Chapter 52: Colorless King

They looked in a certain direction together.

Edogawa Ranpo's face was solemn. He said in a deep voice: "Dazai, do you feel anything?"

Dazai opened his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Ah, it seems that we all missed a guess."

The moment he finished speaking, an even greater wave surged. Isabel wrote even faster. She seemed to know what she was going to write and what she was going to cause. She wrote quickly, completely ignoring anything that was happening in the outside world.

The pages of the "book" actually vibrated, and an infinite amount of light was about to burst out from it. Isabel's face suddenly turned pale. She paused, erased a line of text, and then continued at an even faster inhuman speed. Her whole body kept rising, rising to a higher place. Her whole body seemed to be glowing, as if she was a goddess in charge of destiny, weaving stories for the world.

Something was creaking in everyone's ears. This time, it was no longer certain special people who could hear it, but everyone seemed to hear the breaking sound. Some people didn't pay attention, while others stopped hesitantly and turned to ask their friends: "What's that noise?"

Some people from the special monitoring department looked at the numbers on the screen in front of them with horror, seeing them rising so rapidly like a monster. They were so frightened that their whole bodies were shaking. "This, this... No, no..." Some people's eyes went dark and they fainted.

After the battle, Nanako Kojima, who was lying on the ground, turned her head away. Chuuya Nakahara and that Fukuchi turned around and looked. Some people came out of their towers, some woke up in the bar, and some looked sideways from their wheelchairs. They all felt something in their hearts and knew what was happening.

Something is coming out!

Something huge is coming!

Someone sighed softly, raised his head, released the restraints, and in the next moment, as if chanting a historical poem, an extremely gorgeous giant sword appeared in the sky.

It was like an object of judgment that only existed in mythology. Every part of it was exquisite without a single flaw. The sword was slender and elegant, and its color was pure, as if it was a treasure from the sky that had just been awakened. Endless energy surrounds it, the material is colorful and extraordinary, several gems are inlaid on the hilt, emitting dazzling light, and on the sides of the gems are intricate and unique patterns, which contain some kind of mystery that seems to have come from ancient times.

It is like a sleeping white dragon, its scales sparkling in every ray of light, its image is noble and majestic, exuding breathtaking power. It appears calm on the surface, but a surging force weighs on the hearts of everyone who observes it. It seems to have built a bridge, with one end being the reality of the present and the other end being the endless world of fantasy on the other side. No one can take their eyes off it because it interprets the limit of power.

[Golden Authority] [Colorless King]

The person at the tip of the giant sword was smiling. He opened his arms as if to embrace all the waves in the world. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked beyond the cards. The person who held the card was looking at him. When their eyes met, an invisible connection occurred between them. Their minds instantly became one, and Pei Zhen suddenly opened his eyes.

"The starry sky and the other side are where you come from. Unknown guests have visited a special world. The four-fold halo accompanies you in the chaotic sea. The stars are the glory of mankind, and they will land beside you. Loneliness and solitude surround you, confusion and the unknown will find you, but please don't worry, the world will give its visitors precious gifts, and every breath you take responds to the flow of its light."

"Colorlessness means uncertainty, colorlessness means chaos. The king is in control, the king is in power. Responsibility is only a responsibility when you shoulder it. You can choose your own path. In the end, there will be flowers and welcomes to cheer you, because you yourself are a miracle."

"Colorless King, now that you have gotten rid of the unworthy Chosen One, you will embark on a new path."

People held their breath, and awe welled up uncontrollably in their eyes. The light of yearning also arises from this. For a moment, the heaven and earth were captivated by it.

Edogawa Ranpo groaned and covered half of his face. "Yes, Dazai, we all missed it. If you want to fight against an object, the other object must be equal to it. We all wondered what she would do with it, but we didn't expect that she would have to use it in order to do something. The power of the 'book' page is just right. If it's the whole 'book', I'm afraid we will have to deal with the complete form of the 'slate'."

Taneda Santohuo couldn't help but shout: "No, can anyone tell me what happened?"

"It's very simple," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "This lady has never revealed any secrets. She took the pages of the 'book' not for herself, but for a certain king."

Nakahara Chuuya's face was very ugly: "Did she deceive us?"

"What does she want to do? Assassinate one of the Seven Kings?" Taneda Santohuo's face became even uglier, as if she was going to die in the next second.

"No," Edogawa Ranpo still didn't move his eyes away. He smiled and said, "Perhaps you have guessed wrong about the relationship between the two of them..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Isabel, who was floating in the air, seemed to have put down the final stroke. She looked up at the sky, her skirt and long hair dancing in the light as if alive. She stood still, with determination in her eyes. She waved her right hand, and the magical page of the book flew into the sky and disappeared the next moment.

A certain stalemate that had been going on in secret was finally revealed to the public. A silver-white chain swept in from the void and wrapped around the sword as if it had a spirit. The sword did not move at all, as if with the tacit consent of its owner, allowing the chain to lock it from bottom to top. The silver chain quickly completed part of its mission, and it emitted another kind of luster that competed with the light of the sword.

A small disturbance for them may be an irreversible disaster for everyone. "Isn't this still a confrontation?" Zongtian Shantouhuo felt like the sky was getting dark.

"If they were really hostile, nothing would have happened until now." Dazai Osamu sighed in boredom, "This is a king who likes to plan ahead. He is extremely cautious and prudent. The king's sword reflects his mentality. The sword has no damage at all, which means that he rarely uses its power. But even so, he has to put a shackle on it, just to prevent things he doesn't want to see from happening in the future. He is protecting it."

Zhongtian Santouhuo's mind finally came to its senses, and he said hesitantly, "You mean, 'Falling Sword'?" He thought of a much greater disaster.

"It's possible," Dazai Osamu spread his hands, "It could also be that he doesn't trust the stone tablet. Power can be given, and power can also be taken back. If the chains transformed by the 'book' can prevent it from falling, then it is not impossible to slow down or even prevent it from being taken back."

"Can we believe in the power of the 'book'?" Taneda Santouhuo understood. He was speechless. It seemed that someone had done so much just for a slight possibility of something bad happening in the future.

"It's better to have two people balancing each other than one person dominating alone," Edogawa Ranpo said quietly, "The chain didn't block its brilliance. On the contrary, it made it stronger."

Sure enough, after a period of mutual adjustment, it was probably some of the settings written by Isabel in the "book" that made them go from being completely unfamiliar to gradually blending together. The chain was gradually stained by the sword's brilliance, and its color was changing towards the color of the sword, while the sword's brilliance slowly settled down. It was no longer so sharp, revealing a more ancient and elegant style.

It was suspended in mid-air, a chain wrapped around its hilt and blade, the dangerous flickering light no longer lit up, and both fell silent, until -

At the end of the entanglement of the two, a bright red rose suddenly grew. Its petals trembled, grew and bloomed, and incomparable vitality burst out from it, and the heaven and earth seemed to be celebrating for it. The sword has a new look, and the transformation is coming to an end.

The detailed explanation of the text added a line of words: "You chose to restrain yourself. This is the modesty of a king. You have a deeper understanding of power. Perhaps one day, when the gift leaves you, this understanding will still be deeply rooted in your heart and become a part of you."

"The world ahead is unknown. I admire your courage, the king who dares to conquer."

"Huh." Someone let out a long breath. Some of them guessed that this change should be a good thing. The feeling of deterrence as if a sword was hanging over their hearts disappeared. They looked at each other in silence, not knowing what to say.

But some people didn't care about that. Apart from the people who didn't know what was going on, Nakahara Chuuya had a dangerous aura. He looked at Isabel who was descending from the sky, stared at her closely, and asked hoarsely, "Where is the resurrection you promised?"

Isabel's dress was restored to its original state at some point. She didn't care about Nakahara Chuuya's questioning. She just walked forward, smiled and waved her hand, and a dark vortex that kept spinning appeared among the crowd. It is black and purple in color, and you can't tell what's inside.

"What is this?" someone asked.

Isabel stopped and said, "This is Yokohama fourteen years ago."

Everyone was shocked, and someone shouted: "Time travel? How is this possible?"

Isabel seemed to be in a good mood. She explained in detail: "How could it be impossible? The collision of two forces is really novel. Their essences are too high. Such powerful items actually appeared at the same time, and the difference between them is not much. In the constant running-in, the time and space in which they are fighting have been strongly eroded. It is an unprecedented weak opportunity."

"And at this very moment, in this city called Yokohama, an unprecedented struggle for humanity is taking place. The fire in the hearts of mankind has ignited riots, chaos, sadness and pain; but this change is different, it carries people's expectations, beauty and hope. Of course," she changed the subject, "what I said are just some illusory words. What I really want to say is..."

"Perhaps miracles happen at moments like this, or perhaps they happen for no reason at all," she said, with a ray of light on her face, and a hint of compassion on her face. "But it is so miraculous that it happened just like this, and it will involve the two of you in the future."

Her gaze fell on Nakahara Chuuya and then slowly moved away. Dazai Osamu took a step back, and said with horror on his face: "No, definitely not me!"

Isabel suddenly looked panicked, and her previous calmness was completely gone. She shouted, "Oh no, I can't control it anymore, it's going to disappear!"

Nakahara Chuuya, who was about to say something, suddenly looked stern. He moved quickly and grabbed one of Dazai Osamu's arms like an iron claw. Amid Dazai Osamu's shrill screams, he threw himself into the purple-black vortex without hesitation.

The vortex tightened like a cone and disappeared the next second, as if it had never appeared.

The expression on Isabel's face returned to a smiling look, as if the previous panic was all an illusion. And it was at this moment that the sword in the sky also disappeared, all the turmoil subsided, and the sky returned to its clear blue, like a rainbow after a fresh rain.

Edogawa Ranpo rolled his eyes: "You really should write a novel, you can tell lies so fluently. But you can only deceive Nakahara Chuuya with these words." Dazai was tricked by Chuuya.

"I'm not lying." Isabel stretched out her finger and shook it, calming some people's heartbeats. She said, "This is indeed a time channel. It can only appear once, and the time it appears is very short. It can change some things. The past and the future are closely connected."

"I don't like redemption articles," she looked over, still carrying the remnant of her previous transformation. She restrained her smile and said, "This may be related to my past. I believe that people should save themselves. Compared to changing everything for you, I believe that you can do everything for yourselves. Because the latter can always give birth to new things."

"Disasters always happen again and again. They not only happen in front of people's eyes, but also happen behind them. People can't always arrive at the right time. Compared to sliding into the abyss together, I prefer the strong to be full of glory and go further."

"Haha, sophistry," Edogawa Ranpo was not moved at all: "What does this have to do with your 'personal promise to revive them'?"

Isabel was also unmoved: "Because time is chaotic, they have a special power that prevents them from falling into another time. And if they fail," she blinked, and the people around her were startled, and she laughed: "This energy is likely to take them back to the designated anchor point, giving them a chance to start again."

"Hiss." Someone took a breath, feeling frightened by this seemingly endless teasing.

“How can this not be considered as my resuscitation of them?” She said meaningfully: “Shh,” she gestured: “Don’t talk, just feel it.”

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes. And then, they really discovered that their memory had changed.

Their memories of Leibo Street are fading, and the disaster that killed hundreds of thousands of people is fading, but more importantly, they have a different impression of it.

One hundred thousand dead... seven thousand dead... fifty thousand dead... eight hundred dead...