This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1107 Soul Catcher: Forgiven Anyway
Lightchaser silently closed the chat channel. For a moment, she did not know what expression she should wear. She looked toward Ash Cinders, who was sitting across the dining table, and saw the same trace of surprise on her face.
Ash Cinders commented, "In some ways, she really has not changed that much after growing up."
As she spoke, her eyes curved and she laughed. The apprentice still loved deliberately provoking people. It was as if making others furious and jumpy gave her a sense of accomplishment.
She laughed for quite a while before realizing that Lightchaser was actually distracted.
That was rare. Ash Cinders waved a hand in front of her eyes. "What is wrong? Are you worried about Isolated Isle? I think our biggest concern now has a solution. If it really comes down to it, we can move some of the children to BS. Then we can see what resources we need to pay to make Rita’s situation a little easier."
Lightchaser came back to herself and nodded. When BS became free, she had thought the same. But at this moment, her thoughts were not fully pulled back by Ash Cinders. They were still caught in that scene before the game ended.
On the river of time, under countless gazes, the image of her apprentice crying beneath the golden rain curtain lingered in her mind. She believed that every player on the war cruise ship who witnessed that moment would never forget it.
Rita had always been her apprentice in her heart. That idea was deeply rooted. The way she held a dagger, her combat habits, even after returning from Isolated Isle, bore traces of Lightchaser’s own influence. Even when Rita got angry, there was a shadow of her teacher in her expression.
Even after Lightchaser learned that her apprentice was the Adjudicator, and understood what that title meant, the perception did not change.
Until the moment this game ended, when that belief suddenly faded.
Perhaps she could no longer teach her apprentice anything.
The little apprentice who once said she hated her while flying at her side, who stubbornly twisted her head away from the road ahead just to stare at her with worshipful eyes, was gone for good.
The apprentice had grown up.
She could no longer be called an apprentice. Powerhouses from countless worlds now knew her name.
BS Rita.
And Lightchaser had finally found a battlefield more dazzling than GodDraw77 Moon Courier.
The true Divine Game.
This defeat did not fill her with shame. Instead, it set her blood on fire.
In the past, when she told her apprentice that Binast held many glories worth chasing beyond GodDraw77, it had been little more than comforting words for a child.
If such beings truly existed, how could she have brooded over GodDraw77 for so many years? How could the people of Binast have forgotten the name of Lightchaser and the era she defined?
Her heart had been dormant for many years. Now it was burning again.
Ignited by the Divine Game.
Ignited by BS Rita.
...
The meal ended and everyone dispersed.
Rita had only wanted to use the time to formally outline the idea of the peace tax with the leaders, to let them go back and think it over, then return in three days for proper negotiations and rapid implementation.
After seeing Mistblade, Pine Bloom, and Crab off, and watching BS SmokeTune drive away to go shopping, Rita still had countless matters to deal with.
Shadow.Q’s reports awaited her. She had been unable to handle BS affairs while on the river of time, and everything had piled up.
She also needed to hold meetings with B80, 7777, and Y128 to use the information they could provide to identify worlds suitable for trade with BS.
Worlds with levels that were too low would not work. Moral capital was nice, but her core purpose was not praise. She wanted BS players to level up, which meant choosing carefully.
Worlds with levels that were too high were also unsuitable. If the other side detained BS players and threatened her into accepting their own world’s players, things would turn ugly.
Beyond that, she still needed to continue writing and recording World Sighs.
In addition to repaying the more than four thousand World Sighs she owed for Before the Sigh Sounds, she needed to save more. Moving BS consumed one sigh per day.
She felt like she was forgetting something. The feeling had been there since she left the Divine Game and began writing world civilizations on the river of time.
She had been busy and did not dwell on it. If it were truly urgent or important, she would not have forgotten.
But the feeling would not go away.
She put down her pen and appeared in the living room, asking Nivalis and the three Mechanoids who were playing games.
Without taking their eyes off the screen, Nivalis and B80 answered in unison, "Soul Catcher."
Ah. That was it.
Rita clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had not completed Soul Catcher’s task before. It had even given her a chance to make it up. She had finally finished it, and now she had ignored it again for over fifty days.
Seeing Rita’s worried look, B80 comforted her. "Relax. It will forgive you."
Y128 nodded eagerly. "Yes, it will not bear to stay mad at you."
7777 added, "Just coax it a little, like you always do."
Why did that sound so sarcastic?
Having soul fire really did change things.
Rita brushed her fingers over the gacha machine, now shrunken like a small cloud, and took out Soul Catcher.
The white hand bone drooped limply. Rita shook it, and the bone flopped weakly with the motion, clearly looking unwell.
Rita said, "This is bad. Who wants it? I am giving it away."
As soon as the words left her mouth, the hand bone straightened up and gave her a thumbs up, declaring that it was perfectly fine.
Rita was speechless.
Just as Nivalis and B80 had said, even though BS Rita often forgot to log in and play truth or dare, Soul Catcher still forgave her.
Artifacts or items like this, which carried fragments of Divine Game rules and could communicate with players, knew many things. They understood how legendary some players were, and to become the item of such a player was an honor in itself.
Rita interlaced her fingers with the hand bone and, as she went upstairs, casually activated truth or dare.
She chose truth. An ethereal siren song echoed.
"If The Silent Traveler had failed to activate, what would you have done?"
"Stop time, run away with BS, then think of another plan. If all else failed, I would have taken BS and hidden in Isolated Isle."
When she had no other options, she rushed toward the unknown. But once she reached a place where she could breathe, she would immediately return to her true self, thinking and preparing one fallback after another.
