This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1128 Divine Game: Quiet Mountain 11
The third day of the game, at dusk.
After leveling up twice on the road, Rita finally stood on the snow-covered mountains outside Snowfield.
So much for Quiet Mountain being quiet. The wilderness was crawling with Lightchasers. The moment they saw her, they rushed in to steal her gear.
Aside from those apostles of the gods, the overall strength of Quiet Mountain players was far below that of the Uncharted Star Sea players.
But the bad news kept piling up. In less than three days, nearly one tenth of Uncharted Star Sea players above Tier 12 had already exited this Divine Game, either voluntarily or forcibly. Every single one of them had fallen to those ten apostles.
What hurt the most was not their deaths, but the fact that Whale Fall in the Wind had ended up in QM Rita’s hands.
Even with only fragments of the truth pieced together so far, all Uncharted Star Sea players were certain of one thing. Someday, they would inevitably clash with Quiet Mountain.
Otherwise, the copying would be meaningless.
Otherwise, Uncharted Star Sea would not have sent them into Quiet Mountain after The Bell Tolls.
Otherwise, Divine Game would not have demanded that they become gods before the sixth toll of the bell.
More importantly, Quiet Mountain was a real world.
Every race that existed in Uncharted Star Sea also existed here. They lived under clear rules and order, following their own customs and rhythms.
Darkness still existed, but it stayed beneath the surface.
Here, the ownership of major cities and the power each race could wield were decided by Divine Game results every three years. Even so, when a city temporarily belonged to one race, its rulers would not mistreat the other races living there.
Over time, only a few hundred races ever cycled through ruling the cities, but every newborn of every race had the right to attend magic academies. The future always held promise.
Everything was unrealistically perfect.
Everything made Uncharted Star Sea players feel envious.
Rita pulled up her hood and flew toward the city buried in winter snow.
Even though she was likely marked as dead by the apostles of the gods, she had no intention of lowering her guard.
She abandoned ineffective disguise skills outright. The moment she entered the city, she took out Lonely Antenna Baby and placed it on her head. The mana drain of this item exceeded her natural recovery, but with her current mana pool, it would still take at least twenty minutes to drain her completely.
And the moon was about to rise. In an emergency, she could still slip into the shadow world with Shadow of the Moon.
Wrapped in a cloak that covered her from head to toe, Rita stood in a corner with one hand pressed to her collarbone, watching moon fox soldiers rush past. For a moment, it felt like years ago, when she had also been hunted by moon foxes like this.
A few minutes after the soldiers left, Rita lowered her hand. A fluffy white head popped out above the cloak’s tie and slammed straight into her chin.
The Lightchaser fairy emerged and said, "You really are asking for a lesson."
With the immediate danger gone, Rita stopped restraining the fairy.
"Meet here at six tomorrow morning."
The Lightchaser fairy did not even look back. She grabbed a dagger formed from condensed lightning and left.
After the strongest little monster departed, Rita summoned B80 and handed over two power banks.
"Six tomorrow morning. Meet here. If I am not back, follow Lightchaser and leave first."
Relying on herself alone to gather information was too slow. She planned to use everything she could.
Rita walked through the streets of Snowfield. As if she had noticed something, her pace quickened until she took off, riding golden lightning into the air.
The layout of this city was fascinating. It was divided into neat grids. Each block had a different architectural style, and each block gathered moon foxes with the same tail color.
She sprinted and flew at full speed for over an hour, losing track of time, surveying nearly half the main city from above before finally stopping midair.
A golden page mark lit up between her brows, and a quiet sigh echoed in her mind.
Each district, nearly the size of a city zone, housed a moon fox clan. Other races lived there too, but roughly eighty percent of the residents in each district belonged to the same moon fox clan.
She hovered there for another half hour and realized that every district had its own special rules. Most beings who stepped inside would be loudly arrested for breaking some strange rule or another.
This really was Snowfield.
That amusement park that never closed. Once you lived in Snowfield, moon fox or not, you were part of the game.
Joyful.
Cruel.
Suddenly, something occurred to her.
In the battlefield chat channel, with so many players discussing Quiet Mountain’s strangeness, not a single one had gone to explore a main city ruled by their own race, even when it was in the same domain. They deliberately avoided them.
BS Mistblade went to Mountain Isles. DawnCicada went to Tides. Tiger Ear Kessa went to No Light. Verdant Mojie went to Midsummer. Winter Sea Frenzied Shark went to Nuclear Flash.
If those choices were to avoid the mountain copies, then what about Nuclear Flash NightFury going to Tingo, Fury Prayer going to Forest Sea, BS Crab going to Brilliance, Black Spring Loath going to Hippie?
Had these sharp players sensed something like this coming, and deliberately avoided it?
Only when Rita looked down at this world from a god’s vantage point did she understand why Uncharted Star Sea players were so easy to spot.
They were too bright.
There was fire burning in their eyes. Every one of them was rushing for game objectives, striving for Uncharted Star Sea’s future. Every time they uncovered new information, they immediately hid in a corner to post it in the group, afraid they might die before sharing it.
That constant tension of a blade hanging overhead, that grief left behind by shattered worlds that nothing could ever heal, made the contrast unbearable when they stood beside Quiet Mountain’s people. The scene itself felt torn apart.
Quiet Mountain’s happiness was too blinding.
Quiet Mountain’s happiness could not soothe broken hearts.
How could it ever be the same? Even if the ones living in happiness were your own people, it was still different.
How could happiness ever be something another could replace for you?
If Uncharted Star Sea and Quiet Mountain stood opposed, then who had created Uncharted Star Sea’s current state?
If every early choice Uncharted Star Sea made, the Invasion Sequence, the world gravestones, the war skills and world skills forged from shattered civilizations, were all meant to face the pendulum crashing toward it, then that meant Uncharted Star Sea knew what it would face from the very beginning.
Why did the pendulum have to strike Uncharted Star Sea?
What right did the death knell have to ring for Uncharted Star Sea?
She looked up at Quiet Mountain’s night sky. She had already seen this moon yesterday. A full moon filled with the time river.
After steadying her emotions, Rita instinctively opened the battlefield chat channel to check for new information. Messages refreshed too quickly. To avoid missing anything, it was best to check at least once an hour.
Her expression froze.
Had someone finally gone into their own main city?
[Lania Kaia Peach Crown]: I hate this place so much. It makes all the tears Maple Syrup and Pine Bloom and I shed feel like a joke.
Everything was unrealistically perfect.
Everything made Uncharted Star Sea players feel envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Why was it so unfair?
That pain that scorched the soul without pause, that hatred left drifting with nowhere to land after understanding the meaning of the Invasion Sequence, suddenly found its target.
Quiet Mountain.
