This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1087 Divine Game My World32

Nuclear Flash still shattered.

Even though every kind of fruit made the same choice, everything came too fast. There was no time to level up. They did not even know what the Divine Game truly was before Nuclear Flash broke apart.

It was just like BS in its previous life. At least BS had technology of all kinds. The only thing special about the Fruitlings was their ability to turn into small humanoid forms.

Fortunately, the Fruitlings sacrifices were not in vain. Nuclear Flash NightFury, Nuclear Flash Guava, and others rebuilt Nuclear Flash.

Rita had seen them within the World Sighs. Their original names were not NightFury or Guava. Those were fruit names, not names suited for individuals, just as BS players could not simply be called Human, and Snowfield players could not just be called Moon Fox.

But after Nuclear Flash shattered for the first time, they renamed themselves and succeeded, because they were the last NightFury and the last Guava of Nuclear Flash.

Rita rested her elbows on the desk, eyes shut tight, fingers curled against her forehead.

B80 gently placed a hand on top of her head. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Rita’s voice was muffled. Ever since she chose The Silent Traveler, she had gained no new skills at all. The Brilliance fragments that had once filled her soul flame like a progress bar had reset and begun counting again.

More importantly, after the number of World Sighs she had listened to exceeded fifty, her soul flame could no longer suppress the emotions born from them. She often needed time just to steady herself.

That jar shaped soul flame flickered from time to time. The World Sighs were already affecting it.

But she could not stop.

She needed to know what came next for The Silent Traveler.

"The war cruise ship," Calico suddenly called out. "Captain, should we avoid it?"

Rita had already picked up her pen again, preparing to write about another world. She replied casually, "No need. Just keep our distance."

A few minutes later, a NightFury fruit flew in through the window and slammed onto Rita’s desk, knocking her pen aside and snapping her train of thought in half.

Her brows knit tighter, but when she saw the NightFury fruit, she could not help sighing again. In her mind was the image of Nuclear Flash NightFury, wearing overalls, sitting on the floor, crying with tears and snot all over their face while still forcing NightFury fruit into their mouth.

So bitter.

She picked up the NightFury fruit, and a spreading bitterness welled up in her chest.

Calico said seriously, "Sixty two times. That is your sixty second sigh today."

Rita was amused by Calico’s earnest tone, and her mood lightened a little. She put the pen down entirely, held the NightFury fruit, and walked onto the deck, looking toward the war cruise ship.

Looking at all the players gathered on its deck.

Had something gone wrong with the game? She had thought she was looking at a luxury sightseeing cruise. Why was everyone crowded on the deck?

The distance between the two ships was not small, which softened the difference in height. At least Rita did not need to crane her neck too obviously to look at them. She tossed the NightFury fruit lightly and smiled.

"Are you all here to welcome me?"

BS Rita had changed a lot. Not in appearance or strength, but in something hard to describe. Perhaps even she herself did not notice it.

The moment you saw her, you felt an urge to sigh, as if you were looking at ruined world docks and broken moons.

"You saw Nuclear Flash’s sigh, didn’t you?" Nuclear Flash NightFury, sitting on the railing, was the first to break the silence. She stated her demand directly. "No matter what you saw, you are not allowed to tell any players outside the Fruitlings."

Her tone was forceful, but not unpleasant.

Perhaps because Rita had just finished writing about Nuclear Flash, she was in a good mood. She tossed the NightFury fruit back and used the opportunity to lay down her own rules.

"I saw and recorded every civilization that was lost when worlds shattered. I mean all of them. If you need them, you can purchase them from me. Each world’s civilization will only be sold to players from that world."

Her meaning was unmistakable. Not only would Nuclear Flash’s information not be shared with non Fruitling players, even Fruitlings themselves would have to pay if they wanted it.

The deck fell silent for a moment. Then some players immediately grew restless.

No one said anything foolish like this belongs to our world how can you sell it. Anyone who could enter the Divine Game was above the average intelligence of their race. They instantly understood how unique and valuable this transaction was.

Rita scanned the deck and spotted Lightchaser and Ash Cinders. What startled her was that their first reaction was to avoid her gaze, deliberately refusing to make eye contact.

What was going on?

She looked toward Mistblade, Pine Bloom, Crab, seeking an answer.

What shocked her even more was that every single one of them avoided her eyes. They looked at the sky, the ground, the sea, anywhere but her.

This was wrong. It did not feel like hostility or estrangement. It felt more like they were pretending not to know her.

What had she done that was about to blow up?

With a thought, she slowed Cat’s Ideal to sail parallel with the war cruise ship, then quickly locked onto the nearest familiar face.

Maple Syrup.

This one did not avoid her gaze. When Rita looked over, Maple Syrup paused her conversation with Peach Crown and studied Rita with an extremely strange look.

Thinking back carefully, when Rita had first stepped out of the Captain’s room and met the gazes of the players on the war cruise ship, their looks had also been odd to varying degrees. It was just that their attention later shifted to Nuclear Flash NightFury’s question and the deal Rita proposed.

Rita asked, curious, "Did something happen?"

If it was bad news, Maple Syrup would surely be delighted to explain.

And she was.

Maple Syrup asked, "Did you trick a little Mechanoid into going to BS?"

Rita replied, "...What do you mean trick? We are friends."

As she said this, Ash Cinders clearly tugged the corner of his mouth. The teacher stopped pretending and looked over with a smile, clearly waiting to enjoy the show.

Maple Syrup did not argue. She nodded solemnly, as if she believed Rita completely, then continued.

"This morning when Pine Bloom called BS, your BS councilor happened to be at your place. Nivalis and that little Mechanoid were arguing."

Rita felt a chill creep up her spine. "...And then?"

Maple Syrup said, "Then that little Mechanoid shouted something. We all heard it."

Rita’s mind raced. Had she said anything outrageous to Y128? No. Nothing at all. Everything had been proper. She forced a laugh and started backing toward the Captain’s room.

"Really? Pets arguing is nothing serious. You all carry on."

Maple Syrup would never let her off so easily. She raised her voice and chased after her.

"That little Mechanoid yelled at your dragon, ’Do you have any idea how exciting it is when BS Rita wants to kill me while also saying she likes me? You understand nothing at all!’"

Rita froze.

This was bad.

Her reputation...