybe that was what soul fire truly was.

One round of time stop ended.

Rita immediately activated Waste Guide again without hesitation.

Forest Sea.

Snowland.

Beacon.

Mountain Isles.

The Tides.

Rita expanded every world she had previously written about.

She recorded old stories.

Forgotten customs and lost information buried in the River of Time.

Different choices made by different leaders while facing identical circumstances.

Rita honestly documented one undeniable fact.

Before the bells rang, not every leader and living being hated war.

And before destruction arrived, not every leader was filled with regret and unwillingness.

Those who managed to lead their people all the way to the final bell often looked back on their magnificent lives with nothing but exhilaration.

Did the Möbius ring beneath Order Clock represent infinite cycles?

Or chaos and the undefinable?

Again and again, she witnessed the birth and destruction of worlds.

The blue fragments within her sea of consciousness became increasingly active.

...

"I still feel lucky we left Isolated Isle back then," Cinders sighed.

But after speaking, several seconds passed without a response from Lightchaser.

She turned her head and discovered Lightchaser staring at her serpent shaped brooch.

"What is it?"

The brooch had changed slightly.

The black serpent’s eyes now glowed with blue light, and its upper body had risen upright.

Clearly, it had entered attack mode.

And it was not just happening here.

Cinders calmly swept her gaze across the deck and noticed subtle abnormalities everywhere.

Some players and gods were suddenly lowering their heads to inspect certain items on themselves.

Others had instinctively activated defensive skills.

Meanwhile, the captain was loudly demanding to know who had used time stop to peek at his mahjong tiles.

At the same time, Lightchaser finally answered.

"Someone used time stop. More than once."

Cinders raised a brow.

As if sensing something, she looked upward just in time to see BS Rita walking out of the captain’s cabin.

The aura around her resembled the one Cinders had seen back on the war cruise.

Like a walking volume of history.

But it also felt different now.

Last time, Rita had seemed buried within those stories, suffocating beneath them.

Now, though her eyes still held countless emotions and histories, her expression was open and calm.

It was as if she had stepped outside the history she wrote and become a mere observer.

What exactly had her student witnessed...?

No.

She could not call her a student anymore.

That passionate teenager who once shouted toward the audience, "For the next four years, GodDraw77 will begin because of me," had already run far ahead.

She had reached heights even gods had never touched.

Leaving every player behind.

Cinders sighed softly.

"I wonder what she went through this time..."

Lightchaser answered gravely, "Yeah."

Cinders glanced at her.

"You felt it too, didn’t you?"

Lightchaser’s tone grew serious.

"She got stronger again."

Cinders: "...Strong, strong, strong! Is that seriously all you ever think about?"

Lightchaser’s ears twitched.

After holding it in for a while, she finally muttered:

"...Her hair got longer."

Cinders replied flatly, "Get lost."