A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 991

Chapter 991: Chapter 683: Cycle_2 Chapter 991: Chapter 683: Cycle_2 “Bang.”

However, before the Hero could finish speaking, Duanmu Huai stretched out his right hand, and the large stone at the front of the Holy Sword, like a hydraulic hammer with black flames, whooshed down and smashed the Hero into the ground. The hammer was flat against the ground, without even a slight gap. As for the blood and flesh that splattered on the ground, rolling over it flattened everything.

“Crack——–”
What Duanmu Huai did not expect was that, at that moment, the giant stone originally located at the front of the Holy Sword also seemed to finally succumb to Duanmu Huai's devastation. Accompanied by a crisp bursting sound, it shattered, and thereafter, the dazzlingly bright blade ultimately appeared before Duanmu Huai.

“Tsk tsk tsk, the blood of the Hero is actually the last step in breaking the seal. How interesting.”

Duanmu Huai looked at the Holy Sword in his hand, chuckled, and then put away the sword. He turned his head to look at Olaya, who was staring blankly at the ground in front of her as if she were pondering or perhaps thinking of nothing at all.

Duanmu Huai didn't know what to say either. He patted Olaya on the shoulder, then turned and left.

The reason he knew that the originator was not in this world was simple–the deadline had actually passed a long time ago.

Indeed, according to reason, the Demon King should have been resurrected a hundred years ago, but he has shown no sign of returning. The problem was already quite clear: this world was just a Soul Shard and not the real world. If the Demon King, like a certain Evil Dragon in Manaria, had always stayed in this world, that would be another matter. But since he had been expelled from this world, it was naturally impossible for him to return.

This was also why the Hero dared to cause trouble. Initially, he was afraid that the Demon King would seek retribution, but after hiding out and discovering that the Demon King never came back, he began to brazenly attempt to reclaim what belonged to him.

As for the Demon King… well, Duanmu Huai thought he might already be finished.

After all, a few hundred years might not be long in the eyes of a Subspace Creature, but in the real world, it was enough for drastic changes to occur. It was like the Lost Ground, before Duanmu Huai demolished it, it had been a desolate place, and no one knew how Luminas had finally been destroyed. Moreover, a short period does not mean it's unimportant; in the world of Faelun, the past hundred years witnessed the Saint's Descent and a second return, each a earth-shaking event. The former completely altered the ecological environment of the Faelun Gods, the latter triggered a chaotic battle among the deities. As for whether the Demon King was caught up in it and died along the way… that remains unknown.

Overall, Duanmu Huai had nearly finished what he came to do in this world. As for that Demon King… well, if he pops up, there's still time to deal with him.

Now, Duanmu Huai only had one thing left.

“Sir Judge.”

Olaya didn't know when she had also come up to the balcony, looking over Luminas city with a complex expression.

“Have you figured it out?”

“I don't have much to think about.”

Olaya shook her head, then turned to look at Duanmu Huai.

“Sir Judge, what do you think… this world will ultimately become?”

“That… I don't know.”

“Actually, this isn't my first time experiencing this.”

While speaking, Olaya turned her head, looking ahead.

“Sir Judge, you might not know, but for me, the battle at the Northern Fortress wasn't just that one time. I still remember, initially, I tried hard to resist the invasion of the Monster Legion, and then… I was killed by the Giant Dragon. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was astonished to find that I had returned to the time before the Northern Fortress battle began.”

Olaya spoke softly, her tone very calm.

“At that time, I was excited, happy, thinking that the deities had given me another chance to start over, so I cherished this hard-earned opportunity. I reinforced the soldiers based on my memories and prepared various contingencies… but still, I failed again.”

Olaya said this, closed her eyes, and shook her head.

“Then I started all over again; I truly tried my best, looping through this endlessly, but… each time, there wasn't a good ending.”

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai finally understood why Olaya had that expression when she first fought at the Northern Fortress. For a player experiencing a game level for the first time, starting over brings a fresh eagerness to excel, but if you wipe dozens of times in a row… that's another matter.

“There were also several times when I valiantly protected the Northern Fortress, only to be betrayed. I couldn't understand it, nor could I accept it, and gradually, I became numb. Even if I wanted to kill myself, when I opened my eyes again, I would return to that snowy day in the North.”

As she spoke, Olaya pressed her hand against her chest.

“Gradually, for me, this was no longer a blessing from the deities but a curse from the demon. It seemed to tell me that no matter what I did, no matter how many times I repeated it, I couldn't change anything. I didn't even know when there would be an end. Until your arrival.”

Olaya turned her head, looking at Duanmu Huai.

“To be honest, I was indeed very surprised at that time because in the dozens of loops before, I had never seen you, nor encountered anything similar. That's why I made that rude request at that time…”

That explains it.

No wonder Olaya wanted to join the battlefield herself. For her, after grinding the same level for so long, finally encountering a rare NPC, naturally, she couldn't let it go.

“And your performance was beyond my expectations, so, I agreed to your request, and now looking back… that choice was the right one.”

No wonder Olaya agreed to such an outrageous request of her own. It seems like those players who, in order to clear a stage, wouldn't pass up the most absurd options.

“So, do you think you are now out of this loop?”

“I don't know.”

Olaya shook her head.

“I'm also afraid to know. Maybe when I finally die of old age and open my eyes again, I will return to that familiar place.”

That indeed is quite despairing.

Duanmu Huai now also understood why Olaya had fallen into such despair. Anyone would crack under such relentless looping.

“If you are worried about this issue, then leave it to me. I assure you that after death, your soul will head to the Tribunal and won't start over again.”

“If that's the case, then I'm relieved.”

Hearing Duanmu Huai's response, Olaya breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked at Duanmu Huai and drew closer to him–narrowing the distance between them to the extreme.

Seeing this scene, Ogis let out a slightly annoyed huff but did not speak.

“You've done so much for me, for this country…”

Olaya reached out, gently touching Duanmu Huai's armor.

“So, what reward would you like?”

Chapter end

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