Chapter 68【VIP】

After walking out of the narrow path, Jian Yue finally saw the light of day again.

At this time, the sky was bright and the sun was shining on her. She raised her hand to block the sunlight, but the sunlight leaked through her fingers and fell on the cross she was holding tightly, making the cross slightly hot, but the golden figure could no longer be seen.

Her arm, scratched by gravel, was still bleeding. She grabbed a handful of grass and pressed it on the wound, then tore off a corner of her clothes and bandaged it briefly.

She walked out of the secret passage on the gravel, and a black shadow came from the front.

The cross on her chest was hot, and she knew who was coming even without looking up.

"I didn't expect you to succeed."

The sound of flapping wings echoed overhead, and Lucifer's black boots made a crisp sound on gravel. Jian Yue looked up and saw his wings spread out behind him, blocking out the sky. His eyes, one gold and one red, reflected the smoking ruins of the imperial palace in the distance, as if he were enjoying an interesting drama.

"Success?" She lowered her head and tugged at the hem of her blood-stained skirt, her voice hoarse, "This is just a game of your gods."

"I greatly admire your fearlessness, Jian Yue." Lucifer remained smiling, not angry. "That's why I chose you."

Jian Yue raised her eyes and looked directly at the nearly invincible angel in front of her: "You just want to see me embarrassed."

Lucifer shrugged nonchalantly and smiled, "Maybe? But you did it. You're amazing."

He leaned over, grasping her chin and forcing her to look toward the underground palace. "You destroyed Kidd's magic circle and absorbed Henry's remaining divine power—now you are closer to god than any human." He paused, his fingertips tracing the cross on her chest. "Why don't you become my disciple? I can give you even greater power than Kidd, allowing you to..."

"Get lost." Jian Yue abruptly pushed his hand away. The light of the cross suddenly shone, forcing Lucifer to step back. She watched the flash of surprise in his eyes, and suddenly found it ridiculous. "You so-called gods, are you only capable of using power as bait?"

Lucifer folded his wings, landed in front of her, and raised his eyebrows: "I just admire you."

"The remains of Kidd are in there," she said, walking right past him.

"Okay." Lucifer's eyes narrowed slightly, outlining a cruel arc, "I will clean up the mess."

She did not forget the agreement with Lucifer, and used Kidd's divine power as a price in exchange for a chance to come back.

Jian Yue stood there, listening to Kidd's unwilling roars and the crisp sound of something being torn apart behind her. She knew what Lucifer was doing—he was absorbing the power from Kidd's remains, like a hunter on the grassland snatching prey. But she didn't care anymore. The battles between the gods, the conspiracies and schemes, had nothing to do with her.

Now she is questioning herself - whether coming back was the right decision.

He just wanted to come back to save Furlan, but he lost several lives.

And Sindriel.

Before she could figure out what the feeling was, she was separated by the sudden separation.

He always likes to keep everything hidden until the very end.

The cross suddenly vibrated, and a warm energy flowed through her arm and throughout her body. Jian Yue looked down and saw the patterns on the cross light up. The golden light condensed into the shape of a sword in her palm, and then quickly solidified into a solid object - a golden sword appeared in her palm. It was Henry's sword and the symbol of the Furlan royal family.

This was Henry's approval, but she didn't want it at all.

"It's time to go." She said softly, as if talking to herself, or as if talking to the soul on the cross.

In the square of the Furlan Palace, rebels and slaves crowded together, looking at the blood-soaked girl on the platform.

"It's the guy who deliberately poisoned the prince!"

"Where's the prince! Where is our king!"

Her skirt was still stained with mud from the underground palace, and the wound on her left arm was hastily bandaged with rags. The crowd was filled with an uneasy atmosphere, but when she raised the golden sword, everyone fell silent.

She raised her sword above her head: "I am your king!"

"From today on, slavery is abolished in Furlan." Jian Yue's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the square. "All slaves will be freed, and the land will belong to those who till it."

There was a commotion in the crowd; some were crying, some were laughing, and some were rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

Jian Yue looked at them, and Henry's appearance appeared in front of her again.

This was originally his kingdom, a country he was to rule. But now, Furlan was stepping on the blood and bones of the victims, carrying their last wishes.

"And... I wasn't the one who poisoned the royal family. The real culprit was Father Kidd! He abandoned God and voluntarily became a demon. Now I have punished him!" She gripped the hilt of her sword, the light reflected from the blade illuminating her eyes. "Kidd is dead. Regent Sinderel..."

Speaking of this,

The people in the square fell silent and looked at her.

Jian Yue took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness as she continued, "Regent Sinderel sacrificed his life to protect Furlan. He was posthumously named Protector of the Nation, and his portrait will be hung in the main hall of the Imperial Palace."

No one questioned it.

The slaves who had been secretly rescued by Sinderel and the people who had distributed food all had tears in their eyes at this moment.

Jian Yue watched them kneel down spontaneously and kowtow towards the direction of the imperial palace. Suddenly, she felt the cross on her chest get even hotter - that was the response of Sinderel's power.

For the next month, Jian Yue lived mostly in the palace's study. She abolished harsh policies, freed the prostitutes, spoke up for the vulnerable, established legal systems for women and children, and even personally went to the slave farms to free the slaves.

When she abolished the flower kiln, she saw the suppressed Ella.

She was no longer as radiant as before, and her brown complexion and charming eyes were filled with the unyielding spirit of a loser.

Jian Yue, the executioner of her tragic plight, cannot let her go.

But thinking of Sinderel's situation, she felt pity for her.

Ella also came from a slave farm. She surrendered to Kidd in order to survive and was willing to become a killer walking in the dark.

She was searching for the meaning of her existence, until the flower kiln came into being, and only then did she find a sense of existence from the abnormal relationship with the guests.

She has no moral bottom line and just blindly believes that submitting to Kidd will change everything - just like Sinderel at the beginning.

Jian Yue finally let her go.

But the price is that women must be liberated, and she must also promote sex/knowledge and educate women in order to protect and liberate themselves.

There was always confusion in Ella's eyes. She didn't know why Jian Yue let her go, nor did she know her intention in doing this.

She was ordered to study in the library, and Jian Yue would check her learning progress every day.

Jian Yue asked her to make a rubber sleeve to isolate infectious diseases during close contact between men and women.

Ella rolled her eyes, but still obeyed the order. She easily spent half a month to make the rubber sleeve and started popularizing science and technology.

She thought that little thing couldn't stop anything, but the probability of infectious diseases in Furlan was indeed greatly reduced.

This surprised Ella, and she began to carefully consider outsiders' evaluation of Jian Yue.

Some say that she is the successor to Crown Prince Henry's will, others say that she is a messenger sent by Amra. Only Jian Yue herself knows that she is just fulfilling her promise—the promise she made to Henry, the promise she made to Sinderel, and the promise she made to all those who sacrificed for this world.

Fortunately, she is currently doing a decent job as the acting regent.

But the daily reports gave her a headache—how did the emperors manage these mountains of paperwork? They would quibble over trivial matters, like whether to do anything about two missing cows in the east or the lack of rain in the west. She wondered what to do.

She is just an ordinary human being, not a god. She can't do anything just by saying so.

She leaned back in her chair irritably, her eyes unconsciously glancing at a piece of sawdust to the side.

On it, half of her name was engraved - "YUE".

After the palace coup, her room was smashed to pieces, the wooden boxes were rotten, and only some sawdust remained.

She put it away carefully - after all, it was the last thing Sinderel left her.

A piece of wood filled with longing.

But it couldn't express her longing.

Just as she was lost in thought, someone knocked on the study door: "Your Majesty, it's me." It was her captain of the guards.

Jian Yue put away the wood chips: "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, news has come from the church that the girl you mentioned has been found."

She looked up and saw the captain of the guards holding a silver cross in his hand. It was sent by the church's chief nun, who said it was found in Kidd's room. A white-haired and white-skinned girl was also found in the dark room of the room.

The girl was the missing Amra, who had now lost her divine power and fell into a deep sleep.

The cross that was sent to her immediately resonated with the cross on her chest.

The shape of the cross was exactly the same as the one Amra gave to her and Sinderel.

Jian Yue's heart skipped a beat. She stood up, grabbed the cloak hanging on the seat, and said, "Let's go."

It didn't take long before Jian Yue arrived at the church with her guards.

At the door, the nuns lined up in a long queue, standing on either side to salute. Jian Yue nodded in response, instructed the guards to stay at the door, and then followed the head nun to the dark room in Kidd's room.

Kidd's room was very clean, but no one dared to enter the darkroom. No one had cleaned it in three months, and the air was filled with the smell of dust.

Jian Yue followed the head nun into Kidd's room and watched the nun open the door of the dark room, revealing a corner of the crystal hall.

The girl in the coffin was wearing a white robe, her long white hair spread on the pillow, and her face looked peaceful as if she was asleep - that was Amra's body, her container in this world.

The head nun wisely left the dark room, leaving Jian Yue alone.

Jian Yue walked to the crystal coffin and said silently, "It's time to wake up, Amra."

She began to release the divine power within her. The moment it came into contact with the body, the cross on her chest suddenly burst into a dazzling light. The girl in the crystal coffin's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her crimson eyes.

She slowly sat up from the coffin, her eyes flickering. After looking around, she fixed her eyes on Jian Yue.

"You're here." Amra's voice was as soft as a feather. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Jian Yue."

Jian Yue clenched the cross tightly: "Are you the true angel of destiny—Amra?"

"Yes and no." Amra smiled and walked out of the crystal coffin, his white robe dragging on the ground. "Because gods cannot leave their domains and have no faces, even if it is the real me communicating with you now, what you see will never be my true self."

Jian Yue didn't care about these things. "As the God of Creation, you should know how to restore everything and resurrect them, right?"

"Although I am the creator of this world and the god who controls fate, I am also a prisoner bound by fate. No one can escape the shackles of fate." She extended her hand, and two golden points of light appeared in her palm. "These are the souls of Sindriel and Henry. Sindriel was supposed to assist Henry and enter heaven with him. But Kidd destroyed this world, and after his death, cracks appeared in its laws. Restoration is possible, but you must become a god."

The light spots in the air turned into the shadows of Sinderel and Henry. They stood there with gentle smiles, as if they had never left.

Jian Yue's breathing suddenly stopped and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Become a god, and you can resurrect them." Amra's voice was calm, with waves of ethereal echoes. "You can possess supreme power, bringing eternal peace to Furlan, and making all sacrifices meaningful."

In the shadowy form, Sinderel reached out his hand to her, her face reflected in Henry's brown pupils. Jian Yue took a step forward, her fingertips almost touching their shadows, but at that moment, she suddenly remembered Sinderel's words through the transparent wall—"Live on, and become the light we were never meant to be."

She stepped back suddenly, shaking her head: "No..."

"Why?" Amura's red eyes narrowed slightly. "If you become a god, you can be with them forever."

"And then lose all emotion, be trapped in this realm forever, and become a cold bystander like you?" Jian Yue kept shaking her head and backing away, her voice remarkably firm. "I don't want that."

"Henry taught me what it means to cherish through sacrifice, and Sinderel taught me what it means to be responsible through concealment. They fought tooth and nail to keep me alive, not to turn me into an emotionless god, but to make me remember—remember the warmth that once existed in this world; remember that they once lived a glorious life; remember that humans can change the rules with their bare hands. Humans have never been insignificant and powerless. It is because of their emotions that they are willing to sacrifice their lives to reach their end, willing to serve as stepping stones to change the world."

Amra was silent for a long time, her red eyes gradually softening. "You are indeed just as they said." She retracted the golden light, and the shadow dissipated. "If you don't become a god, you will be rejected by this world. After all, you don't belong here. Once the laws are restored, you will be forced to leave, and everything will return to the starting point. They will no longer remember you, and you will forget them."

"I know. It's my choice."

She chose to leave.

Then return all the unspoken responses and feelings.

She likes Sindriel.

But now, there is no chance to say it anymore.

Jian Yue lowered her head and stroked the cross on her chest. "But please give me a little more time. I want to restore Furlan before I leave." She raised her head, her tear-filled purple eyes sparkling. "At least let those who have finally gained freedom enjoy one more day of peace. At least let the gains that Sinderel and Henry exchanged their lives for continue for a moment longer."

Amra looked at her and finally smiled with relief: "You are a person kinder than God, Jian Yue." She spread her broken wings, "I promise you."

"Ten months. After ten months, when the first rays of sunlight set, the laws of this world will automatically be restored. By then..."

"By then, I will leave on my own." Jian Yue continued, turning and walking towards the darkroom door. "Thank you, Amra."

Amra didn't answer. When Jian Yue reached the door, she looked back and saw that the girl in the crystal coffin had closed her eyes again, her long white hair glowing softly in the moonlight - as if she had never woken up.

In a place that Jian Yue couldn't see, Amra's consciousness was floating in the air. She lowered her eyes and looked at the transparent figure beside the crystal coffin.

Amra sighed and put his hands behind his head: "How boring... Xindrel, you made the right bet..."

"..." Sinderel looked at Amra in the sky and said, "She will definitely do that."

Use sacrifice to gain peace for all beings.

How could someone who taught him what love is live alone?

Amra flew to Sinderel's side and nudged him with her elbow. "Hey, are you two in cahoots? How could a human refuse the opportunity to ascend to godhood? If you all do this, I'll have a hard time getting back at God... The angels are already short of a godly position, and Henry's consciousness is shattered, temporarily unable to ascend. You refused, and now she's refusing too... Seriously."

She sighed again and leaned over to discuss with Sinderel: "Let's discuss it? Will you come up with me for a while?"

"I'm willing to accept the loss."

Amra bared his teeth in anger: "If you do this, I will use my divine power to scatter your soul!"

Xindrell lifted his collar and pointed at the seal on his chest: "I accept the loss."

Amla was so angry that she pulled at her own white hair. "You stubborn, stubborn soul! I shouldn't have made a bet with you!"

Once the covenant is made, no one can break the promise. If broken, the soul will be burned in flames, and even the immortal gods will suffer.

Sinderel straightened his collar and asked, "Is this difficult to do?"

"Difficult! How can it not be difficult!" Amra puffed out her cheeks, her mouth drooping. "The loss of an angel means the loss of a kind of jurisdiction. You were created to choose a replacement. And now everything is ruined! I made a bet with you, and if you lose, I'll send you to her world... God will severely punish me!"

Sinderel crossed his arms: "It has nothing to do with me."

Amra snorted, "I know you still hate me. I hate that I created you, yet I made you suffer."

"No." Sinderel shook his head. "Maybe I did before, but now I just think it was the path I had to take to meet her."

The road to see her was not smooth.

But after stopping and walking, he would eventually meet her.

If everything he had experienced was for the sake of meeting her, he would not feel any pain.

He loved her, transcending life and death, transcending time, and transcending the world.

Amra noticed his absent-minded expression and tilted her head to one side: "...it seems that fate...can also go astray."

"You lose."

"Oh, I get it. No need to repeat it!" Amra clapped her hands irritably, pointed her finger at the tip of his nose, and said unhappily, "But I'm telling you, in that world, you'll be just an ordinary person. It's a place beyond my jurisdiction, and it's huge. You might never find her again, or even if you do find her, she won't remember you. Even so, do you still want to go?"

"go."

Why not go?

So what if I can't find her? The most terrifying thing is to stay in a world without her.

Yue.

Sinderel closed his eyes.

This time it was his turn to find him.

This time, he will never forget her.