After Divine Ga had been running for so long, players naturally developed ways to communicate beyond the world battlefield channel.
There were private chat groups only visible to high-level players. Things like divine relics and divine tokens were casually discussed there.
At this point in the Bell cycle, anyone still active in that group was proof of how elite it was.
Ever since BS Rita started traveling with Maple Syrup, baking cookies across worlds, she had beco a frequent topic in that group. In fact, even earlier—back when she dragged BS out of the invasion sequence—people had already begun talking about her.
Many of them had seen BS Rita in person during this ti.
They all said she was interesting.
Interesting because whenever she witnessed war, she would deliberately suppress any emotional expression. Her eyes would grow distant and hollow, as if in an instant she had beco deaf, blind, and mute. Almost foolishly so.
It was as if she believed that since she couldn’t completely change everything or save everyone, she had no right to condemn either side, nor to pity either side.
In her view, the forr was disgusting, and the latter unbearably hypocritical. So she forced herself not to show any emotional response at all.
This interpretation ca from BSMistblade and was widely agreed upon.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Dawn Cicada’s lips, but the mont BS Rita looked over, she smoothed it away and nodded seriously.
"I understand. Then we’ll proceed slowly. Perhaps after this Bell, invasion alone will imdiately trigger the final descent phase."
Standing across from her, BS Rita nodded as well.
"Yes. We’ll move forward gradually. There’s no need to create aningless killing."
Dawn Cicada had wanted to press further—"Then do you think the current killing has aning?"—but a breeze passed by.
Dozens of cookie houses hanging from Cat’s Ideal swayed gently like wind chis, drifting into her peripheral vision.
She chose not to ask.
"I understand," Dawn Cicada said seriously. "I won’t do that."
...
When the pendulum entered Starsea, Rita and Maple Syrup were still outside making cookies.
The mont the notification sounded, both of them stopped imdiately, boarded the ship, and left without hesitation.
On the battlefield below, all players ceased fighting and began retreating.
Even though there was still so ti before the pendulum struck after entering Starsea, no one dared to wait.
Cat’s Ideal ca to a sudden halt above Polar Day City. Before Maple Syrup could even step off, the ship vanished beneath her feet. If she hadn’t spread her wings in ti, she would have fallen awkwardly.
Maple Syrup closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Before she could calm herself, Peach Crown flew over.
This overly serious oak-owl—so rigid that Pine Bloom found him annoying—looked around cautiously. Only after reaching Maple Syrup did he lower his voice and ask, "Does BS still have room? Can we send more oak-owls over...?"
Maple Syrup: "..."
Perhaps this was a unique kind of oak-owl understanding.
While Peach Crown was asking Maple Syrup, Pine Bloom was asking BS Rita the sa thing:
"Does BS still have capacity? Can we find a way to bring more oak-owls over?"
Rita: "..."
It was fine until they said it out loud. Now she felt like she had undercharged.
"I think our peace tax needs to go up," she said.
Pine Bloom: "..."
Mistblade: "You just had to say it!"
Crab: "Happy now?!"
Pine Bloom: "..."
Fortunately, the announcent saved her.
[■■ The pendulum will strike Starsea in 10 minutes. All worlds will now see the countdown.]
Shadows of bone appeared across BS, while heavy snow began to fall from the sky—Mistblade’s power.
Wither’s Death’s Judgnt and Mistblade’s Eternal Winter.
Mistblade and the others turned to BS Rita. They were waiting for the world skill she had obtained from Quiet Mountain.
Rita slowly spread her hands.
Above her, the golden rain curtain began to change. Each strand of lightning crackled with thunder. Then the falling rain transford into golden musical notes, descending onto BS’s land with clear, resonant tones.
As the notes touched the sea and ground, they rippled outward in wide golden waves.
This scene appeared across BS, Lania Kaia, and Dawn. Wherever there was sound, it condensed into a note and sank into the world beneath.
Five-star world skill: Doomsday Party.
All sounds made by living beings beca part of the world’s barrier, reducing massive damage, healing the world itself, and offering maximum protection to those producing the sound.
BS imdiately announced the effect to all its players.
In an instant, the world beca noisy. Golden notes began appearing everywhere.
Maple Syrup and Dawn Cicada, who already knew the skill’s effects, also inford all players in Lania Kaia and Dawn.
Very quickly, all three worlds erupted into chaotic noise.
Mistblade heard monkey-like "woo woo" cries coming from a nearby shore and asked BS Rita, "Why are your BS players making those sounds?"
Without even lifting her eyelids, Rita replied calmly, "Seems the Moon Emperor of BS is here in body but still belongs to Lania Kaia in heart."
"...," Mistblade smoothly corrected herself, smiling politely. "Why are we BS humans making those sounds?"
Rita: "...That’s BS culture. If you don’t understand it, don’t insult it."
Mistblade: "...What nonsense."
The next second, a long "Awoo—" echoed from the Snowland direction.
Rita instantly perked up. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Mistblade.
"Then why are your BS moon foxes making that sound?"
Mistblade blinked in confusion, not understanding why Rita suddenly looked so triumphant. "That’s just how moon foxes sound."
Nivalis, who understood Rita’s excitent, explained, "Wolves and dogs in BS sound like that too."
Mistblade raised an eyebrow. "That advanced?"
Rita imdiately deflated. Forget it...
She turned and noticed Smoke Tune looking worried.
"What’s wrong?" Rita asked. "Don’t worry. Dawn can share the world skill. I can already sense Doomsday Party taking effect there."
Smoke Tune shook her head gently and sighed.
"I’m worried about the Vineborne. I’ve never seen Vineborne make this much noise in such a short ti."
Hopefully, everyone had skills that allowed them to keep making sound for long periods.
Rita, who had seen the Beacon sigh, suddenly had a strange look in her eyes.
"Relax," she said. "Think about how much you talk to your Vine when you’re alone. From what I know about Vineborne, at least a third of them are just like you."
Elegant and composed in public.
At ho, anything but quiet.
Smoke Tune: Who are you accusing?! Who’s slandering ?!
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