Chapter 194: Disaster of the Mechanists · The Lost Judgment Angel

Dean Silver’s eyes widened as she looked at Rast. Even her big tail involuntarily stopped wagging.

She hadn’t noticed it before, but now that she thought about it, it really did seem to be the case.

She had been smuggled into the Nightworld by this guy Rast, making her a complete and utter undocumented entity.

And if this brat Rast accidentally kicked the bucket in the Nightworld, then without him as her escort, she would likely be stuck in the Nightworld for all eternity.

“Damn it, why do I feel like I accidentally boarded your pirate ship?”

“And you really have that much confidence in me?”

She glared at Rast. “Running with you in front of an Angel…”

“Am I really that amazing, do I even know that myself?”

“Well, since I’ve already boarded this pirate ship, then I guess Dean Silver will have to accompany me to the end.”

Rast gave a slight smile. “As the Dean of the Magical Creature Research Department at Starfall University, you wouldn’t just stand by and watch your student get killed, right?”

“Besides—”

“I truly would like to consult Dean Silver on how one might break through to the Angel Domain, beyond the Legendary Realm.”

That was indeed one of the issues Rast currently faced.

The three-hundred-year time loop in Deep Blue Port had forged an extraordinarily resilient spiritual power in him.

And his “Tower” Sequence, unlike the “War Chariot” which leaned toward physical capabilities, was one that favored spiritual and mystical aspects.

Precisely because of that, after leaving Deep Blue Port, Rast encountered virtually no obstacles while advancing from Tier One to Tier Six.

The three hundred years of hardship he suffered in Deep Blue Port had not been in vain. The steady accumulation over time eventually yielded returns, granting him a foundation far beyond others in the same tier during his subsequent ascension—

If not for that, it would have been impossible for Rast to cross from Tier One to Tier Six in just over half a year.

However, now that he had reached this point, the accumulation and foundation he built up in Deep Blue Port had nearly been depleted.

Looking at the Legendary powerhouses of previous civilizations provided ample evidence. Whether it was Sisel, or the Legendary Mages of the Wizard Civilization, or the Legendary Summoners of the Virtual Realm Civilization—they all required centuries of slow and patient effort to break through into the Legendary Realm.

The boundary between non-Legendary and Legendary was an absolute chasm. Countless Tier Six peak-level powerhouses had been stranded before this heavenly barrier, unable to cross it in their lifetime.

Even someone with extraordinary talent, without the Nightworld’s blessings, would still need nearly a century of bitter cultivation to truly take that step and complete the fundamental metamorphosis of life.

Thus, at this very moment, Rast truly felt the pressure—

The pressure of not being able to advance his tier further, and of the road ahead growing increasingly unclear.

If Rast had been just an ordinary person, then there would have been no need for such haste. He could have followed in the footsteps of other Legendary powerhouses, slowly exploring and accumulating over decades or even centuries… step by step, laying a solid foundation before naturally achieving ascension.

But clearly, that was not the case.

Whether it was the pressure from the Nightworld and the Gravekeepers, or his desire to uncover the truth of Canaan, or even that ideal etched deeply into his soul, known as “Shoreguard”—all of it determined that Rast could not leisurely take his time to accumulate and polish, waiting for a natural opportunity to ascend.

The “Gravekeepers” had not perished during the final catastrophe of the epoch but had survived until today. This was an already confirmed fact.

And if they were to resurface, then the non-Legendary Rast would not even possess a shred of resistance.

Therefore, Rast had to break through and step into the Legendary Realm as soon as possible—the sooner, the better.

“I already said, I’m just a snow ferret. I really don’t understand these convoluted, complicated matters. This stuff just burns brain cells.”

“How about you go ask someone else, Little Rast? Like Little Tina’s father, that Allen… I think that scheming old guy is hiding something deep too. At the very least, he’s a Legendary, maybe even an Angel, who knows.”

“Besides, asking him for help would be perfectly reasonable. After all, you’re practically his future son-in-law!”

Dean Silver still looked pitifully at Rast, trying to get away with acting cute.

But when she saw the resolute determination in Rast’s eyes, she finally sighed.

Dean Silver knew Rast’s personality very well. Once he truly set his mind on doing something, he wouldn’t be easily swayed until he achieved his goal.

“All right, all right… I get it.”

“Let me think. Breaking through to the Legendary Realm, and the path to becoming an Angel…”

“It’s all knowledge I haven’t used for centuries. I don’t even remember which corner of the Memory Labyrinth it’s buried in. Let me dig around…”

Dean Silver wore a pained expression of deep thought.

Only after a long while did she speak again. “To ascend to the Legendary Realm, that is, to break through from the Sixth Tier to the Seventh Tier…”

“If I remember correctly, the core of the path to Legend lies in one's own Higher Sequence Tier.”

“Each Higher Sequence Tier corresponds to a manifestation of certain rules and authorities in this world... And the process of becoming Legendary is a metamorphosis from human to non-human, a leap in the essence of life. It is also an elevation of one’s Sequence.”

“From being merely a user of a certain rule and authority, one ascends to become the controller of that rule and authority.”

Dean Silver's voice took on a slightly more serious tone.

“Therefore, to break through into the Legendary Realm, one must return to the essence of their Sequence, find a way to go a step further along their own Higher Sequence Tier, and deepen their understanding of their Sequence and its corresponding rule and authority.”

“For example, the moon itself does not emit light. Its glow comes from reflecting the light of the sun and other celestial bodies—so the way I tried to stay by your side, to experience and absorb the light of the human soul, is a further interpretation of the ‘Moon’ Sequence.”

“Another example is your previous Shoreguard leader, that ‘Sun’ old man. If I’m not mistaken, he likely constructed a complete model of stellar motion within his mental image using spiritual power, projecting a true sun from his own mind... That’s why that old man was terrifyingly powerful, able to take on four opponents without being at a disadvantage.”

“And if it’s Little Shiya’s ‘Death God’ Sequence, then to go a step further, the method would likely be to establish a paradise for the dead, a nation of the Underworld, becoming the true sovereign of death, the ‘Death God’.”

“That’s also why that Old Death God chose to interfere in secret, to build a paradise of the Underworld upon his own corpse and crown Little Shiya as Queen of the Underworld... In this way, if He were ever to revive using Little Shiya as a vessel, reawakening in human form, it would be extremely easy for Him to ascend once again to the Legendary Realm.”

“Of course, that guy’s done for now, which benefits Little Shiya... When she breaks through to the Legendary Realm later, it should be quite easy, without any real obstacles.”

Dean Silver wagged her tail. “I don’t know much about your ‘Tower’, but if you want to break through to the Legendary Realm, it will definitely have to involve your ‘Tower’ Sequence.”

“Tower”?

Listening to Dean Silver’s explanation, Rast fell into deep contemplation.

Unlike the more straightforward symbolic meanings of Sequences like ‘Sun’, ‘Moon’, ‘Death God’, and ‘War Chariot’, his ‘Tower’ Sequence was undoubtedly more abstract. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly what authority and rule it corresponded to.

However...

Rast recalled the ‘Tower · Rast’ card he had once seen in the ‘The Fool’s Library’.

On the back of the card was an illustration of a tower struck by lightning, engulfed in roaring flames.

It depicted the ancient legend of the Tower of Babel—in the distant past, people gathered on the plains of ancient Babylon and began constructing a sky-piercing tower, hoping to reach the heavens where the gods resided.

But their actions were soon discovered by the gods in the sky. Angered by the ants called humans attempting to stand as equals with them, the gods sent down divine punishment.

A mighty lightning bolt split the Tower of Babel in half, and the gods forced humanity to speak different languages, so that they could no longer communicate and scattered in all directions.

This was a tale of divine wrath, of punishment by thunder, of the broken Tower of Babel… a story symbolizing ‘destruction’.

Was the authority and rule governed by the ‘Tower’ Sequence... ‘Destruction’?

That would explain why he awakened to the ‘Tower’ Sequence in the first place. After all, during his time in Deep Blue Port, Rast had stood countless times at the edge of annihilation—not just physical destruction, but also the collapse of the mind, the extinction of the soul.

If not for the presence of Xiao Ai and Canaan, his mind and soul would have long since self-destructed. Even if his body had remained intact, he would have become nothing more than a soulless husk.

So, to break through to the Legendary Realm in the ‘Tower’ Sequence, must one first destroy oneself?

But he had already died once. Even if he were to ascend to Legend afterward, what meaning would it hold?

“As for the traits of becoming an Angel, above the Legendary Realm...”

“Let me think. I believe it was ‘Temporal Uniqueness’, wasn’t it?”

Dean Silver’s words interrupted Rast’s thoughts.

“Temporal Uniqueness?”

“Yes, Temporal Uniqueness… no matter where you are in the River of Time, whether upstream or downstream…”

“No matter if it's the past, present, or future—there is only one you.”

“That is the trait of an ‘Angel’. It is the prerequisite for breaking through the Seventh Tier and becoming an Angel.”

The past, present, and future... all being a singular self?

Rast froze slightly. That description did sound somewhat similar to his skill ‘Origin of Fate’.

Just as he was about to ask more, he noticed Dean Silver grabbing her head in frustration.

“Ahhhhh! Stop asking! If you keep asking, my brain is going to explode...”

“This isn’t something a snow ferret is supposed to bear… I desperately need to play a game right now to stabilize my collapsing mental state.”

As she spoke, the Little Snow Ferret had already leapt off Rast’s shoulder and dashed straight toward the computer desk where the virtual reality game headset was placed.

Seeing this, Rast didn’t stop or question her further. Being able to extract this much hidden information from Dean Silver this time was already an unexpected gain, enough for him to digest for a while.

After all, even wool-shearing needed to follow the principles of sustainable development, didn’t it?

“No way, this game actually has a character named ‘Rast’? Hahahaha, and they even made you look pretty handsome. Just how much did that little brat Grey beautify you in her memories... No wonder you ranked first in the game’s popularity poll.”

“Wait, what are these posts on the player forum?”

‘If we equip the Shoreguards with a thousand giant combat mechas, could we steamroll the Iron Cross Clan?’

‘If Rast had an antimatter sniper rifle, could he solo the Gravekeepers, and would the Iron Cross Clan leader Sisel still have to die in the Battle of the Fractured Coastline?’

“What even is all this nonsense?”

Soon, Dean Silver’s excited yelling echoed from the other side of the room.

Meanwhile, Rast refocused his mind on the pale blue screen in his consciousness that continued to flicker.

Very quickly, a thought moved in Rast’s heart.

Because he realized that this time, the Nightworld Mission was actually connected to that virtual reality game that Dean Silver had been so obsessed with.

【Nightworld Mission “Disaster of the Mechanists · The Lost Judgment Angel” has begun】

【Historical Background: After the Battle of the Fractured Coastline, under the leadership of the ‘Shoreguard’ Grey, humanity rapidly rose to power, eliminating the remnants of the Iron Cross Clan and the Beast Tide across the continent… Cultists also quickly disappeared, and humanity stepped into a brand new era.】

【Over the next two hundred years, under the leadership of the Legendary leader Grey, human civilization advanced rapidly. One after another, flourishing cities were established, and the level of technology prospered immensely—the dark times of the past gradually faded from memory, becoming mere chatter over meals or the historical background of popular online games.】

【However, beneath this highly prosperous surface, with the mysterious disappearance of Leader Grey ten years ago, the full-dive VR game “Ode of the Shoreguards”, and the birth of the ‘Artificial Angel’ Project…】

【A turbulent undercurrent was quietly brewing deep within this seemingly thriving civilization.】

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【Current Historical Echo Type: “Remnant of the Age”, no tier-level restriction】

【Mission Objective: Fully experience the “Disaster of the Mechanists” and survive successfully】

【Optional Mission 1: Participate in the limited-time event “Deep Blue Port Speedrun Challenge” in the virtual reality game “Ode of the Shoreguards” and secure first place】

【Optional Mission 2: Investigate the Artificial Angel Project and explore the origin of the “Disaster of the Mechanists”, along with the truth behind it】

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