This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1082 Divine Game My World27 Snowfield
The fastest way to anger a Misttail is to wear clothing with more than two digit colors.
It is a very niche rule, because under normal circumstances, no one goes out wearing ten different colors and then just happens to wander into Misttail territory.
But accidents exist in this world.
That day... it is a long story. In short, it happened.
Who would have thought that the plush dolls hanging from my Tail Tip counted too.
One doll already had three colors, and I had three dolls, one on each tail...
In the end, I managed to save myself through my own abilities, because a Misttail moon fox had offended a Voidtail moon fox, and they needed a scholar who understood Voidtail customs to help mediate.
Even though the Misttail moon foxes had already organized a group of students and were about to set out, unbelievable, did they think this was a graduation trip, under my relentless self promotion, I was finally stuffed into the group at the very last moment.
That was how I left Misttail territory and entered Voidtail territory.
And then I got arrested again.
This time the reason was that Voidtail territory forbids dragging all tails on the ground, because it stirs up dust when walking, and Voidtail moon foxes are obsessive about cleanliness.
So this is why you are squatting in a Voidtail moon fox jail now?
A Misttail friend sharing the cell asked me that.
I said, yes. Just tell me whether I escaped your jail on my own abilities or not.
The Misttail said nothing and snatched one of my dolls.
After leaving Voidtail territory, I set out again.
For a long time, I was genuinely confused. Why does everyone not simply hang their clan rules outside their territory?
But after squatting in the jails of three hundred clans, I felt like I understood something.
Moon foxes probably just find it fun. Like playing a game. Maybe it is a shared unspoken agreement among elders, find an excuse to forcibly keep moon foxes from other clans around to play for a while.
The jails are decorated no differently from ordinary moon fox homes. Private bathrooms, meals included. Aside from freedom, most of our demands can be met.
But even freedom is not completely absent. If a local young moon fox comes to invite me out to play, under such special circumstances, a guilty fox is allowed to leave the cell. The problem is, I was invited almost every day.
I remembered when I had not yet graduated. Back then, there were often rumors in the territory that another moon fox who violated our customs had been caught.
Whenever that happened, young moon foxes would rush to see the outsider and invite them out to play.
No wonder Flametail and Flowertail moon foxes could argue over a small matter for half a year and even drag Windtail moon foxes into it.
No wonder one of the graduation requirements was to visit at least ten different clan territories.
No wonder teachers and slightly older moon foxes always encouraged the young ones to go out more. The outside world is fun. There will be many moon foxes to play with.
Yes, the elders did not lie to me. The outside world is very fun. There really are many, many moon foxes to play with.
This is Snowfield, a massive amusement park. As long as you are willing, you never have to grow up.
Those customs and taboos are real, but moon foxes only ever impose them on themselves. As long as no one deliberately provokes after knowing the rules, moon foxes do not like forcing others.
So many clans. So many complex customs. Things that should have created distance and coldness. Somehow, starting from some unknown generation, everyone turned these differences into an adventure game that could be played for a lifetime without getting bored.
Every clan is a unique game map. But to preserve a sense of authenticity, adults have to maintain mystery.
The most interesting part of this game is that players do not know it is a game.
Yet when you finally understand and see through it all, what you feel is not disappointment or disillusionment, but realization mixed with loss.
If only I had understood it a little later. What an interesting adventure.
Of course, it does not matter how early you understand it. Snowfield is right here. We can pretend to be foolish and keep playing this adventure game forever.
In the past, I only thought that seven hundred and sixty six clans were far too many. So many that every time I stared out the window during class, I wondered why moon foxes needed so many clans. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Later... later, too many stories happened.
765... 672... 548... 315...
So games do end one day. And in such a cruel way.
Snowfield
...
Rita put down her pen and let out a long breath.
When Snowfield shattered, there were still two hundred and one clans. Now only seventy two remain.
Did they all perish while invading other worlds together with Lania Kaia?
She had looked through the invasion records stored by BS. In the past, Lania Kaia had endured nine invasions of varying scale. Not only moon foxes suffered heavy losses in those wars, the undead did as well. There had originally been as many as nine Undead Sovereigns.
She did not believe moon foxes did not hate the undead. But hatred and利益 had long been tangled together beyond separation. What could anyone do?
Responsibility should not be guided by personal likes and dislikes.
Reality kept deepening her understanding of that sentence again and again.
BS Rita.
Calico’s voice rang out on the deck.
Is that the small boat you have been looking for?
Rita immediately rushed onto the deck and saw the white boat already hooked by B80’s skill.
Together with B80, she hauled the small boat onto Cat’s Ideal. At the stern, she found a crest shaped like a crown.
This was the very boat Lightchaser had exchanged for with her soul flame.
For now, she could only tie the boat alongside Cat’s Ideal, because she still did not know how to turn it back into soul flame and return it to Lightchaser.
It might be extremely difficult, or maybe there was no way at all. Otherwise, Lightchaser and Ash Cinders would not have abandoned it so decisively in the river of time back then. But what if?
The only downside was that after finding this boat, the effect of her Moon Courier skill disappeared.
That was clearly troublesome. She could not immediately find anything to replace it.
The skill description read, mark an object or a being you have once seen and set it as your letter. You will always be able to sense the letter’s location and status. When you are in a state of wanting to find the letter but being unable to do so, all your skill cooldowns will be reduced by half.
This meant she could not casually mark just any object.
She tried taking out a potion she considered very important, marked it, and threw it into the river of time. She returned to her room and wrote for a while, only to find the mark had disappeared. Moon Courier had never activated at all.
Was it because the system judged that she did not truly want to find that potion?
Indeed, even for experimentation, she was unwilling to use those top tier potions of which she only owned a single bottle. Whether she found that potion or not did not truly matter to her.
Only marking something she genuinely wanted to find but truly could not at the moment...
Hm. She seemed to have an idea.
You use me. Then it is perfectly reasonable for me to use you a little too.
You have marked ■■
Rita glanced at her skill interface. Good. It worked.
As she picked up her pen and continued recording a new civilization, a brief doubt flashed through her mind.
Why did the notification You are being watched not appear this time?
No prompt for marking? That was possible too.
