Chapter 1310 1310: 1310: Divine Game: Graveyard of Bones 32

That kind of indiscriminate madness, completely lacking any sense of reverence, only further confirmed QM Foolishness's earlier words.

Rationality, madness, chaos, willfulness—

In Graveyard of Bones, they were carving out the meaning of their own existence with their own hands.

"We spent an entire day researching," QM Foolishness said, her voice gradually slowing, "and in the end we reached a conclusion. It was indeed possible to create a tool capable of capturing soul flames.

"But the problem was… we didn't have enough time, and we didn't have enough materials."

She paused slightly, as if letting that conclusion settle before continuing.

"You might be wondering—what about our gemstone eyes? Why didn't we use them earlier?"

Her gaze lowered, then lifted again.

"That question… was finally placed right in front of us on the very last day of the game."

After nearly thirty days, every resource they had brought in, every material they had collected, stolen, or refined—was gone.

Nothing remained.

They didn't know how the larger war had progressed.

They didn't know whether Quiet Mountain had restored more Order Badges.

They didn't know whether Starsea had lost players, or how many had been transferred.

At that point, none of it seemed to matter anymore.

They sat back to back at the very center of the clock, where the hands intersected, where time itself felt most tangible.

The tolling of the bells echoed around them.

Only two hours remained.

QM Foolishness asked quietly,

"Will you give up?"

"Of course not," Starsea Foolishness answered without hesitation. "I've never abandoned any of my ideas."

There wasn't even a trace of doubt in her voice.

"I'm the same," QM Foolishness said. "In Quiet Mountain, the most painful thing was never failure. It was being forced to stop my research midway… or seeing the things I created treated as worthless garbage."

She let out a faint breath.

"That kind of feeling… is worse than losing."

Starsea Foolishness laughed softly.

"That does sound infuriating."

QM Foolishness continued,

"If Foolishness Game succeeds, but still ends up being classified within the existing system of Divine Game… still treated as just another relic or item…"

She paused.

"Then the next time we meet might be the final battle between us."

Silence lingered for a moment.

Then Starsea Foolishness said,

"But we still have to try, don't we?"

"Of course."

QM Foolishness's voice steadied.

"And actually… there is one material that fits better than anything else."

"One?"

"At least two."

The moment those words fell—

They moved at the same time.

No hesitation.

No warning.

They attacked each other.

Because the answer had always been obvious.

Who in this world was more suitable to complete Foolishness Game than Foolishness herself?

Their gemstone eyes—

the crystallization of their brilliance, their identity, their very existence—

There was nothing more fitting.

"Foolishness Game was born from our battle," QM Foolishness said, her tone softening,

"And it was also perfected through that same battle."

"There was no holding back. Not even for a moment."

"But after we each personally dug out one of the other's gemstone eyes…"

Her voice slowed.

"We stopped."

At the exact same moment.

No agreement had been spoken.

No signal had been given.

Yet both of them knew—

this was enough.

"With the final stretch of time we had left," she continued,

"We used those eyes… to create special bullets."

"She crafted mine."

"And I crafted hers."

"I created 'Future.'"

"She created 'Past.'"

Her lips curved faintly.

"When those two bullets were finally loaded into the cylinder…"

"The toy… was born."

At that moment, QM Foolishness's entire demeanor changed.

The cold sharpness faded, replaced by something almost… gentle.

Like a scar that no longer hurt.

Like a masterpiece finally completed after endless revision.

Rita didn't even realize she had been holding her breath until her chest tightened.

She let it out slowly, then asked, almost instinctively,

"And after that? Who ended up with Foolishness Game? What happened to those two bullets? And… why did her hair turn pink?"

Her thoughts were still immersed in the story.

Now she understood.

When Starsea Foolishness said she hadn't lost anything—

She really hadn't.

Those eyes, those bullets—

They weren't losses.

To someone who loved uncertainty, who embraced randomness and possibility,

Not knowing where those bullets were…

not knowing when they might return…

That uncertainty itself was part of the game.

Part of the fun.

"After that?" QM Foolishness echoed.

"She took Foolishness Game."

"I kept the two bullets."

"We made an agreement—next time we meet, we'll fight again. And the winner will decide who the gun truly belongs to."

Then she suddenly narrowed her eyes slightly.

"But seriously… why are you so fixated on her hair? Is that really important?"

"She dyed it. Didn't you know?" Rita replied.

"I know," QM Foolishness said casually. "Light pink mixed with white. I think it looks fine."

"…."

Rita fell silent for a moment.

She looked at QM Foolishness's naturally radiant, gem-like hair—shimmering with brilliance—and then imagined that same brilliance dyed into pale pink.

Her expression became complicated.

"I just thought… maybe there was a story behind it."

"Well… not really," QM Foolishness said, though she didn't seem particularly eager to explain.

Rita didn't hesitate. She flipped My Sigh into the air.

"Tell the truth. Whatever game it lands on, you can play it."

QM Foolishness's eyes lit up slightly.

"Fine."

She didn't even pretend to resist.

"It's simple. I cursed her."

"She came to Graveyard of Bones, dug out her own eye, and forced it onto me."

QM Foolishness's expression darkened slightly.

"Do you know how troublesome that is? I was just a residual will. But she—completely unreasonable—actually figured out a way to fuse a gemstone eye into my existence. Something we had only joked about before."

"She kept saying it was to make my gemstone 'perfect and flawless.'"

QM Foolishness scoffed softly.

"So I burned my soul flame and cursed her."

"If my gemstone is now flawless… then yours shouldn't shine either."

"She hates light pink the most."

"So my curse was simple—unless she takes back the eye she left with me, her hair stays that color forever."

Rita: …

At this point, neither of you has any moral high ground.

QM Foolishness read that thought instantly.

She extended her hand.

"Give me the coin. My turn."

Rita glanced at the current effect.

Single Throw: ignore space and distance to throw an item at any target.

Situationally useful, but nothing extraordinary.

Still, she handed it over.

The moment QM Foolishness took the coin, her gaze snapped back to Rita.

Sharp. Focused.

"Do you have any trash on you?"

Rita immediately sensed danger.

"…Calm down."

QM Foolishness ignored her completely and walked straight toward her.

"If not, take off your socks."

Rita turned and ran without hesitation.

"Can you consider my survival for even a second? I'm not joining whatever this is!"

"Give them to me!" QM Foolishness chased after her without the slightest shame. "Hurry! If you don't, I'm not telling you anything else. She won't even know they're yours!"

"My socks smell like strawberries, thank you very much—wait, that's not the point! I have standards! Throwing my socks at someone who taught me is absolutely crossing a line!"

"Just one sock," QM Foolishness bargained instantly. "Give me one sock, and I'll tell you a secret about the center of the Order Clock. Only she and I know it."

Rita skidded to a halt, turning so abruptly she nearly collided with her.

Her expression turned serious.

Very serious.

She stared straight at QM Foolishness and asked,

"If I give you both socks… what do I get?"