Chapter 1090: NO．213: This… this grand project?

NO．213: This… this grand project?

In the West thousands of years ago, the moon was seen as a symbol of madness.

Coincidentally, in another world called Terra, a knight who fought the sea likewise held this belief, and in the process of trying to kill the sea, he grew ever more mad, caring for nothing else.

Sikadi was not familiar with it, only knowing that the company commander had once traveled with it for a time.

But the great group remembered, and the will of the great group also remembered.

And Yishamala, who had once been linked to the will of the great group, still retained a record of that version from back then.

That knight's anger, that knight's obsession, that knight's madness—the pain each of his strikes caused was transmitted through the harmed Faction to the depths of the great group's will, giving Yishamala a brief vision before her eyes.

But that was ultimately just a vision.

The knight's power did not come from moonlight.

Although it hid a cold, sharp madness, giving the impression of being much the same to a corrupted heart, in the present she undoubtedly faced a super-enhanced version far beyond its existence.

Azure-blue points of light converged into a mighty flow; one sweep cut the waves, a second sweep cut the sea, a third?

There was no third.

Shattered waves, chaotic tides announced the ocean's peril; upon that pale, cold moonlight, the crescent that was once a waning moon gradually became whole.

It was as if a curtain were being drawn open bit by bit, from a small, incomplete arc gradually turning into a pale disk that waxed full and approached.

Like a falling moon.

The sort of huge, clear moon that only appears in exaggerated cinematic techniques, so clear that surface craters and color differences are visible, a giant full moon shining with azure light.

It finally came to rest above the sea surface.

Spreading that pale, cold, mad light across the sea that alone was truly tranquil.

"Truly… mad…"

Only Yishamala remained with the home-field authority, using it to mend her own miserable state, lying supine on the calm, waveless sea surface, watching as that man finally gave her a response.

Without a doubt, she was rejected again.

After the initial invitation was counter-sealed, she was once again refused by the other party, and thus she plainly helped 'Sikadi' defeat herself.

But perhaps it was not a total refusal, after all the other side was herself as well, and she ultimately felt a twinge of reluctance in that dream.

And his choice was to devote himself fully to saving his own dream.

She let out a breath, feeling utterly lost, a little warm, then growing anxious……

In that moment, a surge of emotions welled up in her heart, so many that Yishamala, who ought to have been the voice of reason and thus devoid of everything, stood dazed and unsure, watching Sikadi stride forward, sword in hand, step by step occupying her field of vision.

"You lost." she said.

With an air as if this were all natural, a stupidity clearer than any seawater.

It left Yishamala even more speechless.

"This all ought to end."

Sikadi, righteous and confident as if she had won by her own strength, was about to bring down her great sword when a sudden voice spoke:

"Indeed, everything ought to end, but not in this way."

Suddenly, an irresistible pulling sensation combined with the returning sense of mixture made both Yishamala and Sikadi feel a wave of discomfort.

Both opened their eyes at once and saw Aomo Lindun standing before the instruments.

And beside him stood Laoluntina, nervously staring at herself.

Truly unlike her, she couldn't help but think that, with two synchronized streams of thought.

And this thought made her eyes widen instantly.

"Have you noticed already?"

In her astonished gaze, Aomo Lindun chuckled lightly and asked.

"An imbalance of will leads to a tilt in thinking, manifesting as one side assimilating the other."

He said, gesturing for Laoluntina to come forward and help her remove the helmet, and peel off the patches stuck to her skin where nerves concentrated.

He himself turned away, took a few steps, and continued: "If balance could be restored, then the thoughts would no longer be tangled in chaos, or synchronized, or clear—but this is merely a stopgap."

"A stopgap?" Yishamala, having pulled on her coat and pants again, glanced at Laoluntina pushing back the hair pressed down by her helmet, then looked toward the youth with his back to her.

This time, her heart no longer held that strong urge to make immediate contact.

But she couldn't help but think of that pale, brilliant flash that had suddenly pierced the dark surge just minutes before.

That gleam of moonlight reflected in her eyes, which were sinking into the dark seabed, and it reminded her once again of her desire to slaughter the Faction, a desire that surpassed that of the other side.

That desire was so obsessive, so fervent, that when she came to her senses she felt only alienation, and even more, rejection.

But she could not deny it.

That world was so wonderful, its power so abundant, even her inner feeling was immensely fulfilled, making it hard for her to forget, a sense of trust unprecedented, conveyed even from the blade in her hand, letting her deeply grasp the saying that left a deep impression among the Bloodborne players.

Aah，youwereatmyside，allalong/Ah, it turns out you've always been by my side.

Myturementor/My true mentor,

myguidingmoonlight/The moonlight that guides me.

At this moment, as she faced the youth again, knowing what the moonlight and the blade condensed from it truly were, her heart also held a certain indescribable complexity.

"Let your endless duel continue; another imbalance won't be far off, so I have a proposal that will settle things once and for all."

Compared to her turbulent heart, the youth remained consistently calm and composed in demeanor and tone, speaking words that would also draw Laoluntina's gaze.

"What proposal?"

"First, using Miss Sikadi's cells, cultivate a blank body."

"Second, through Yishamala's dedication ritual, gently transfer that will, thereby effectively separating Miss Sikadi from Yishamala, so there is no further entanglement of will."

This remark even made the ghost shark frown slightly.

"Your method..."

"Surely someone has thought about it, even that person might be Dr. Luo Xia, right?"

"Yes, that kind of hidden danger is too great."

Lauren Tina answered, looking at the youth whose expression remained unchanged, and also smiled: "Mr. Aomo, what's your trump card?"

"Traveling together, this will eliminate the mental imbalance that would likewise result from the severing of consciousness," Aomo likewise smiled, speaking the words that made both of their expressions stiffen: "Miss Skadi and Miss Ishamara need to make a brief return to Terra; I believe you two can become the bridge for a truce between the two peoples—please don't rush, I know the biggest problem with this proposal, please let me finish."

Seeing that both were about to speak, the youth interrupted first.

"Miss Ishamara, I am willing to give you all the knowledge you want, even a set of personality simulation data for the masses to imitate and learn."

He said to Skadi: "But this is an exchange; I want to exchange for a promise of yours."

"A promise to reshape the will of the masses, lead the clan to the star sea, and seek a new home."

"I believe this is not difficult for you, nor for the entire Faction masses."

After all, they were born for the purpose of transforming planetary environments.

Whenever they can reach a planet with even a modest amount of elements beyond the star pod, the Faction can proliferate.

"May I ask a question?" Suddenly, Skadi spoke.

That tone was somewhat softer than before, causing Lauren Tina to give her a subtle look.

"Please speak."

"Can your world accommodate the masses?"

"... It seems, maybe... probably..." Aomo raised his hand, touched his chin, twisted his nose bridge, and fell into a brief contemplation.

Thinking of the current Star Alliance, thinking of the Federation's actual leaders, thinking of the development of that barren star system, he spoke somewhat hesitantly:

"... It actually can."

"But I need to consult a certain expert for reference."