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Above the sky, the blue moon looms ominously.
The young girl stands in the air, her pink nightgown fluttering in the breeze, her white hair scattered, tinged with a faint blue glow.
Before that enormous blue moon, which occupies almost half of the sky, the girl appears so small, like an insignificant speck of dust.
Yet, the moment she appears, the ghostly shadows that have been crazily eroding the academy suddenly freeze.
As if time has frozen, those shadows that have caused Professor Plon so much trouble, lacking even physical form, transform one by one into amusingly distorted sculptures.
Terrifying gazes drop from the infinitely distant horizon; within that colossal will infused with death and madness, there is mixed in a touch of… gravity.
“Well, it’s been a while.”
The girl tilts her head back; her red eyes reflect the blue moon.
The moon is silent, yet the ghastly shadows constructed by the craters and seas become increasingly heavy.
“It appears you still dislike me as always.”
She shakes her head helplessly, glancing at the grotesque mass beside her.
“And you, why do you always manage to be so nauseating when I see you? Love God.”
The grotesque mass with a single eye begins to squirm, and soon the eye transforms into a twisted mouth, emitting a harsh sound like metal scraping against metal.
“…You… are still alive?”
“Heh heh, are you surprised that I’m alive?”
The girl smiles: “But there’s a saying, girls who love to sleep always age slower. For an eighteen-year-old flower like me, who can sleep for decades, living a few more years is quite normal, isn’t it?”
“However, Love God, during the time I was asleep, it seems you have been particularly attentive to my academy.”
The girl raises her hand, pointing at the grotesque mass, and then, she pretends to grip it.
Instantly, the mass lets out a sharp scream, bursting apart with a bang, transforming into countless pieces of flesh that scatter in all directions.
“Trying to escape?”
On the girl’s adorably chubby face, an immense coldness now shows.
“Since you’ve come to visit, you must leave some gifts behind, right?”
She lightly waves her Pink Star Wand.
A thunderous roar erupts.
Magic power, far greater than when Professor Plon was manipulating it, surges into the twelve black towers, causing them to glow scarlet as if overloaded.
The first large ceremonial machine activates under the girl’s command, a new structure rising from the academy’s lowest level, transforming beneath her feet into a sea of silver.
Like an endless stream of mercury.
In the next moment.
That seemingly boundless sea of silver instantly solidifies.
Smooth as a mirror.
Reflected in the mirror are the enormous blue moon and the pieces of flesh fleeing in all directions.
But as those pieces of flesh flee, they suddenly lose direction.
The remnants of the Love God outside the mirror have vanished, as if the reflections in the mirror have unknowingly transformed into reality.
The trapped mass, sensing it has been caught, turns toward the white-haired girl in the mirror, letting out an angry roar.
“Don’t scream.”
The girl gently reaches into the mirror.
The mass loses vitality in an instant, and she seems to have grasped something.
It is a twisted formless essence.
After weighing it in her hand, the girl can’t help but show a regretful expression:
“No wonder it’s so weak after losing that Crowned One body; it turns out it was just a small portion of will projected over here. Truly, you shame the Evil God, Love God.”
Losing interest, the girl casually tosses the twisted formless essence back into the mirror.
She lifts her head and gazes once more at the blue moon.
The moonlight is silent and cold, cascading like a waterfall.
But the moonlight, which should be infinitely fast, seems to meet some obstruction, becoming hazy in the reflection of the silvery mirror, coalescing into soft blue mist.
That mist drifts high above the academy, as if blown by the wind, lingering without falling.
“Next, it’s your turn, Moon.”
The girl’s relaxed voice, like a ballad, travels up to the moon.
Like a desecrator, proclaiming disrespect toward divinity beneath the firmament.
Thus.
The Silent Moon erupts in fury!
Countless shadows pour forth from the backs of those craters and the gloomy moon sea, like thick drops of ink spreading across the ethereal blue moon.
The spreading shadows form two inverted small moon arcs and a large crescent.
The shadows of the moons sketch the grotesque smile of a clown’s mask.
And in that profound darkness, pairs of blood-red eyes open, glaring angrily at the insignificant disrespectful being!
Boom!
The heavens quake!
The pitch-black canopy of the sky trembles like waves struck by an iron ball, producing visible, invisible ripples.
The barriers separating the worlds seem about to be shattered by an incomprehensible mighty force; the moonlight spreads, and the shadows of the entire world seem to come alive.
Even the silvery mirror beneath the girl’s feet begins to tremble.
And within that mirror, the countless ghosts that emerged from the land of death suddenly break free from the constraints of time, distorting into indistinguishable black limbs, howling as they crash into the lowest structure of the academy.
At this moment, the Silent Moon completely abandons the sealing of this realm and begins an all-out assault!
Thus, all over the world, many powerful beings awaken from their slumber, casting horrified gazes toward the sky.
“Oh? Is it anger from humiliation?”
The girl lightly sighs:
“But rules are rules; that world barrier isn’t so easily broken. What can you achieve by acting recklessly, except wasting your own strength?”
“So…”
The girl stares fearlessly at the now entirely unappealing, grotesque moon, her expression solemn.
“Go back, Moon; this is my territory, a place you cannot taint!”
As her cold words settle.
A grand bell tolls.
The highest bell tower of the academy casts a clear shadow on the silvery mirror.
Like the hands of a clock.
And the twelve black towers standing on the edge of the academy serve as the scales.
The hand tilts, pointing between the five and six.
Then, it tilts faster.
In just a few breaths, it traverses the last distance between five and six.
The invisible rules spread.
Thus, except for a few of the most powerful beings, no one noticed this clear morning.
The time of the entire world seems to have been abruptly cut short by half an hour.
Exactly six o’clock.
At the edge of the pitch-black horizon, a faint light begins to glow.
It is dawn.
The bell tolls once more.
The girl, appearing almost smaller, stretches out her hand, as if to grasp the grotesque blue moon in her palm.
“Look, Silent Moon.”
Gazing at the night gradually receding, the girl coldly declares:
“The day has dawned.”
…
…
“It’s over.”
Watching the sky gradually brighten, the increasingly dim blue moon finally allows the girl to exhale in relief.
After all, dealing with an evil god that almost truly descended was somewhat stressful even for her.
“Fortunately, the price paid is still within an acceptable range.”
However, tugging at the loosened nightgown, a trace of discontent still appears in her red eyes.
It couldn’t get any smaller.
“Next, let me see why you suddenly came to my academy, Moon.”
As her cold words fall, the dim blue moon in her eyes vanishes, transforming into countless stars.
The stars flicker, moving, tracing mysterious paths in the endless void.
The girl watches those trails, pushing forward to deduce the course of fate.
“Are you… afraid?”
The first result of the deduction leaves the girl slightly stunned.
The stars continue to flicker.
“Because… of the King of Withering?”
The girl’s gaze lowers slightly, recalling the boy who had been favored by the King of Withering earlier.
Yet, this corner of fate revealed by the deduction leaves the girl even more puzzled.
The Silent Moon and the King of Withering are two opposing evil gods of the same rank.
Their powers are completely opposite, yet they cycle into each other, being arch-enemies while also being the closest of existences.
By common logic, even if these two truly fought, they should be unable to harm one another.
Yet why is the Silent Moon afraid of the King of Withering at this moment?
According to the deductions, the King of Withering is indeed recklessly approaching the Silent Moon, and in as short as two months or as long as half a year, they would completely meet and erupt into divine warfare.
As for the reason, it’s unclear.
Involving multiple deities, being able to deduce to this point is already the limit; any further would be shrouded in fog, seemingly involving more matters.
So the girl abandons deduction and begins reasoning.
Sometimes, one does not necessarily need to see the trajectory of fate to know the truth.
For gods of such supremely high status, very few reasons can prompt change in their actions.
So, only a little insight transcending this era is needed to guess the truth.
Coincidentally, the girl is not lacking in insight.
Thus, she quickly surmises one highly likely situation.
“Perhaps… the King of Withering learned of your weakness from somewhere.”
“So, he recklessly pounced on you to devour your authority.”
“And you would fear, because the King of Withering, who knows your weakness, can indeed accomplish that.”
“Hence, in pursuit of new power, to avoid being devoured by the King of Withering, you would invade the academy to acquire that thing beneath it.”
“I see, I believe I understand, but…”
Gazing at the vanishing blue moon, the girl sighs with melancholy.
“As far as I know, there’s only a little over one existence in this world that knows the weaknesses of the gods.”
“No, wait, one of the one-and-a-half is already dead.”
“Which means…”
The girl’s gaze flickers, ripples unexpectedly stirring in her mind, which had been serene as a mirror.
“That thing still exists in the world, huh?”
…
…
“Professor Gran.”
“Don’t talk to me!”
In the sea of flowers, the professor, like Mu’en, has been disassembled piece by piece by the girl, angrily retorts: “I’m not familiar with you!”
“Can’t you just not be so childish, Professor?” Mu’en twitches his lips.
“What childishness? You put me in this state and don’t allow me to be angry?” Professor Gran glares.
“Didn’t Professor Gran trap me first?”
Mu’en sneers:
“Don’t tell me that candy was prepared for me to eat.”
“…”
Professor Gran averted his eyes awkwardly.
“Alright, I just want to ask you a question.”
Mu’en lightly sighs and asks:
“What’s going on with the Silent Moon invading the academy, as you mentioned before?”
“Uh? Why is a student asking so much?” Professor Gran is puzzled.
“Curiosity.”
Mu’en expressionlessly makes up an excuse: “Wouldn’t a normal person be curious when encountering such matters? To be honest, my curiosity inside is almost about to explode; I’m at the point where I’d die if I don’t know the specifics.”
“Well, true.”
Professor Gran nods seriously: “Normal people are indeed curious.”
“But unfortunately, I’m not very clear about the specifics either; after all, when it comes to evil gods, those in the know basically have to sign a non-disclosure agreement.”
A non-disclosure agreement…
Mu’en frowns: “Then… what unimportant information…”
“What can I know?”
Professor Gran shrugs from a few meters away:
“I just seem to have heard that old man Plon sigh about how this matter seems to involve a third evil god; nothing else.”
“A third evil god?”
Mu’en contemplates and then vaguely catches a thread, his eyes suddenly brightening.
“Thank you, Professor Gran; I’m going to sleep now.”
“Eh? Sleeping?”
Professor Gran looks at Mu’en in shock: “How can you sleep at a time like this?”
Ignoring Professor Gran, Mu’en closes his eyes.
His consciousness sinks into the black book’s space.
The black book that had hidden somewhere he couldn’t find in front of that white-haired loli now quietly floats in front of Mu’en.
It seems to have been waiting for his arrival all along.
“It seems you know my purpose, black book.”
Mu’en’s gaze flickers slightly, and he asks:
“Then I won’t beat around the bush; the third evil god mentioned by Professor Gran refers to the King of Withering, right? After all, the only one I’ve had contact with besides the Love God is him.”
【……】
“Therefore, the change in the Silent Moon’s behavior must also be because of the King of Withering. The only other evil god who can completely influence an evil god’s actions is another evil god.”
【……】
“And the variation in the King of Withering’s behavior, which I don’t know about, is most likely also due to prior contact with me. But I’m just a mere mortal; I couldn’t affect the King of Withering, which means…”
Mu’en pauses: “The source that caused this chain reaction is actually you.”
【……】
“So, black book, at that time, what exactly was written on the page you handed to the King of Withering to exchange power for me? I can’t believe it was just a simple IOU!”
【Sigh…】
Faced with Mu’en’s relentless questioning, a faint sigh suddenly resonates in the space.
The black book suddenly flips to a blank page.
Then, orderly text gradually appears on that blank page.
【Information】.
“Information?”
Mu’en is confused, “What information?”
The text changes.
【The weakness of the Silent Moon.】
“Huh?”
Mu’en is stunned for a moment, his expression immediately turning into one of shock.
“Weakness? Of the Silent Moon? Wait a moment, you actually know about such things? No, that’s not important right now; telling the King of Withering the weakness of the Silent Moon means…”
These two gods wield powers that are completely opposite yet ultimately converge; they are arch-enemies yet also the closest of existences.
Thus, after learning this intelligence, the King of Withering won’t be the sort to merrily run over to make some limitless jokes; he will eagerly skin the Silent Moon; the intent to devour its authority is palpable.
Hence, the Silent Moon would suddenly invade the academy.
Mu’en vaguely remembers that the original text also mentioned that something coveted even by gods is hidden beneath the academy.
The Silent Moon is there to obtain that thing, to gain new power to resist the approaching King of Withering!
“No wonder the white-haired loli said that the power I possess isn’t just simple power granted by the King of Withering, but divine favor.
It can be used endlessly and symbolizes a portion of the divine authority manifested…”
The intelligence traded must be something so precious; how could the King of Withering be stingy?
“But…”
Mu’en looks at the black book and still finds it hard to understand:
“Why would you do such a thing? At that time, couldn’t you just use something less important to exchange for a temporary solution?”
【To.】
【Save you.】
The black book flips.
The next moment, Mu’en feels a sudden daze.
A scene appears before his eyes.
Under the pitch-black heavens, pure white wings unfurl.
With a radiant crown atop her head, the Holy Maiden of Purity, her face filled with compassion, holds the Holy Sword, standing right in front of him.
Near her is the heavily injured Ariel, leaning on her sword, her face pale.
Further away, Professor Plon rushes over with an angry expression.
And bowing down, from the heart that has been pierced by the Holy Sword and bled dry, he can vaguely see a heart that no longer beats.
“This is…”
【Had the Silent Moon not joined.】
【The Love God would never have thoughts about that thing.】
New text rapidly emerges on the black book.
【Everything would have developed according to the original plot.】
【The Love God’s invasion would occur a year later.】
【The only difference is that his target would no longer be Ariel, but— you.】
“It’s me…”
Mu’en’s pupils contract sharply.
In an instant, he understands the meaning of the sudden scene that has appeared.
In the original plot, Ariel, facing the Crowned Holy Maiden controlled by the Love God, could rely on her protagonist halo and various boosts to hold on until Professor Plon arrived.
But Mu’en Campbell?
No, he wouldn’t last.
Because Mu’en Campbell is not the protagonist.
He does not possess any protagonist halo or boosts.
He is merely a yellow-haired antagonist loathed by fate.
So.
If the original plot proceeds as it is.
Mu’en Campbell.
Is doomed to die.
…
【This is… the initial prophetic dream.】
【A future that would inevitably unfold without powerful external interference.】
…
