Chapter 142 Hell Begins
◎No matter what time Elena is "supposed" to show up, I will run to her.◎
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
"So noisy..."
Click, snap~ the sound of the window being opened.
Chirp, chirp! The branches rustle, and the world is at peace.
Wait, where am I? Why are there birds singing? I can't open my eyes.
No, I can’t sleep anymore. I have important things to do.
Melia clenched her fists and rolled over—bang! Her head hit the bed, and the intense pain pulled her out of her dream.
The vision kept shaking, with blurred snowflakes, and the process of clarity was like gently tearing off a layer of slimy film.
Tap, tap, tap. Rhythmic footsteps approached quickly.
"Miss, you are awake."
The sluggishness finally vanished when Taffy sat down at the foot of the bed. The young girl was holding a wooden box filled with jewels.
Melia slowly stood up and, with Taffy's help, stepped into her slippers. The gemstones on the slippers pricked her feet and were cold.
She glanced at the gems in the wooden box, picked up one, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Taffy is holding the gems, I'm sitting on the bed... now, now, what time is it now?!"
The damn Fairy Queen hadn't sent her back to the beginning, had she?! Was she going to have to start all over again from the beginning—No—No.
Melia instantly put on a mask of pain. Not only was she stabbed to death by Taffy, but she was also physically and mentally tortured by Elena, and had to fight wits and courage with Sura again, dying dozens of times.
Even if you clear the level successfully, what if you encounter that jerk goblin again? Do you have to start all over again?
Covering her face with trembling hands, she suddenly realized a more terrifying possibility: No, the fairy would not be so "kind".
Sending someone with the ability to travel back in time to the very beginning would put the plan in jeopardy. What I just saw in the cocoon was clearly an attempt to replace reality.
So, she must have broken into the loading "reality".
Her memory slowly returned, and although her mind was blank, Melia still remembered her obsession from the previous moment.
【I will destroy the fairy's fictional future.】
Millions of years of effort, countless souls sacrificed, truth and falsehood were fundamentally unequal. The Fairy Queen expended immense energy, yet dared only to subtly alter reality, using humans as agents of slaughter.
There's still a chance. Although this false world will constantly modify and improve its logical fallacies to survive against those who destroy it, as long as the outside world, a certain force that the Fairy Queen fears, can be made aware of the existence of falsehood, the lie will collapse like a bubble.
Breathe... breathe in, breathe~ breathe out.
Melia closed her eyes and searched her mind for the Rose Princess. She couldn't find it.
My heart pounded. Where was the Rose Princess? And the Shadow Roman gold coins, all gone. Only layers of wriggling, wispy, slimy spiderwebs remained in my consciousness, half visible and half invisible.
No, it may not be found, it may just be unable to open.
Those strange spider silks blocked the Rose Princess, or perhaps the Rose Princess was restraining these spider silks to prevent them from spreading further.
No matter what, she was most concerned about one thing: Is death reversal still effective?
Although everyone hopes for the best, reason denies it: it's 80% likely to be ineffective. If she died in a false history, the Fairy Queen wouldn't be so kind as to let her enemy live.
Once she dies, there will be no trace of her, or even Melia's existence, in the real world.
The Fairy Queen holds the threads of fate in her hands. When a soul disappears completely, these threads will smooth out all doubts, deceive the world, and allow it to usher in its ultimate death.
My heart rate instantly accelerated and my cheeks turned red from the extreme tension.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
A pair of hands wrapped around his neck, and his furry forelock pushed against the back of his head: "Aren't we going to run?"
“Run…” Yes, escape.
I remember when I first arrived, I pulled Taffy and tried to escape, but was stabbed to death. That was my first death. If I didn't have the ability to go back, none of this would have happened.
Melia's shoulders trembled slightly: "Taffy, do you want to escape too?"
"I think."
Eh.
Melia looked up in surprise. The girl standing beside the bed was shorter than the future Taffy. Perhaps she herself did not even notice how bright her eyes were when she looked out the window.
Taffy tied the heavy wooden box around his waist with a rope and groped for the window with his hands. "Yes, miss. I'll let a rope down and catch you below."
As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers had already deftly tied the knot. Taffy crawled on all fours and slid down the rope like a little monkey.
Melia leaned over the window and looked down. She was standing downstairs, waving vigorously.
The smile gradually returned, and the extreme fear of ultimate death quietly dissipated.
I haven't failed yet.
The false history being recorded could not erase the traces of her existence. Whether it was the strong protection of the Rose Queen or the Fairy Queen's inferior skills, such a loophole was fatal.
She leaped over the ledge, clutched the rope tightly, and slid down. Taffy stretched out her arms below, and just before they made contact, a flood of words flooded into her mind.
After Muala's funeral, the evil Melia was sleeping soundly at home. Suddenly, she heard a commotion outside her window. Furious, she jumped out of bed and asked, "Who's making that noise?" The slave quickly replied, "My lady, it's them. They say...they say the master owes a lot of money."
The densely packed paragraphs squeezed in, making her brain feel worse than motion sickness. Melia read desperately, despite feeling nauseous, and finally grasped the general meaning.
Isn't this the plot of "Rose Princess" before the revision? Hmm... It's quite different from what I read at first, closer to the version revised by the Fairy Queen.
If we follow the plot read in the cocoon, there should be a group of people breaking into the bedroom and dragging Melia out, then scolding her for being stupid and extravagant and unable to pay off her father's debts.
At the same time, in addition to Taffy, the slaves also despised Melia because she really couldn't pay the money. In the process of begging for mercy, she begged the creditors to drag the slaves out to pay off the debts and not to torture her, a rich lady.
But the paragraphs that were pouring in were different. Could it be that if a fictional fate wanted to deceive the world, it had to be more logical... Wow, the last paragraph came to an end in my mind.
Melia and Taffy fled to the courtyard and happened to run into the creditor who came to collect the debt.
A huge clock suddenly appeared, and the hour and minute hands pointing to 6 o'clock in the morning clicked and moved to 7:30.
Boom! The clock exploded into a shower of fireworks, and the hazy reality solidified once again.
This time, she was standing in her own garden. The iron gate was pushed open by a crowd of people, who were all talking and demanding debts.
"Meliya, Muala is dead, we have to give the money."
"Yes, yes, you are so rich, open the box quickly!"
Melia rubbed her eyes and found that Taffy was standing beside her, taking a steady protective posture.
Judging from the current situation, it is probably time to spin the thread and weave a reasonable enough explanation to prevent the invaders from continuing to cause damage.
She recalled the text she had just read, and a light bulb went off: Wait, something's not right. The actors' lines were misread, and the characters didn't match.
The funeral has already been held. Given Sura's status, he would definitely not go to Melia's house in person to ask for money.
According to the original setting, someone like Artypus should have taken the lead in collecting debts, but he was executed by Caesar in the real world long ago, so he does not exist in the fictional world.
In "The Rose Queen", there are many powerful people among those who force Melia, mainly the elders of Sulla's faction.
Maybe Elena was quite ruthless in real life, and she restarted the war of attrition with Sura several times, which directly resulted in the fact that the veterans who could appear here could not even gather together to play mahjong.
The plot was changed to this: a bunch of creditors, mainly businessmen, blocked Melia's door, holding up IOUs and demanding that Melia pay them. At the same time, they kept cursing Melia for her extravagance and squandering all the family wealth.
There is no such thing as "You are so rich".
Yes, it’s impossible for me to remember everyone in reality, but among so many businessmen, there must be someone who remembers me and retains the impression of [Richest Woman Melia]!
Melia glanced at Taffy's sparkling eyes, chuckled, and walked towards the creditor. The pure gold jewelry sparkled in the sunlight, and even the dazzling pigeon-blood ruby around her neck couldn't take away that cunning golden-green hue.
"Everyone, don't doubt the talent of the richest man."
She opened her arms and spoke proudly, "Don't you think that instead of creating fake IOUs to steal golden eggs, why not join me in raising chickens and making money? I have a thousand ideas for making a fortune. From traversing the Silk Road of the East, searching for cotton in the wilderness, to forging unimaginable lustrous vessels, there's nothing I can't do!"
【She is Melia. 】
The merchants raised their heads in astonishment, as if looking up at the petite girl.
Why would one think so? Some perceptive people were already starting to feel uneasy: Melia, what was so special about Melia? Muala was dead, and she was nothing.
However, their reason and intuition refuted them, persuading them to let down their guard and continue listening.
At this time, another group of people walked in through the broken iron gate.
Melia glanced and looked away: It was Ilit and her friends. Whether in the original novel or the fictional script, they would come to mock and humiliate Melia, making her subordinates spit on her and step on her fingers, while enjoying the sight of the arrogant and foolish woman being reduced to slavery.
However, when he saw Ilit's solemn expression, his heartbeat gradually stabilized.
The script clearly states that Ilit walked into the courtyard with a big laugh, and without hesitation ordered the slaves to smash the relatively intact furniture in Melia's house, leaving a few gold coins as compensation, without even standing by and watching at the door.
Memories not too far away flooded into my mind:
"Meliya, we can be considered drinking buddies, right?"
"If you say so, then it's settled. Let's get rich together."
"Hmph, alright, you're clever. Actually... having you as a confidant isn't bad. Even if I can't build the ocean-going vessel you mentioned, I'll let future generations do it. Didn't you say you'd have an endless supply of descendants?"
Melia smiled at Ilit and continued, "Think I'm just exaggerating? Never mind. I have a good idea. Who wants a method for making large pieces of transparent glass?"
"Me, me, me!" Immediately, a merchant jumped up, pushed aside the others, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Miss Melia, if this is true, I will redeem you!"
"Well, no rush. I have other bargaining chips." Melia turned and looked at the bewildered slaves in the yard. Some of them stood there sullenly, while others subconsciously helped to stop the merchant. Almost no one was following the script.
She saluted them gently, then turned to the astonished merchant and said, "The glassmaking recipe is in exchange for all the slaves here. Set them free."
Her ability to look back was sealed by the fairy, so she couldn't guarantee her return victorious and had to be prepared for both scenarios.
I will work hard to realize the freedom that was promised, whether it is real or false.
The merchants brought parchment scrolls for her to write on, and she felt embarrassed when she took the prescriptions back, feeling as if she was taking advantage of someone's misfortune, as if the prescription belonged to someone who should not be provoked.
"Then……"
Before Melia could finish, Ilit finally lost her patience. A pretty young woman stepped forward, hands on her hips, and yelled, "You... you still have the nerve to act so arrogant! You're more brutal than anyone else when it comes to beating slaves."
She looked into Melia's clear eyes, her voice getting softer as she spoke. "Tsk, don't be a coward. If you keep acting like this, Ilit won't play with me anymore."
"It's Ella, right?" Melia walked over calmly and stood opposite her.
"How do you know my name?!" Ella was shocked. Wow, this arrogant young lady still remembered her name? She had been chasing after Ilit for half a year, and this group of noble ladies could only barely remember the simple pronunciation.
Melia never talked to them, so how could they remember her?
"Of course I do."
Melia took a deep breath and passed by her.
"Your father was a remarkable general. He generously provided for disabled soldiers, so he couldn't afford better clothes and jewelry. If you really want to wear the latest fashion, you can learn how to do business with Illite."
"You..." Are you humiliating me? Ella tugged at the hem of her skirt, bewildered. For some reason, she felt no grief or anger, only an empty bitterness. Even Melia could lecture her, and she still thought it was okay.
So that's what I was thinking too.
Melia jumped over the crowd and came in front of Ilit. Several bodyguards hesitated for several seconds before coming over and separating them.
"Ilit, can you help me with something?"
"Why should I help you?"
Ilit's face was stern, and her eyebrows were knitted together. Seeing her expression, Melia laughed out loud: "Stop being so arrogant. You clearly noticed something was wrong!"
"What do you mean, I'll help you when you're against me all day long?" Ilit turned her face away stubbornly.
"Egypt's climate is perfect for growing cotton, and its fiber can be used to make clothes. You can send someone to try your luck with the nomads, and I'll draw a rough outline of what it will look like. The weather will be great next spring, so don't forget to plant more food."
Melia gestured for her to look at Taffy. "I only have one request. Please look after Taffy for me."
This is a trial where one is likely to die, and I am enough to be the only one taking the risk.
"Hmph, you have something new? Sure, I'll be merciful—"
"No, please allow me to continue following you, miss. I want to be with you, I really do." Taffi quietly took a step forward and stood in a position that was too rude for a servant.
Really, why did I find what I want to do at this time?
Melia wiped her sore eyes and was about to say something when the scene before her quietly faded away. The clock reappeared and moved to 8:50.
Looking at the rapidly flipping and revising script, his smile widened: "Are you desperate already? What else do you have to offer? Just bring it on!"
No matter what time Elena is "supposed" to show up, I'll run to her.
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