This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1100 Divine Game My World 45

The golden rain curtain turned into steps. Rita walked along the glowing staircase and reached the full moon suspended above the BS dock.

The world’s gate was also a complete moon.

As the Adjudicator, she held authority over everything in BS, including this gate.

(Rita): If I take this gate away, what effect will it have on you?

(BS): Unknown. No player has ever done this.

Rita tugged at the corner of her mouth in a faint smile. The smile was so resolute it looked cold. The bow was already drawn. Having come this far, she would not stop. She had never considered stopping.

"Then I hope you will still be here."

She cast one last look toward the war cruise ship, at the players who had already unlocked countless war skills and world skills.

She hoped that when everything ended, she and BS would still remain.

She reached out and lifted the full moon down. The world dock began to tremble as if on the verge of collapse. Rita casually tossed the moon toward Wrathful Moon, as if it were just an ordinary piece of fruit.

"A complete moon."

The lantern moved and caught it. Moonlight flared, and the moon, about the size of a ship’s wheel, appeared within the lantern.

Rita did not look at Wrathful Moon again. She focused on what lay ahead.

She did not know how many skills it would take to achieve what she wanted.

Over the past days, she had entered the divine space four times. Each time, the accumulated World Sighs vanished, but every time she devoured a broken moon, she gained one World Sigh. These sighs were special, perhaps of a higher tier. In any case, they did not enter the soul flame vessel and could not be absorbed by the mysterious space. The World Sighs she possessed now were enough to use (Before the Sigh Sounds) once.

(World Sigh: 122)

Half of the world dock had already collapsed. Through the fractured gate of light, she could see BS in the distance.

She removed (Echoes of the Snowbound Realm) from her neck and reached her hand through the裂缝 while gripping the collar. The golden rain curtain flowed in the direction of her fingers, wrapping around the collar as it extended, flying together toward that distant, tiny world.

At the same time, in her capacity as Adjudicator, she issued an order to BS.

(BS Adjudicator: All players still inside instances must exit immediately)

(BS Announcement: Warning. Warning. All players must exit instances immediately)

Calico had been sitting quietly on the deck watching everything unfold. Now it finally spoke.

"You are trying to drag your world onto the river of time. Run away with it?"

Rita answered, "Yes."

Calico stood up uneasily and began pacing across the deck. "Are you sure? Cat’s Ideal cannot pull it right now. At the very least, we would need to bring back the other vice captains."

"Let us try."

"Try? Try?!" Calico stared at her in disbelief and turned to B80. "Did you hear that? She said try?!"

B80 said, "I heard it."

Calico said, "Was she not supposed to be extremely cautious, according to the rumors?"

B80 tried hard to recall the past. It wanted to argue but hesitated several times before finally saying, "Where did you hear those rumors?"

Calico paused. What was that supposed to mean?

The deck of the war cruise ship was packed with players. Everyone who had not yet lost their game qualification due to frequent world transfers had gathered there.

"What is she doing?"

"No idea."

"It looks like she wants to drag her world into the river of time?"

"What kind of strategy is that?"

"Is there a world skill that can move a world?"

"There is no such world skill. And what is the point of moving once invasion has begun?"

"This discussion is pointless. She cannot possibly have a world skill anyway."

"How many minutes until settlement?"

"Nine minutes."

Amid the noise, Rita had already closed her eyes and used the single charge of (Before the Sigh Sounds).

(Skill generating...)

She did not know what kind of skill would be created. She only knew what she wanted.

The black collar transformed into an endless ribbon like scroll. Golden rain filled the sky and intertwined with the black silk, wrapping around the blue water sphere like a gentle embrace.

At a certain moment, she opened her eyes sharply and called to Calico, "Prepare to sail!"

Calico sprinted to the stern and grabbed the helm. As it ran, it shouted, "I have to remind you again, I am a shipwright, not a helmsman. All I can say is, I will try!!"

Rita laughed. "Then let us try together."

(BS Adjudicator: Exit instances. This is an order)

After the final warning, she tightened her grip on the black canvas formed from the collar and began stepping backward along the golden stairs. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The world dock shook more violently. The black canvas trembled hard. Rita’s body swayed, leaning back despite herself.

(You are being watched) (You are being watched)

The long silent alerts suddenly sounded again, though only twice.

Rita had no attention to spare. She had already stepped onto the deck, teeth clenched as she continued backing away.

The river of time surged without wind. Cat’s Ideal rocked violently. Wrathful Moon shone brightly, illuminating the small ship on the dark river.

Rita kept one hand gripping the canvas. With the other, she spread her fingers toward the mast. Golden lightning shot out and turned into chains, wrapping around the mast again and again.

The move stabilized Rita but made Cat’s Ideal shake even harder, as if it might capsize at any moment.

B80 had already run to Rita’s feet, gripping a dangling section of the canvas and pulling backward with her. It shifted all its attribute points into strength.

A flash of light appeared. Nivalis arrived on the ship, hovering in midair. With perfect timing, she caught the second strand of golden lightning split off by Rita and began retreating together with her, trying to drag BS out.

Calico clung to the helm with all its strength. Several times it nearly got knocked off by the wheel. The deck was soaked by the waves of the river of time. Its fur was drenched. Hugging the helm tightly, it shouted after nearly slipping again, "If this keeps up, Cat’s Ideal might downgrade!"

"Then let it downgrade!"

A fierce wind lifted her long hair and her black and gold robe. The long hem rose like another sail.

She asked Calico, "You should understand the taste of freedom better than I do!"

Calico wiped away the waves striking it with a paw. "Maybe. But if dying is the price, then being unfree is fine too."

Even in such tension, Rita laughed at Calico’s words.

"Being trapped on a ship, I accept that willingly. But if even the direction the ship sails must follow a predetermined route, then I would rather die!"

Calico sighed. It sighed loudly, three times.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am sure."

"Really sure?"

"I am really sure!!"

"Three minutes. Hold on."

After saying that, Calico suddenly let go of the helm.