This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1129 Divine Game Quiet Mountain 12

Deceitful Bloom sat at the edge of the sea of clouds, gazing at the distant star ring. It was part of the massive pendulum.

"What are you thinking about? Everyone is running betting pools on which ten copies will make it to the end in Quiet Mountain."

Foolishness’s voice sounded behind her.

Deceitful Bloom did not turn around.

"There will definitely be a Vineborne."

Foolishness said, "Yes. Everyone wrote down DawnCicada’s name. What’s interesting is that everyone also wrote BS Rita. I honestly can’t imagine which point of hers is worth copying."

"She has said plenty of stupid things, but the one thing she got absolutely right was her evaluation of you. Your arrogance is your greatest sin."

Deceitful Bloom finally withdrew her gaze from the pendulum and turned to look at Foolishness.

"Even if we don’t know the story of the other timeline, you should be able to guess the suffering she went through before her rebirth."

"That’s exactly why I don’t understand. Pain caused by betrayal alone, how could it compare to the suffering brought by worlds and races?"

"That’s precisely why you are arrogant. You even rank pain."

Foolishness did not get angry. She laughed instead.

"And what about your certainty just now, saying there must be a Vineborne? Isn’t that also assuming that Vineborne’s pain is the most worth seeing?"

"Rather than arguing with me, you should pray that the other timeline dissipates on its own due to a lack of Brilliance. If it really condenses into a new story and diverges too far from ours, the final calibration will be a disaster."

"There’s no need to pray. Isn’t the Coin of Fate proof enough? As long as the story isn’t over, instinct will guide every being to the same ending."

"The Quiet Mountain copies would disagree."

"That’s different."

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Lightchaser crossed her arms and stared at the white-furred little fairy standing on the wall. Her brows were tightly knit, and she felt deeply annoyed. The fairy her apprentice had summoned looked nothing like her and felt extremely punchable.

The Lightchaser fairy, standing half a meter taller than her original self, was just as annoyed.

What are you acting so smug for?

The two fairies, one big and one small, stared at each other for a long time, neither willing to speak first.

When B80 arrived, this was the scene she saw. She hopped up onto the wall and said to the Lightchaser fairy, "She told us to leave first. She’s already slipped into Snowfield Mistblade’s snow house."

The Lightchaser fairy immediately moved to leave with B80, but B80 was suddenly held back by a hand.

"Is there a problem?" B80 asked.

Lightchaser said, "Does she have confidence?"

She knew her apprentice had a time stop skill, but she had seen QM Mistblade before. She was also Tier 18, and Lightchaser could feel that her strength was even above her own.

"I don’t know," B80 replied. "But whatever she tells me to do, that’s what I do."

With that, she started running again to catch up to the Lightchaser fairy, who was already far ahead. After running a short distance, B80 looked back and saw Lightchaser still standing there, brows furrowed, clearly worried.

At the same time, Rita was also worried about her own safety.

She had spent the entire night gathering information and tracking down QM Mistblade’s residence. Just before six in the morning, she finally made it to the area near QM Mistblade’s home.

After telling B80 to go continue collecting intel with the Lightchaser fairy, she activated Waste Guide and began her infiltration. Whether she wanted the Order Badge or answers about the copies, this trip was unavoidable.

To be safe, she deliberately lowered her health and activated Mystic Force before moving in.

Unlike the luxurious Moonfox City palace built by some undead construction crew, QM Mistblade’s home was a delicate yet cozy snow house, about the same size as Rita’s own little villa that she refused to move out of even after it got blown up.

Worried about possible wards at the entrance, Rita used Shadow of the Moon and entered the shadow world.

In this mode, she could turn into a shadow and bypass all skills.

She spent quite a while just searching the small courtyard, making sure she had missed nothing before entering the house.

Once inside, she quickly ran through every corner, doing a rough sweep for information while lighting up map points throughout the house. If necessary, she could teleport back using Absolute Freedom.

After finishing the initial search, curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to check the shadow she had seen earlier in the study.

SS Cicada and QM Cicada. One was vivid and arrogant, the other deadened and weary.

She had not seen QM Rita herself, but from Verdant Verdant Whisper Windrush’s description, QM Rita and SS Rita were like Quiet Mountain and Uncharted Star Sea.

So what about Mistblade?

What was QM Mistblade like?

Rita pushed the door open and reentered the study. She saw a figure seated behind the desk, not very clear at first. She could only make out a nine tailed moon fox carving a gemstone.

Rita avoided the magic patterns on the floor, chose a safe spot, and stepped out of the shadow world.

Color flooded back into the world, and she finally saw QM Mistblade clearly.

SS Mistblade preferred cool or neutral tones. Her tail colors and temperament suited those palettes perfectly. Even though her clothing leaned toward colder hues, a bit of contact revealed her calm nature.

Perhaps because she had carried too much and lived through too much, she could face past wounds, present upheavals, and future disasters with composure, always rational, always adjusting her plans.

QM Mistblade was different.

She wore a morning robe the same color as her blood mist long blade. A passionate color, completely at odds with her distant, icy presence. Yet somehow, it suited her. She looked thin, as if she had endured long term torment.

Unlike SS Mistblade, who observed Misttail Clan etiquette and always layered her clothing, QM Mistblade seemed to wear only this single robe. It made her already slender frame look almost sickly.

The hand holding the carving knife was all sharp knuckles and bone. Rita honestly wondered if that hand could even wield a blade properly.

She used her pocket watch to scan QM Mistblade. The information returned was incomplete. She could only see combat power and attributes.

Who could torment a Tier 18 powerhouse like this?

Rita’s gaze fell on a cup beside QM Mistblade, more than half drained. It was a master level sleeping potion.

She couldn’t sleep?

Mental pain? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Was it related to the Demon Games?

Was the world weary air around QM Cicada born from the same cause?

Rita felt QM Mistblade’s eyes shift. Her nerves had been taut the entire time, and she immediately slipped back into the shadow world.

"Do I look good?"

Almost the instant Rita vanished, QM Mistblade’s voice sounded.

QM Mistblade had only lifted her eyes briefly before speaking, as if she simply wanted to see what this uninvited guest looked like. After that one glance, she lowered her gaze again and continued carving the gemstone.

But she kept talking.

"You know the other me."

She stated it as a conclusion, then asked, "Is she doing well?"