[Incomplete Order Talent: "Sovereign"]
(Current Progress: 92%┃Soul Fire: 26/2103)
[Ability One] Save & Load
Tiline Branches
Save a tiline branch as your own.
"Sovereign" may designate a target and read that target's data from a backup tiline, temporarily swapping the target in Sovereign's tiline with the target from the backup tiline.
If Sovereign targets herself, she may summon herself from that backup tiline.
Save the current tiline as a file:
When Sovereign uses Load, everything in that tiline returns to the saved point.
Player Archives
Sovereign may save the archives of herself or any player.
By loading those archives, the player's state can be reverted to that saved mont.
Talent Abilities
Read any target's divine talent ability and save it into your own archive.
(Current Saved Tiline Branches: 1┃Locked Soul Fire: 10)
(Current Saved Player Archives: 1┃Locked Soul Fire: 10)
(Current Saved Talent Abilities: 0┃Locked Soul Fire: 0)
[Ability Two] Establish Rules
As Sovereign, you may establish the rules of the world.
Soul fire consumption depends on the strength of the rule modification.
Until Sovereign cancels the rule, the consud soul fire remains locked.
[Ability Three] New Order...
The third ability flickered continuously.
And inside Rita's mind, several intermittent warnings echoed.
[Warning... beyond order...]
[Detected the birth of a new authority... a new order is being born...]
Rita's brow twitched.
It was a sense of crisis she had not felt in a very long ti.
She imdiately returned to Cat's Ideal and inford everyone before taking several worlds possessing high level world skills with her, including Tingo, Nuclear Flash, and Fury.
This ti Nivalis reacted instantly.
She gave up trying to emotionally move Rita with her eyes and instead leapt directly onto Rita's other shoulder, welding herself firmly in place.
Returning to the miniature Order Clock with ten miniature worlds, Rita instructed the leaders of those worlds through battle chat to activate their world skills while simultaneously firing an Adjudicator bullet into each world.
The leaders who had been packed away together with their worlds had no idea what was happening.
But BS Rita could stop the pendulum itself.
What more was there to ask?
One world after another lit up with different colors.
Rita accelerated the process of using worlds to "collide" against the pendulum.
Previously, every collision required waiting for BS to recover sowhat.
Now multiple worlds rotated through the process one after another.
Her speed of plundering soul fire instantly multiplied several tis over.
[Chaotic order is attempting recalibration.]
Sweat even began forming on Rita's forehead.
But amid the repeated warning sounds, she suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass.
Turning inward through her consciousness, she discovered it was the clock arena that had appeared when her attributes reached maximum values and she began transcending divine gifts.
That mysterious clock arena, whose symbolism remained unknown and perhaps represented so sort of mark, had begun cracking apart.
And as more and more soul fire surged into her forehead, the cracks spread until they covered the entire surface.
The blue star fragnts within the Möbius strip beca increasingly sparse.
And as their density decreased, every remaining fragnt silently enlarged to compensate for the gaps left behind.
It was only at this mont that both Rita and the still lingering BSCicada finally realized the true nature of those blue fragnts.
World fragnts.
Crash!
The clock arena within her consciousness finally shattered completely.
But in the next instant, it ignited into blazing flas.
Within the flowing fire, a white gold book was born.
Its pages flipped endlessly in a windless void.
The white Flower Crown Murder rested casually between the pages.
Lightning wrapped around sighs.
It was that World Sigh.
The World Sigh that had always followed her without occupying any magical equipnt slot.
Only now, the book's colors had changed drastically.
They had beco the sa colors ford when Vine and lightning combined.
The warning sounds vanished.
And the third ability finally stabilized.
[Ability Three] New Order (Passive)
When the recorder of history is writing a new history and establishing a new order, they cannot be detected, restrained, or erased by any rules or order.
Using her consciousness, Rita flipped through the World Sigh within her mind.
She discovered the contents no longer only included the things she had personally written before.
It had also begun condensing stories from previous epochs.
Worlds shattered by war.
Those unwilling to give up rebuilding their worlds despite repeated failures.
The numb resignation of beings dragged into invasion sequences and forced to join endless slaughter.
Different people repeating similar stories.
And the mastermind behind it all never grew tired of watching.
Were these the lingering mories hidden inside the world fragnts she had devoured?
The first page still contained the foreword she had written long ago while standing on the ship and gazing toward the war cruise liner.
"Before the Sigh Sounds...
Standing atop the Mu tree grants ownership of an entire forest sea.
The orchestra beneath the ocean has not disbanded.
Seven hundred sixty six amusent parks are still operating.
Vine has not yet illuminated.
Candles have not gone out.
Mountain Isles has not sunk beneath the sea.
Fruit speech fills the mountains.
Midsumr has more good weather than bad.
Landscale stands on the deck with arms spread wide, smiling as she welcos the tides.
Lightchaser Among Antlers and the wind whales are still young...
Before the Sigh Sounds, I will make BS deviate from its destined course.
—Prologue."
But the ending she had once written had changed.
"Before the final bell tolls, I will make Starsea deviate from its destined course."
The ending she had written upon comprehending Sovereign now appeared vertically across the cover of World Sigh.
Rita flipped to the final page.
Only a suffix remained there:
"—Ending"
As though waiting for her to fill in the blank.
Using her consciousness, Rita closed the World Sigh.
She still had not decided the ending between herself and her enemies.
Then she thought of sothing.
She reopened to the first page and added another sentence to the end of the prologue.
"Lightchaser Among Antlers and the wind whales are still young. Autumn Deer is still foolishly chasing bees."
Slowly opening her eyes again, she let out a faint sigh.
Then she continued using worlds to collide against the pendulum.
One quarter of the blue fragnts inside the Möbius strip had already disappeared.
Just a little more.
She intended to take all of them away.
Rita spent three uninterrupted days beside the miniature Order Clock.
Even BSCicada had already exchanged rewards and left.
Rita still remained here.
It was not that she did not want to kill Quiet Mountain players to reduce her fatal weaknesses.
But after obtaining New Order, all ga quests had turned gray.
Of course.
Ga quests themselves were also a kind of rule.
In other words, even if Quiet Mountain players killed her now, they would receive no quest rewards from doing so.
But one thing deeply concerned Rita.
Her fatal weaknesses still remained at four.
They had neither decreased nor vanished.
This proved that fatal weaknesses were not derived from so external rule.
They resembled an objective truth or definition far more closely.
As though once one surpassed a certain limit, such flaws inevitably existed.
Perhaps within this world, within this universe, truly perfect existences did not exist at all.
Even beings who transcended limits were still destined to possess certain imperfections.
The only thing they could do was reduce them through various ans.
And perhaps even that reduction had a limit.
But then why would Order Clock and Divine Ga help players reduce fatal weaknesses?
A sentence Sea Pony had spoken many years ago suddenly surfaced in her mind.
"You are being carved."
Carved to remove flaws.
Carved toward perfection.
Like removing impurities.
Like preparing an ingredient.
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