Chapter 256 Return to the truth of the Titanic
A huge passenger ship, as white as a dove, was floating on the Atlantic Ocean. The sky was clear and blue. A lot of ice on the sea had been removed. The waves were gently hitting the side of the ship. Everything seemed so peaceful.
At this moment, on the top deck of the passenger ship, two figures suddenly appeared above.
"Wow..." Asuka opened her eyes wide and looked around: "I really miss this ship."
"I do miss you a little bit. I met you here." Anson Lu said, putting his hands in his pockets. "Anyway, let's go for a walk and see if there are any special events or hidden clues."
He still remembered the general structure of the Titanic, so he walked down the stairs into the aisle below. Asuka followed behind Anson Lu, who walked on his own, but would often turn back to wait for her.
The two came to Deck B, an enclosed aisle.
Suddenly, the lights around them dimmed, and the environment they were in seemed to be covered with a layer of "image filter" and became blurred, as if the game system played a CG image centered on where they were, allowing them to intuitively feel the visual and auditory impact.
"Huh?" Asuka was stunned.
"It's just a projection. It can't touch us..." Anson Lu looked at the suddenly changing scene around him, "Hmm... In this case, it might be a 'historical' image, right?"
“Historical images?”
"Yes, just treat it as if we are playing a VR game. Don't be too nervous. I'm afraid you'll turn into a dragon and kill me with a spit of fire."
Bang——
The horrific noise almost tore the two people's eardrums.
The next moment, a corner of an iceberg suddenly appeared and pierced through the aisle, cutting the entire Titanic in half. The sea water rushed in violently, and the young man with countless chess shadows around his shoulders flew in along with the iceberg.
He hit the wall, leaving a deep dent.
"cough……"
The boy's right arm was broken by the iceberg and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from the broken part of his body. Long dragon roars echoed in the storm and thunder. The waves surged violently, like a gloomy and angry beast roaring under the moonlight.
"cough……"
The young man covered his broken arm and slowly raised his head, freeing himself from the pit in the wall. His dark brown eyes reflected the giant dragon tumbling over the Atlantic Ocean.
His eyes were cold and his voice was hoarse as he said, "This thing can no longer be solved..."
"Who is this?" Asuka stared blankly at the 'projected figure' that hit the wall, "No... he is..."
"It's not me, it's the principal." Anson Lu looked ahead.
"The principal used a chess piece to bring Xuelong to 1912, right?" Asuka recalled.
"Well, I thought there might be two reasons at that time." Anson Lu said, "The first reason is that the principal wanted to help other players avoid the Snow Dragon's range AOE skills, so he simply dragged it to the Atlantic Ocean in 1912. The second reason might be... At that time, the principal had already judged that there was no chance of a comeback in the world boss battle, so he thought of dragging the Snow Dragon to the past to give it a try. Now it seems to be the latter."
"In other words... the principal is already struggling to survive at this moment?"
"It's not a dying struggle. The principal won't die. He has been lingering on for decades..." Anson Lu laughed at himself: "To be precise, his current situation should be called 'a last-ditch fight' or 'a last-ditch effort'."
"We've already lost..." The principal got up from the ground. "Sure enough, from the moment we brought Xue Long to this era, the system directly determined that we had already lost this world boss battle."
The sea water pouring into the corridor soaked his clothes, diluting the smell of blood. He clenched his teeth, his slightly twitching face showing undisguised brutality, and blood continued to flow out from the broken right arm.
"His hand..." Asuka frowned slightly, a little worried.
Although she knew that this was just a historical video, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed when she saw the principal, who looked exactly like Anson Deer, injured like this.
"The principal was fine later. There are items in the mall that can heal his broken arm." Anson Lu had a blank expression on his face. "Don't worry about this old bastard. In a sense, he is the culprit who destroyed the world once..."
"Okay." Asuka nodded.
The principal covered the broken end of his right arm with his left hand, and walked step by step towards the opening in the corridor wall. He looked at the dragon roaring in the sky. In a blink of an eye, two icebergs crashed down, and the sea rolled violently.
"God... is actually a child." He murmured, "If I had known at the time... that child was the game developer, if I had been able to negotiate with him at the time, I might have had a chance."
"God is a child?" Asuka asked, "What do you mean by God? The developer of the game?"
"It should be." Anson Lu put his hand on his chin. When he said this, he naturally thought of the teacher in the "Chronicle of World Mythology" copy - Nashu.
If Nash is really the game developer, then he, like the principal, missed the opportunity to negotiate with the other party.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The principal knelt in a pool of blood. Every inch of flesh on his broken right arm was cracking, and scarlet color kept splashing down.
At this moment, a girl appeared quietly beside him, and the moonlight shone on her slightly sad face.
"It seems there is no way, chess player." Sisdoriya said: "The dragon has begun to evolve. It will absorb all the damage it receives. We can no longer cause any harm to it."
"Who is this, a stone statue of the queen?" Asuka Uesugi was stunned. The girl suddenly appeared.
"No, this is the chess piece that the principal uses to travel through time," Anson Lu said slowly, "I only know her name is Sisdoriya, and I don't know anything else."
"Hestoria..." Asuka murmured.
The principal stared at the broken ground with empty eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he almost roared:
"If, if I knew in advance that there was no twelfth round of copies, then I might have had a chance to change everything. How could I have a chance of winning if I started this battle without any preparation...
"But I can't go back. Your skill mechanism is there... If I want to teleport to the beginning of the evolution game, I have to wait at least thirty years."
"I can't help it. My teleportation limit is that I can't teleport to a time point within thirty years." Sisdoriya sighed, "This is something I can't change. It has been destined since I was created."
"...Thirty years. How could I possibly have delayed that long?" The principal grabbed his head with his hands and said hoarsely, "Before the day when the conditions for crossing over are met, Bai Long should have flattened the entire world..."
"But you have to try... right?" Sisdoriya whispered, "If you do nothing, the only thing left is a path to destruction."
The principal knelt on the ground with his head lowered, his messy blood-stained hair covering his eyes.
He remained silent, his ears filled with the ferocious dragon roar.
"There is a problem with time travel. You cannot travel to the last thirty years..." Anson Lu said, "I see. That's why the principal has to live to his forties before he has the chance to be teleported to my timeline."
"Wait, isn't the point..." Asuka put her hand on her chin, "The principal just said that there is no twelfth round of copies?"
"Yes, maybe the game rules at the beginning were just a cover. In fact, the twelfth round of the dungeon was the world boss battle, so the principal started this battle without any preparation."
When Anson Lu said this, he took a breath and every pore of his body closed up.
He really couldn't imagine... if by the twelfth round of dungeons, they were still kept in the dark, thinking that this was an ordinary dungeon and the world boss battle would be after this round of dungeons.
Then, all the players in the world were abruptly teleported to Tokyo by the system, and then learned that the world boss battle was about to begin. The despair that must have been deep in their bones was so deep that it was suffocating just to imagine it.
This was also one of the reasons why the principal lost the battle.
"He must be so confident in you that he didn't even tell you such an important thing?" Asuka asked stupidly.
"Maybe he thinks that I can figure it out with my own ability." Anson Lu looked at the eighteen-year-old principal.
The principal was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and looked at the roaring white dragon under the moonlight: "If this is my retribution... then let me bear it alone."
With his remaining left hand, he trembled and grabbed the rainbow-colored chess shadow around his shoulder. The chess shadow and Sisdoriya disappeared at the same time, and in their place, a deafening bell rang across the sea.
Immediately, a Christmas sleigh flew down from above, and the principal got on the sleigh and rushed into the sea and sky.
Anson Deer also turned his head to look at the sea, and saw a huge pendulum rising into the sky, swinging violently, emitting golden light, and swallowing up the principal and the white dragon at the same time.
"The principal traveled through time again with that dragon?"
"No, maybe he took it back to the original timeline," Anson Lu said, "It's not easy to travel with a dragon. I think the principal must have paid a lot to bring him to the Atlantic Ocean more than a hundred years ago."
"That's right, the principal must have brought him back." Asuka nodded: "Otherwise, if the principal left Haku in 1912, or brought him back to another past timeline, Haku could still take decades to evolve. In this case, the world might have been destroyed before we were even born."
"Yes, that's why it's impossible for the principal to put Bailong into the past. He can only bring Bailong back to the original time." Anson Lu turned his head and looked around. The surroundings had slowly returned to their original state, and the projection effect just now disappeared.
The two remained silent, walking side by side, and soon turned into an outer corridor. The sea suddenly came into view, and the air with a hint of saltiness filled their noses, diluting some of their anxiety and confusion.
The sea was vast, the sky was clear, the wind was gentle, the sun was shining, white clouds were winding, and flocks of seagulls were flying across the sky, chirping and casting their white feathers. Compared with the dark and heavy historical image just now, it seemed like two completely different worlds.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Asuka asked Ansonlu, holding the railing with both hands.
"It's not necessary. There shouldn't be any historical images left anywhere else," Anson Lu scratched his nose. "Even if there are, they have nothing to do with the principal and can't provide us with any substantial information."
"Well, are we going back?" Asuka looked at him.
"Let's go back." Anson Lu shrugged. "Come back and hang out when you have time. I'm not in the mood right now anyway."
"Okay." Asuka knew that Anson Lu had super intuition. Since he judged that there was nothing worth exploring on the cruise ship, this result was ninety-nine percent correct.
So, the two of them used the travel coupons to return to Liukan Town.
As soon as Anson Lu got home, he lay down on the bed and sent a message to Jiang Yiji and Lorenzo respectively.
The content of the message is the same - [Anson Lu: Come to Huanjing Central Park this afternoon. I have important information to tell you. Also, it's almost time to discuss the matter of the 'Tower of Babel copy'.]
After sending these two messages, Anson Lu set an alarm to go off an hour later and then took a nap.
When he woke up, Lorenzo and Jiang Yiji had already replied to him.
[Lorenzo: I'm here, waiting for you at a nearby café.]
[Jiang Yijie: I’m already in the Beijing area, waiting for you to come over.]
Anson Lu yawned, confirmed the two messages and closed the chat panel. It must be said that he felt his position in the hearts of these two official bosses.
Afterwards, he washed his face, changed his clothes, and set off for China's capital, Huanjing, with a travel coupon.
Walking to the Central Park around Beijing, Anson Lu sat down on a long wooden chair next to the fountain, then sent a message to the two of them. Jiang Yiji arrived first very quickly as he was more familiar with the roads around Beijing, while Lorenzo arrived a little later, but their time was almost the same.
The three of them sat down on wooden chairs. As world-class celebrities in a place like the Beijing area, they reached a consensus - masks, sunglasses, hats, everything was available, nothing was missing, and they looked like a gathering of three blind people.
"So, what are you calling us out for?" Jiang Yiji asked.
"First of all, I know the identity of the game developer. He is the teacher in the 'Chronicles of World Mythology' dungeon - Nashu." Anson Lu said, "Secondly, I have another piece of extremely important information to tell you..."
After a pause, Anson Lu sighed and said slowly: "There is no twelfth round of copies. It is better to say that the twelfth round of copies is actually the world boss battle."
Hearing this, both of them were stunned. There was too much information contained in Anson Lu's short two sentences.
"How did you know about this?" Jiang Yijie put his hand on his chin and pondered, "From the message left by the principal?"
Lorenzo remained silent, waiting for Anson Deer to speak.
"It's a long story. I went to the Titanic." Anson Lu said, "Anyway, I'll tell you slowly, and then I hope you can pass this matter on to the officials of various countries, and prepare for the world boss battle in advance after the eleventh round of the dungeon is over."
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