This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1076 Divine Game My World 21

Rita woke to a new sigh.

Staring out at the river of time beyond the window, she felt a little dazed. Her mind was still full of music.

And she was now certain of one thing. Hippie truly was ruled by the Skycrab.

At first, the relationship between the shore dwelling merfolk and the Skycrab had been relatively peaceful. Just as Skycrab claimed, the merfolk held awe for beings capable of controlling the sea.

But that awe was rooted in mystery. Once Skycrab began going ashore frequently to play, that mystery slowly faded, and many things began to disappear.

The merfolk started causing trouble. After Skycrab noticed, they directly collapsed the merfolk economy, driving it into chaos. This was followed by decades of peace.

Then, the merfolk forgot the lesson, caused trouble again, had their economy crushed again, and peace returned for another few decades.

Rita decided that when she returned, she would set rules to restrain the Skycrab a little.

She felt that you could grab any random member of that race and throw them onto Wall Street.

Yet the perspectives she experienced never involved personally executing those financial wars. Hippie did not seem interested in teaching her such techniques.

Instead, it wanted her to remember the strange instruments, the lost musical scores, the stories passed down among the Skycrab, and the many shops that nearly every Skycrab had heard of but many had never visited.

Rita did not understand how Skycrab manipulated the sea or the economy, but she knew exactly why those shops were famous, their layouts, their signature products, and their crafting processes.

Even those trips ashore felt like lessons meant to help her understand the merfolk, including a stretch of history explaining why Skycrab lived in the sea while merfolk lived on land.

It reminded her of Brilliance. That world had been the same.

It had taught her gemstone crafting knowledge, but more than teaching her how to make gems, it felt like it wanted her to become a recorder.

The customs before Fireglint gemstone processing. The attention to weather and seasons.

Preferences in selecting gemstones. Fireglint were divided into thirty six clans based on the color and type of the gemstones in their pupils and hearts, and each clan had gemstone colors and types they would never craft.

And the lost formulas.

Rita walked to the desk and placed both hands on its edge.

You are like a walking history.

She thought she finally understood what these worlds wanted her to do.

Of course, worlds cherished extraordinary players who fought for them to the very end. Those geniuses, those legendary leaders and rulers, if they wished, were capable of recording their own lives and legends.

But the histories and civilizations that vanished along with shattered worlds were lost forever. No being could know everything that had once been worth recording.

The survivors carried fragments of their histories and cultures into new worlds, yet they might lack the ability or the will to restore what had once existed.

That was what these worlds regretted.

They did not regret the success or failure of any single being. They did not pity themselves. They mourned the things completely erased by war, the things that might no longer hold great value or meaning after the age of the game descended.

She sighed softly.

She could not untangle how she had been pushed to this point. She was still worrying about the survival of BS and its future, yet now she was supposed to record the civilizations of other worlds.

She asked, "How long until the next dock?"

Calico and B80, who had avoided disturbing her due to the aura surrounding her since she woke, both snapped back to attention. Calico answered, "At fastest, forty minutes."

Idle time was still time. Rita thought so, and began rummaging through the gacha machine for paper and pen.

When she pulled out a crumpled notebook she used to record alchemy insights and a self refilling feather pen, two anxious and panicked sighs echoed through the Captain’s cabin.

Two streaks of light burst from her body, forming an exquisitely crafted parchment notebook and a fountain pen so ornate it looked like a legendary grade item.

Rita fell silent.

She swore she heard something like, take this pen, use this one.

She quietly put away the paper and pens she had scavenged from Apache long ago, and accepted the notebook and pen practically shoved into her face.

Wait, where did these come from.

She opened her game interface.

World Sigh 2. Brilliance and Hippie World Sigh have entered a brief dormancy. Dormancy duration three Starsea days.

Good. They were still there, just on cooldown. Otherwise she feared she might end up writing slanderous drafts about Brilliance and Hippie.

She used Clock Reversal to halve the cooldown of Flower of Deceit. The golden rain curtain condensed into a chair behind her. Rita sat down and opened the notebook.

Excellent. Truly worthy of something related to World Sigh. The notebook allowed real time typo correction, adding and removing text, copy paste and undo. Finished sections could even be rearranged.

Nearly perfect. If only it could connect to a keyboard.

As for the pen, it was equally versatile. It could switch brush styles and ink colors.

Was it going to make her draw illustrations too.

She flipped dozens of pages back, instinctively leaving space for BS. Then she paused, flipped back again. No, no. Why leave space. What she was writing was not exactly auspicious.

She left only a few pages as a table of contents, then raised the pen and wrote the name of the first world.

Brilliance.

There was not much time. If she did not live long either, she would at least draft an outline.

Wrathful Moon rose into the air, illuminating the desk even more brightly.

Under the control of two cat paws, Cat’s Ideal slowly turned, carrying her toward the next world dock and the next sigh.

...

Maple Syrup stood at the stern, letting the wind brush over her.

The pace of this Divine Game was not especially tense. Although invasion and counter invasion duels happened every hour, once finished, players could rest while waiting for the refresh.

"Did you see her ship today?"

Pine Bloom stopped beside her and handed over a cup of hot tea.

Maple Syrup did not deny what she had been watching. She took the tea and replied, "No."

Pine Bloom did not leave. She also stared toward the end of the river of time.

"Did you see her ship today?"

Peach Crown arrived. The last Owl of this war cruise ship.

Maple Syrup and Pine Bloom both shook their heads.

The three Owls were not truly that concerned about BS Rita’s life or progress. They were acting this way because just a few days ago, the war cruise ship had passed the world dock of Forest Sea.

The moon at that dock, shaped from a long curled leaf, had only an outline left.

The remnant moon of Forest Sea after its death had been eaten by her.

Even if they did encounter her, they probably would not ask.

When BS Rita consumed the World Sigh of Brilliance, Maple Syrup and the others had wondered why Fury Prayer was not curious. Why he did not stop BS Rita and ask what Brilliance’s regret was.

But when it came to Forest Sea, they suddenly understood.

Fury Prayer was afraid.

Afraid that within Brilliance’s regret lay a failed war against invasion. Afraid that within Brilliance’s World Sigh was disappointment toward him.

Even at eighteenth tier, facing Brilliance’s sigh, he could only retreat again and again.