Chapter 33: Last Will

Last Will

Fu Guang disembarked from the Starship, left the Sentinels behind, and hurried back to her residence.

Once the pupil scan completed, a mechanical voice said, "Fu Guang Guide, welcome home."

The door opened with a click, the inside was very deserted, as if no living person had been active for several days.

Thump thump thump.

She knocked on the wall, waking the AI butler and calling the cleaning robot.

"When did Shutong leave, and is any information retained?" Fu Guang's fingertip swept across the tabletop, rubbing twice, stirring up fine dust.

Buzz buzz buzz, the small robot diligently swept away the dust.

"When you left the fiftieth system, Shutong and Liuyun departed and have not returned."

"According to the data net query, an A-rank Sentinel had a confrontation match at that time."

"Originally, your two Sentinels had a fifteen-day leave, but for some reason Shutong and Liuyun signed up for the match."

"They should now be in the simulated battlefield." The AI dutifully retrieved all the information.

After all, they are her people; she needs to go find them.

"I already know; send the information about the confrontation match to my optical brain."

"Okay, Master."

"Clean the house, prepare food, and wait for my return." Fu Guang gave the order indifferently, opened her optical brain to activate navigation, and a faint red dot flickered in her pupils.

"Yes, the program has been activated, already started working as you instructed, estimated duration: one system hour."

After Fu Guang left, she used water escape all the way to the hovercar station, opened the A-rank confrontation match livestream, and found the screen belonging to the two siblings.

All she saw was yellow sand filling the sky, the two siblings standing back to back.

On Shutong's delicate face, left side, there was a slit that narrowly missed her eye; her standing posture was somewhat disheveled, possibly with a wound on her leg.

Most of Liuyun's black feathers had fallen off, revealing prominent red skin patterns, with blood sliding down his remaining feathers.

His eyes were filled with bestiality.

At a glance, it was clear the attacker intended to make him fully mutate.

People who kick someone when they're down exist everywhere, but openly malicious behavior like this is rare.

The hovercar moved without any vibration, only the sound of wind whistling past at extreme speed.

Fu Guang swiped the screen and found the sparse comments: "Even a three-person team isn't fully staffed; what's the point of fighting? Might as well forfeit."

"For the Guide, do you really have to go this far? You're throwing away your life."

"Thinking about such trash‑level Sentinels having a Guide pity them is really irritating."

"What's fun about constantly fleeing? Fight them, trash."

It was all negative sentiment; no one was optimistic about the besieged siblings' stubborn resistance.

Her fair fingertip tapped the screen.

Within the screen, among the many Sentinels surrounding the two, someone whispered, "They nominally belong to Fu Guang's Guide; won't they be going too far?"

"Ha, these Sentinels can just die; could that D‑rank Guide possibly cause us trouble?" The Sentinel at the center snorted, and those around clearly took him as their leader.

"Besides, does she even have that ability? One is a discard abandoned by the White Tower, the other a waste who can only live by relying on others' breath."

That person turned his gaze back to the siblings, his eyes contemptuously sweeping over the two, nearly in rags, and provoked extremely: "Still not withdrawing? Two wastes."

He knew these two wastes, and adhering to the principle of loyalty to their Guide, they would not withdraw.

They were like mice under a cat's paw; playing a bit longer was fine, as no one would come for them.

"I, the great lord, grant you two minutes to properly think about your last words."

"Brother, I'll hold them off for a moment; you break out." The other obviously didn't care about the two exhausted Sentinels; Shutong whispered.

"Huh." The beast‑like voice was weak, yet firmly refused.

"Brother, Fu Guang's Guide is our benefactor; we cannot let her be humiliated, nor let people say, pointing at her, that she is the Guide of those two waste Sentinels."

Her voice tightened, the wind and sand unceasing; it sounded as if she were swallowing a mouthful of gravel as she haltingly said, "Your strength is greater than mine; you can hold out longer. If you truly cannot, you must absolutely not let anyone guide you into mutation."

"Do you understand? Brother." Her voice sank.

Guides may not care whether their subordinates mutate, but they cannot become this precedent.

She had said before that a life‑saving kindness cannot be repaid; only this body can.

"Huh." Liuyun replied softly.

Shutong said no more.

The second‑generation heir Sentinel just counted to "three." With many people coming, she needed to hold back the most agile few.

"Two." In the sandy, windy place, fiery energy was rampant; unfortunately she was ice‑type.

"One." Kill!

"Hmph, boring." Seeing the two still persisting in resistance, he said that, and then killing intent flared in his eyes.

"If you won't drink the toast, you'll drink the penalty." As for the Guide, is this how loyal you are? You're really like a dog wagging its tail begging for pity, while the master remains unmoved.

He rushed forward, the Sentinels at his sides also moved with him, blades swinging.

"You can say your last words now, trash."

White feathers fluttered down; Shutong closed her eyes, and pure white feathers appeared beside her ear. Since her brother's mutation, what she regretted most was that they had never said goodbye.

Now we have properly said goodbye; that's already enough, right?

A tear drifted from the corner of her eye; her exhausted mental power surged, and the bow‑arrow formed of feathers condensed again in her hand as the snowbird took flight.

From all sides, countless icy blades' killing intent condensed, reflecting piercing cold light toward them.

Above, a light rain began to fall; water droplets slowly rose, and suddenly a vivid fish formed of condensed water droplets appeared, swimming leisurely across the translucent blue barrier.

Layers of ripples spread out, blocking this fierce killing strike; the ripples then swayed and gathered, sending the strike back along its original path.

"Ha."

Shu Tong gripped the bow and arrow, raising his head somewhat dazedly, who is it?

Water droplets gathered before them, slowly condensing into a familiar yet utterly impossible figure appearing here.

The wind and sand were especially strong at this moment, the livestream screen was nothing but a sheet of yellow sand.

"Are they dead?...... What wind is blowing at this time?" said the few people who had come to watch the livestream because of the guide.

"They're probably dead, unless they have some trick up their sleeve."

"Are the people upstairs idiots? Why would they need to kill just to use a trick?"

"The livestream hasn't ended, so they probably aren't dead."

The Sentinel who had finished the match early and was watching from a chair glanced at the information of the two above; not only had it not ended, but another person had appeared, and they typed on the screen:

"Am I seeing things? Why does our team have an extra member?"

"Here to give us a free kill?"

"I really agree with upstairs, but can the academy fix this broken net? All the spinning makes nothing visible."

"Who's there?" The few people blown away lay in the scorching sand and gravel, wiping sand from their faces, and before they could see who had come, they angrily said.

"Looks like I arrived just in time."

Golden strands of hair floated up with the wind and sand; the wind and sand that used to turn the sky dim yellow now seemed to become a veil shielding the girl, her features faintly visible, indistinct.

Must say, the AI is powerful, powerful to the point that Fu Guang's mental strength in the virtual battlefield felt newly born, unprecedentedly full.

Fu Guang had a feeling that she could now instantly defeat heaven and earth.

However, she suppressed her mental strength to A-rank range; a S-rank AI would probably kick her out.

A-rank is enough.

"Who are you?" the rich‑kid Sentinel climbed up from the ground, he only felt this person looked familiar, but couldn't recall who.

The few Sentinels in front of the screen were also puzzled, wondering who this suddenly appearing Sentinel was.