Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 1070 - 429: Turning the Stone, Morning Light Falls on You
The dusk in the palm condenses, the afterglow blooms at the fingertips, transforming into a long and pure golden thread.
As the light ebbed like a tide, the scenery of the chapel faded away, replaced by familiar street views unfolding before the Hero.
"...Is this where you were born?"
A frosted voice came from beside him, carrying inherent arrogance.
"Yes, it’s a place with many memories."
The Hero turned to look. What caught his eye was a short-haired, red-eyed woman. She took off her sunglasses, and her dazzling red eyes, like rubies, scrutinized the ordinary street.
The Empress looked at the Hero, and the Hero also gazed back at the Empress.
The two stared at each other for a long time, then both smiled faintly.
"Won’t you sit down and chat?" the Hero invited casually.
"Lead the way." The Empress nodded slightly.
They walked side by side with matching paces.
Not far away, a pure white villa stood quietly. As they pushed open the gate, a quaint study came into view.
Although it was her first visit, the Empress moved without the slightest trace of awkwardness, as if she had returned home, and followed the Hero into the room, sitting by the warm fireplace.
"What do you think, what is our current status?" The Empress leaned back lazily, asking with interest, "Is it you as the ’Hero’ playing dual roles, portraying both of us? Or did ’I’ successfully reincarnate and become you?"
"There’s no need to distinguish between them." The Hero shook his head.
"I am you."
"Haha, indeed, you are me."
An infinitely close to real dream... So, to what extent does it count as "infinitely close"?
Can that thin line truly separate the two?
Perhaps from the beginning, this should not have been defined as a dream.
Cases like the High-tier Awakening of the Magician often involve awakening "past life" memories and abilities; the Hero’s Sea Shrimp is just such an example.
Compared to being a shrimp in a past life, being an emperor in a past life is certainly easier to accept, right?
Therefore, the Empress is actually one of the Hero’s past lives.
Everything is real.
The Empress indeed existed, and the world did indeed end. However, that final destruction was preserved, backtracked, and eventually corrected as if it never existed.
Yet everything is also a dream.
Because there is no material evidence, no lasting trace left in this long span of time, except for hazy memories.
The Sea Shrimp slashed through a great waterfall, while other Magicians can find traces of their past lives in historical documents.
But this Empress, once ruling and burning a kingdom and ultimately redeeming the world, does not exist anywhere, in any records, in anyone else’s memories.
So, this is merely an illusory simulation, a foreknowledge of different pasts.
The Hero dreamt of the Empress, while the Empress transformed herself into the Hero’s dream.
Did she dream of herself becoming the Hero’s Empress or was she reincarnated as the Hero’s Empress in a dream?
Was the world destroyed and then reborn, or did the world never perish, and it was all just a dream?
To vainly distinguish truth from illusion is merely a meaningless futility.
"Just do what you need to do." The Hero said softly, then reached out to the Empress.
"Precisely." The Empress nodded satisfactorily, took the Hero’s hand, and rose.
The two exchanged smiles, and then, the surrounding scenery blurred and dissipated like a mirage.
It was replaced by an infinitely expansive pure white ground.
In the center of this empty whiteness was a round table, surrounded by nine empty chairs.
This is the backstage of the Wandering Country... or rather, the backstage of the Angel Theater.
Although the surface prototype theater has been invaded by the shadow of the Dragon Nest, relying on its close-to-absolute sealed nature, the theater of the Angel Country still retains its final purity.
So, despite its scale being ten times smaller, this Divine Domain Array still holds the potential to be completed.
And in the completed Wandering Theater, the sequence of time is meaningless. Because all joys and sorrows have already been staged, all cause and Destiny can be reenacted.
Because she is the Hero, she can use the Transformation of the Beast Spirit; because she is the Empress, she can claim control over the Kingdom theater.
Therefore, there is no need to return oneself to the past, nor erase one’s present self.
All that’s needed is to rewind the Time of the entire world to before the arrival of dusk, transforming this age-long era into a fantasy seen by a girl dreaming in a flower field.
All aspects will converge at this moment.
The only thing left behind will be the Rapier that witnessed the end and is about to cross epochs.
The Hero raised the Holy Sword high, its guard blooming like a flower, and the dusk-colored Radiance condensed into a long sword blade that shot straight at the sky, allowing auroral splendor to spread through the void.
"Then, let’s begin." The girl said aloud.
"The first seat." The light screen in the void rippled, and the fish-tailed girl holding the Sea Shrimp appeared, revealing a bashful smile.
At the same time, the white-haired, golden-eyed Moon People descended from the sky, expression indifferent, yet first nodded to the Siren, who hurriedly returned the greeting.
Then the two sat shoulder to shoulder, slightly crowded, onto the first chair.
"The second seat." The golden-haired Alice ran out happily, excitedly circling the Hero a few times, then curiously took the Holy Sword and swung it twice before cheerfully jumping onto the second chair, her little feet leisurely swinging back and forth in mid-air.
