Chapter 94

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Chapter 94: Return to the Village of Dusk (V)

The Prophet’s sudden question shocked Qi Leren. Him inherit the Village of Dusk? Just like Aya had inherited the Underground Ant City?

“…Why choose me? My origin force isn’t time,” Qi Leren said.

“My wording is wrong. It should be said that you would inherit a part of the Village of Dusk.” The Prophet laughed, “For so many years, I’ve been studying field inheritance. The inheritance method like that of the Dragon Ant Queen isn’t suitable for the Village of Dusk, and the Holy See’s way is also not good. I thought for a long time until a few years ago, I had a new idea.

"In fact, it was also the inspiration given to me by the Lord of Destruction. When he was crowned, he merged his own field with the Underworld and gained unprecedented strength. So after his death, the Underworld’s field did not collapse, but it was maintained with one-third of his demon crystals, waiting for a new heir. The Lord of Power has been looking for opportunities to steal this field, but so far, her dream is just a dream. Over the years, the integration of the Village of Dusk and the world has been ongoing. Ten years ago I could bring the Village of Dusk from this coast to another corner of the world, but that’s no longer possible. It is already an inseparable part of the world.” The Prophet looked at the sunset quietly, and the smile on his mouth made his face rendered by the sunset’s glow extraordinarily gentle. “My idea is to support the Village of Dusk with three different origin forces.”

“With what forces?” Qi Leren asked.

“Change, freeze, and rebirth,” the Prophet said. “You should have seen the Illusionist’s half-field. He can change everything in the half-field at will, and it is his specialty to create illusions and visual illusions.”

Qi Leren nodded. He had seen it. Once when he was training in Chen Baiqi’s home, he opened a door and saw not the living room, but a tyrannosaurus rex more than ten metres tall roaring at him…

“Si Ling has rarely moved since he took over as the acting CEO of the Trial. His half-field is a world of ice and snow. Now, the world of ice and snow under the Courthouse is maintained by him. Since… I was injured,” the Prophet said faintly.

“You were injured? When did it happen?” Qi Leren looked at him anxiously.

“That was a long time ago.” The Prophet’s hand was on his chest, as if touching a nonexistent necklace. “Don’t speak of it. Leren, now I want to ask you, are you willing?”

Qi Leren couldn’t answer, and his worries made him ask the question he was most concerned about: “If I inherit a part of the Village of Dusk, can I help Ning Zhou?”

The Prophet chuckled: “You can throw him into the ice pool and freeze him before he goes crazy.”

“No joking around, can you separate him from the origin force of destruction?” Qi Leren asked.

The Prophet looked at him quietly, with divine pity and helplessness flowing in his dark brown eyes: “If I can do it, why wouldn’t I do it now?”

Qi Leren asked dispiritedly, “What’s the point of inheriting the Village of Dusk?”

“It wouldn’t harm you, anyway. When your own origin force is strong enough and you condense a field, the Village of Dusk will be a part of you,” the Prophet said.

“But this also comes at a price,” Qi Leren asked.

“Of course. You will gradually forget a lot of things. Original human desires will gradually fade away from your heart, leaving only your most persistent things…” the Prophet said.

Qi Leren was silent for a long time.

This sunset lingered near the horizon, and it hadn’t fallen for a long time. The whole beach and sea were golden, beautiful and gorgeous, but empty. The two of them were like ghosts wandering at the end of the day, imagining that they had reached the other side of an eternal life in a stagnant time.

“Why choose me?” After a long time, Qi Leren asked such a question.

“Probably because I saw your soul,” the Prophet said.

“Does my soul look… special… er, pure?” Qi Leren said, feeling that the word was a bit disgusting, and he paused inappropriately.

The Prophet shook his head: “Only children who have never experienced the hardships of the world and don’t know the hardships of the world will have pure souls. Untested kindness is precious, but it is not worth praising. Leren, your soul is not like this.”

Qi Leren felt a little curious: “What is it like?”

The Prophet looked at him, but his eyes seemed to see the depths of his soul through his skin: “Your soul is crumbling. It is a soul full of cracks, which will break at any moment. However, it has neither broken nor fallen, but bravely broke through the obstacles and became stronger, which is already worthy of praise.”

Qi Leren was shocked and only listened to the Prophet continue to say: “I told you not to use S/L Data again because this skill has been overdrafting your soul, and you have already felt it.”

Qi Leren nodded silently.

“But you are very lucky. Every time, you have broken through when you were on the verge of breaking, and now your half-field has condensed. Although it’s still fragile, it has won you time,” the Prophet said.

Qi Leren touched his forehead. Every time he woke up from a nightmare, the fatigue from his soul hinted at this to him, but sometimes he had to drink poison and quench his thirst.

“Leren, you have a beautiful pair of eyes. The way you look at the world is gentle, and you love the world. So I chose you. What is your answer?” asked the Prophet.

Qi Leren couldn’t answer.

Inheriting the Village of Dusk was a shortcut that ordinary people dreamed of, just like Aya inheriting the Underground Ant City. It instantly leapt one to the field level. With such a field, he could at least persist for ten years in the monthly compulsory tasks as they increased in difficulty.

A field, this was a field!

But such a gift came at a price.

“How much do you remember about the past?” Qi Leren asked him.

“I can’t remember the things from before I came to the Nightmare World, nor the things before I achieved the field. At first, it wasn’t so serious, but then some accidents happened… My force began to go out of control frequently, and I spent more than half of my time sleeping in the ice pool, slowing down my time. This cage of time protected me, and also protected this Village of Dusk. Otherwise, even I would have been killed by the compulsory tasks. I didn’t care about it, I didn’t care about it until one day, I woke up from the ice pool and couldn’t remember my name anymore.” The Prophet looked at the sunset, and there was a trace of melancholy in his calm tone. “No one knows it anymore. Since I established the Village of Dusk, they have called me ‘Prophet’, and no one knows my real name, including myself.”

Everything about him was no longer his own, even his name.

When everyone began to call him the Prophet, he was destined to no longer be the teenager who had begged Maria, whom he had never met before, to take him to the Underground Ant City.

The young man who had wanted to go with the flow was pushed by fate to the coast at dusk and founded a shelter for human beings. From that day on, he was no longer only responsible for his own life. He had an extraordinary mission and was destined to lose himself for this responsibility.

He even forgot his own name.

At this moment, Qi Leren seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration. He blurted out: “Zheng Nanxing, your name is Zheng Nanxing.”

This familiar and unfamiliar name made the Prophet suddenly look at him, and his dumbfounded eyes made him look just like the boy of that year.

“When I was in the Underground Ant City, I happened to enter a memory of the Will of the World and saw the first time Maria met you,” Qi Leren said.

The Prophet murmured his name and asked, “What kind of scene was it?”

“It was in the Garden of the Holy Tomb. You found Maria, and had her take you to the Underground Ant City. You introduced yourself with your name at that time, and I always remembered it,” Qi Leren said.

He suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone had arranged all of this: had let him see the past history, witnessed Maria’s parting ways with the Destroyer, and learned the name of a person who had forgotten his own name.

“Zheng Nanxing… I was originally called this name.” The Prophet solemnly said it once and suddenly smiled. “So this is my name.”

Qi Leren felt sad.

The Prophet, he had done so much for people living in this field, but what has he gotten himself?

He had even forgotten his own name.

“…Do you think it’s all worth it? Will you regret it?” Qi Leren asked.

“Of course it’s worth it.” The Prophet smiled and said, “But I will regret it too.”

This seemingly contradictory answer puzzled Qi Leren, but the Prophet didn’t answer him again. He looked at Qi Leren quietly and waited for his final answer.

The hidden darkness and selfishness in my heart prevailed at this moment, and Qi Leren stopped talking and finally got up the courage to say, “Prophet, I—”

“You don’t want to,” The Prophet seemed to see through his heart and said lightly.

“No, I don’t want to. If the cost of strength is that I gradually lose myself and forget the people I love, then I will lose my original intentions. I’m sorry, there’s a person in my heart who I can’t let go of. He can’t lose me, and I can’t lose him,” Qi Leren said.

The Prophet looked at him with quiet eyes: “So do you want to give up your love for the world in order to love someone?”

Ning Zhou’s blue eyes appeared in Qi Leren’s mind, and his heart was filled with infinite love and gentleness, which made him unable to hold more.

So he said, “Yes, I love him more than the world.”

His heart was too small to hold such a big world, and he couldn’t protect so many people. He just wanted to protect one person.

His whole world was that person.

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