Chapter 502: All Dedicated To

Thousands of Monkeys stood still, each assuming a strange pose, unmoving.

They tilted their heads upward, their round black eyes gazing at the sky as if watching something.

San Yue Qi froze for a moment, then followed their gaze toward the sky.

Then her pupils contracted slightly.

The sky was dyed gold.

No, it wasn't dyed.

It was a covering. A curtain‑like layer spread out from an extremely high, distant place, enveloping the whole sky.

The curtain was studded with countless golden specks, each slowly rotating, like—

like weights.

Countless golden weights.

San Yue Qi's eyes widened slightly, and her mouth opened involuntarily.

In the distance, the black Archer also lifted his head, black aura violently rippling around him.

Then a voice came from all directions, from the heavens and the earth, from every corner.

The voice was deep and powerful, bearing an irresistible authority, as if poured straight into the mind from the firmament:

"I place my bet."

"I gamble."

"I claim victory."

"I let fate spin the wheel, stake everything on a single throw, traverse death and be reborn—"

"All offered to—"

"Amber King!!!"

The moment the final syllable fell, the golden curtain in the sky quivered violently!

Those weights, those tens of thousands of weights, began to fall from the sky!

San Yue Qi only saw the first weight strike the ground—a tiny golden weight, only a few centimeters in diameter, yet where it landed the entire street collapsed instantly!

Second one!

Third!

The golden raindrops poured down, each weight exploding with terrifying impact upon landing!

The Monkeys screamed and fled in the golden downpour, but they could not escape—one weight fell and a dozen monkeys were blown to pieces!

San Yue Qi didn't even have time to shout "Zawa Rudo".

She only managed to glance back at Lin and Lixiang—Lin's mouth was open, fear etched on his face, while Lixiang was completely stunned, eyes hollow like a statue.

Then the golden light devoured everything.

——

San Yue Qi snapped open her eyes.

She stood before the broken door.

Behind her, Lin's bewildered gaze; in the corner, the unconscious Fujimura Lixiang.

In the distance, those two Sabers were still fighting.

Nothing had changed.

San Yue Qi lowered her head, looked at her hand, and touched her face.

She was still alive.

She rewound again.

But this time—

"Clockboy?" San Yue Qi called in her mind.

There was no response.

"Clockboy?!"

Still no response.

The little thing that always went "Tick Tick" seemed completely gone, silent.

San Yue Qi froze in place.

(What's happening?)

(Where is Clockboy?)

(That golden rain just now… what was it? That voice… who was it?)

Countless questions exploded in her mind, making her scalp tingle.

She slapped her head hard, trying to calm her thoughts.

(Calm… calm…)

(Those golden weights just now… falling from the sky, covering the whole city… each one's power at least a B‑rank Noble Phantasm…)

(That's not a power a Heroic Spirit can have.)

(Definitely not.)

San Yue Qi had spent so long on the Star Rail Train that she had seen all manner of terrifying beings.

But that power just now… that all‑covering sense of oppression…

(It is…)

(It is a Command‑Seal‑level power.)

San Yue Qi's pupils contracted slightly.

But how could the envoy be here?

Unless…

San Yue Qi recalled the last sentence the voice just said:

"All to—Amber King!!!"

Amber King.

Preservation Star God.

Kelipe.

In San Yue Qi's mind, the legendary figure surfaced—a huge, silent silhouette forever building walls.

It is one of the most elusive beings among the Star Gods, almost never intervening of its own accord.

That power just now…

(Who was that voice…?)

San Yue Qi's thoughts gave her a headache.

But that doesn't matter.

What matters is—how to escape?

San Yue Qi lifted her head and looked at the sky outside through the window.

It is still normal now. No golden curtain, no weights filling the sky.

In the distance, the two Sabers are still fighting, the Monkeys haven't surged out of the exit yet, and Archer remains standing there motionless.

But San Yue Qi knows.

In a little while—maybe a few minutes, maybe even less—that golden rain will fall.

When that happens, the entire city will be leveled.

San Yue Qi looked at Lin.

Lin stood there, staring at her with a bewildered expression, lips moving slightly: "San Yue Jie? What are you doing standing there, banana? Your face looks so bad, banana… Are you okay, banana?"

San Yue Qi then looked at the unconscious Fujimura Lixiang in the corner.

The orange‑haired girl curled up, breathing steadily, completely unaware of the impending apocalypse.

San Yue Qi took a deep breath.

(There's no solution.)

(With my current ability, a half‑baked Assassin, even if I pull the entire Starry Sky Train over, facing that level of attack would probably still be overwhelming.)

(When those weights fall, can they escape? Maybe, maybe not. But Lin and Lixiang—they definitely can't escape.)

(One is her Master, the other an innocent ordinary person caught up. They will die.)

(They will be swallowed by golden light just like before, not even having time to scream.)

San Yue Qi's fist slowly tightened.

She recalled the pain of her first three deaths—the excruciating tearing by a Noble Phantasm, the void of consciousness falling into darkness. She doesn't want to experience it again.

But compared to her own suffering, she especially doesn't want to see—

(No.)

San Yue Qi lifted her head, her gaze becoming resolute.

(Must Rewind.)

(Rewind to the very beginning.)

That point in time—around seven o'clock this morning—she was still in Lin's living room, hadn't left yet, hadn't encountered any of this chaos.

Nothing had begun yet.

But that was a few hours ago.

How much power would rewinding for that long consume?

San Yue Qi didn't know.

Clockboy gave no response; she couldn't even ask.

But if she doesn't Rewind, Lin and Lixiang will die.

San Yue Qi didn't hesitate.

She turned around, a smile on her face—though the smile was a bit forced—"No matter what happens later, don't be afraid, understand?"

Lin froze for a moment: "What does that mean, banana?"

San Yue Qi gave no explanation.

She silently called out in her mind:

(Clockboy... if you're still there, help me.)

(If you're gone…)

(Then I'll do it myself.)

Then she closed her eyes, desperately focusing on that original moment in her mind.

She gritted her teeth and shouted that name in her mind:

"Loser Eats Dust—!!!"

The world began to spin.

Everything around became blurry, distorted, as if seized by an invisible hand and pulled wildly backward.

Those images—Lin's bewildered face, the distant battle's glimmer—turned into streams of light, flashing past her eyes.

San Yue Qi felt as if she were thrown into a washing machine, the world spinning, unable to tell up from down or left from right.

She didn't know how long had passed.

It could be a second, or it could be ten thousand years.

The rotation stopped.

San Yue Qi opened his eyes—