Chapter 99

Chapter 99: The Curtain Call of Lightning

The weaving of starlines was no easy task; the river of fate extended into countless different branches. Unfortunately, for this tiny star, almost all of them were dead ends.

To change the inherent structure of the world would naturally invite fierce resistance and counterattacks.

Generally speaking, it would take many years of constant strikes and shaking to dismantle the original structure, then establish a new system. Anyone who wishes for immediate success will only suffer greatly.

But hope always exists.

[Even if there is only one chance in ten billion, I will find the path leading to a miracle.]

The silver-haired girl in white dress, with her intense gaze, traversed the river of fate time and time again, searching for possibilities of continuity.

She saw one shattered future after another, one sorrowful ending after another.

The sunset was like blood, broken spears sank into the sand, corpses lay scattered everywhere.

She kept flipping through the river of fate, looking for possible paths to survival.

Again and again.

Again and again.

After countless attempts,

A weariness as vast as a tidal wave overwhelmed her entire being. Even with such talent and power, the girl began to feel exhausted, her originally resolute will gradually sinking.

She longed to rest, to sleep. Her starlit eyes slowly dimmed, her body moving through the river of fate gradually halted, its edges becoming blurred.

It seemed she could vanish at any moment, falling from the starry realm into the mundane world.

She wanted to soar once more, but her fingers had already begun to dissipate, turning into glimmers of light.

[In the end, can it not be salvaged?]

Just as she was about to fall into despair, a butterfly flew out from her hair.

Its wings were a deep blue, like a dream, fluttering gracefully.

She turned into a butterfly, or perhaps the butterfly became her.

Thus, this butterfly spread its wings again, leaping lightly, swiftly traversing the river of fate. Despite its seemingly fragile wings, they were stronger and more resilient than anything else.

Even the washing of time or the collision with stars could not damage them in the slightest.

The butterfly’s speed increased, faster and faster, with no limit.

Finally, she transformed into light, illuminating the entire river of fate.

At last, a trajectory leading to a miracle was found.

The deep blue butterfly turned back into the silver-haired girl. She carefully picked up the originally severed starline.

Threads of golden light continuously gathered from the void, intertwining to form strands, then growing and extending endlessly.

This tiny star would follow this trajectory to a brand-new world.

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The Western Wind Kingdom, the Wind-Blown Wilderness.

The awe-inspiring starlight cascaded from the sky like a waterfall, resembling the aurora.

Pulman ran through the cold wind, his armor stained with blood, unusually cold. Yet, the [Amber Fruit] in his belly released waves of heat and magic, causing his breath to form white mist.

His consciousness had never been clearer. His extraordinary core, which had previously been sluggish, started to loosen.

Pulman’s talent wasn’t high; some might even say it was ordinary. If not for Lolan Hill giving him an extraordinary fruit to improve his constitution, he wouldn’t have been able to condense his extraordinary core.

After taking the extraordinary fruit multiple times and undergoing countless trials between life and death, he barely reached Sequence 5. Among his companions, his talent was considered the worst.

Fortunately, his excellent sword skills and diligent training somewhat made up for his deficiencies, but he had reached his limits. His extraordinary sequence journey had long since stopped.

Like a heavy, tightly shut door, it blocked any glimpse of the future.

But now, while running, he sensed the long-awaited dawn. The rigid, solidified core began to move according to some rhythm, pulsing like the heart of a dragon, slowly yet powerfully.

Previously incomprehensible knowledge and difficulties now clicked instantly.

The extraordinary core in his consciousness was a black gem with intricate patterns.

Its light flickered like breathing, and dark gold lines began to etch and spread across the gem.

Not just Pulman, but other soldiers in the wilderness also experienced similar transformations. Those who had already condensed their extraordinary cores began to ascend, while those who hadn’t started to condense their own cores within their bodies.

The starlight carried boundless mana. Previously hard-to-sense magic was now crystal clear, even if some understood it imperfectly or lacked sufficient talent.

The pervasive starlight acted like invisible threads, guiding mana and magic, skillfully avoiding obstacles and blockages, constantly outlining and forming the sequence core.

It was as if splashing ink onto a canvas created a masterpiece.

You could say this probability was incredibly low, but you couldn’t deny its possibility.

Rolling a hundred dice, each landing on 1, has a probability of one in ten billion.

Miracles are about selecting that result from billions and making it the inevitable one.

Pulman moved faster and faster. Under the starlit wilderness, the air seemed particularly fresh. In his vision, the movements of enemies were clearly visible. In his mind’s sea, the obsidian-like extraordinary core pulsed like a blooming lotus, with pale gold veins on its black petals, where light flowed.

He finally advanced to War Sequence 7: Torment Lord, the pinnacle of the data provided by the girl back then.

Before his pitch-black eyes, the blazing lightning still came, carrying a mountainous and oceanic momentum.

Holding a greatsword made of black steel, impossibly heavy, yet as light as a swallow, flying and then falling, slicing through like a butcher’s knife, splitting an electric knight in half, hot blood splattering.

Pulman’s world had never been so clear. The wind and grass, the movements of enemies, seemed slowed down tenfold. The once subtle flaws were now glaringly obvious, easily exploited, as natural as drinking water.

After one slash, the electric knights suffered their first casualties. But this was just the beginning.

Their formation charged toward the converging square formation, lightning racing across the earth.

The rebel army formation, with tightly packed spear formations ready, extraordinary magic began to gather at the spear tips, radiating cold light, exuding a dangerous and lethal aura.

Screech—

Cold iron sliced through armor, flesh, and bone, chunks of meat and heads mixed with steel rolling to the ground, splattering blood and dust.

The previously brittle square formation transformed into a sharp, icy blade, harvesting the lives of the defiant.

Under the starlight, the thunder gradually ceased.

From this day forward, the lightning-flashing Electric Knight Corps would be erased from the continent, becoming a true legend.

On the wind-drenched wilderness, a new myth would begin to be told.

The star-blessed nation, Clancia.

This country, established under the guidance of sages, would ultimately change the entire world.

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