The Count touched his chest.
At that mont, everyone on the raft was staring at Kana with an unfriendly gaze, even Blake couldn’t help but look at him.
"Not a heart, but a gemstone."
Kana reached out and tapped on the Count’s chest.
He could feel it, very faint, extrely faint.
But his balanced attributes, the balance between agility and spirit, allowed him to catch that very special difference from this subtle feeling.
Kana could be sure, or rather, he was already sure.
There was a piece of the Creation Stone Fragnt in the Count’s chest.
In the past ga, at the mont in the 1.0 version when the Count avenged his father.
The fragnt hidden in his body exploded, causing a devastating strike that killed his father.
But Kana, who had recently slain his second brother, dug a piece of the Creation Stone Fragnt from his chest and was then dared to be sure.
This fragnt might be buried in the Count’s chest in the sa way.
"Since it’s not a heart, then you co on, I choose to trust you." The Count looked at Kana, his eyes steadily fixed on him as he spoke.
Kana’s previous actions had won his trust.
This nephew, whom he wasn’t very familiar with, might be much more mysterious than he thought.
"Pardon , it might hurt a bit."
After Kana finished speaking, a wound automatically appeared on the back of his hand, and a little blood gushed out, turning into a thin blade.
Amid everyone’s nervous gaze, he sliced into the Count’s chest, cutting into the flesh.
It seed as if sothing was inside the flesh, Kana hooked his finger.
He felt a strong resistance, then the resistance disappeared instantly.
As a Blood Knight, the Count instinctively stopped for a mont.
This allowed the Count’s own blood to push the stone out. His blood and flesh peeled off from its surface without sticking at all.
Returning to the Count’s chest under his control, the wound closed, leaving only a bloody seam.
Anita gently waved her hand, and a faint Holy Light passed over the seam, making the wound disappear.
Looking at the fragnt in his hand, Kana confird it.
It was identical to the one in the cutscene, a part of the sa rhombus-shaped Creation Stone.
Holding the stone, Kana didn’t hesitate and squeezed it into the palm of his left hand.
He had already hidden the previous stone in his palm.
He could feel the fragnts in his hand rge, becoming a rough long strip.
Or perhaps it should now be called the Stone of Creation Fragnt Piece.
"He’s nearly gone."
Anita maintained her Holy Light, while Ichard had already completely fainted, his right hand still resting on Blake’s arm.
Now, supported entirely by the Holy Light, dragging his last breath, he was as good as dead.
Kana himself was using the Stone of Creation Fragnt Piece in the real world for the first ti.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, but ti was tight now.
As for what he intended to do with this piece, he had already figured it out.
From the mont he regained hope.
From the mont Alyris comforted him.
From the mont he saw everyone fighting.
From the mont the Dwarves made their furious charge.
Since there were no players, and the future’s apocalypse was unavoidable.
Then he would create that glimr of hope.
Create players where there were none, making the world’s people pay for their world with their lives.
Give power where there was none, so those who wanted to save their hos could wield weapons and charge at the enemy.
Players, systems, dungeons.
If absent, then create them himself.
Create all of this with the Stone of Creation.
Magic Power surged into the Stone of Creation Fragnt Piece, along with Kana’s will flowing inside it.
Including the things he wanted to create.
The fragnt piece had a qualitative difference compared to the fragnt.
According to Kana’s thoughts, the fragnt piece disappeared, turning into golden light, part of it flowing into Kana’s body, part of it flying out of the gaps in his palm.
The crowd only saw Kana’s palm, seemingly radiating so comforting power.
Their gazes were unconsciously drawn to the faint golden light flying into the sky.
These golden lights flew and disappeared from sight.
And Kana opened his eyes.
He directly approached Ichard, half-kneeling beside him.
Amid everyone’s eyes, he stretched out his right hand.
He extended his index finger, the pad split open a seam, and blood oozed out.
Whether it was their illusion or not, they seed to see a hint of gold in that drop of blood.
But before they could see clearly, the drop of blood was gone, as if it landed on Ichard’s forehead.
Or as if it never existed. Looking again, the seam on the fingertip was gone.
"Ugh! Ahhh... Hmm!"
The effect was so quick that no one could react.
Ichard, who just looked like he was about to die, suddenly sat up sharply, his eyes wide and even bloodshot.
Clutching his chest and abdon in pain, he yelled out, then instinctively suppressed his pain because it seed too embarrassing.
But his flushed face was an obvious indicator that the pain had penetrated his bones.
Compared to his previous nearly dying appearance, he now looked much more reassuring.
Anita watched this scene, half-squatting beside him, sowhat bewildered, raised her hands.
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