Chapter 180: I’m the Type to Always Take Revenge
When Rast and Akxia left the cliff top together, it was already nighttime.
The sun had set, and the moon had yet to rise. Only the faint lights from the fishing boats dotted the pitch-black sea, like lanterns floating on the water, illuminating the path ahead for the two.
Just as they descended from the summit, Rast spotted a snow ferret sneaking around beneath the trail, poking its head out furtively.
Clearly, after realizing its “Prophecy” ability had been banned and being thrown into the small black room, it had agonized for a long time… In the end, it could no longer resist the urges of a cliffhanger addict and chose to take the risk of being discovered by Rast to show up in person.
At the moment Rast and Akxia appeared, Dean Silver's large tail, which had been drooping behind her, suddenly tensed and stood upright like she had been startled.
She clearly hadn’t expected Rast and Akxia’s side to finish so quickly—she had just resolved herself to come, only to arrive too late.
A warped ripple of space slowly spread beside her as Dean Silver prepared to dive straight back into the sub-dimension, intending to flee the scene without leaving Rast any evidence.
Although Rast had previously dragged her out from the sub-dimension once, after that humbling experience, Dean Silver had come to understand the limitations of Rast’s ability.
His “Copy Eye”—or as it was known from the live broadcast interface: the so-called “The Fool’s Library”—could replicate and use only the sequence abilities or Nightblade others already possessed.
The ability Rast used to drag her out before had been the Nightblade “Silent Disqualification · Withering Pebble,” copied from Barbalossa.
That Nightblade’s effect rendered his body immune to “Extraordinary”—or rather, nullified all “Extraordinary” things his body touched.
This ability was indeed powerful, but to neutralize the Extraordinary, he had to physically make contact. That was the greatest limitation of the Nightblade “Silent Disqualification.”
In other words, as long as she ran fast enough, Rast wouldn’t be able to catch her.
That thought flashed through Dean Silver’s mind.
Looking at the spatial rift gradually devouring her body, she had made up her mind: once back at the academy, she would completely deny ever tailing or spying—
What? You say a snow ferret identical to me, capable of using the “Moon” sequence, came to spy on you? Impossible. That must be a plot by the remnants of the Gravekeepers from the Sixth Era. Definitely them.
I was just curled up on the dorm couch at Starfall University binge-watching dramas. How could I possibly stalk my own student… Slander, it’s all slander!
In Rast’s own words: a dead ferret isn’t afraid of boiling water.
However, in the very next instant—
An ancient syllable echoed through the mountain forest shrouded in night.
It came from the remote Age of Gods, countless eras ago… but the two people and one beast present clearly understood the true meaning of the syllable—
The word meant “Death.”
Boom—
The spatial rift that had been quietly rippling, about to close and vanish from the Material Plane, suddenly froze in mid-air.
Then, the void shattered.
It turned into countless sparkling black fragments that drifted between heaven and earth.
Dean Silver, who had already hidden in the sub-dimension and planned to use “Dimensional Walk” as a springboard into the Star Realm to flee directly back to Starfall University, was dumbfounded as she was thrown out from the spatial rift.
Then, she fell straight into the arms of the ice-blue-haired girl—Akxia picked her up.
“Little Shiya, you’ve changed too. Even you’re helping that guy bully me…”
“Have you forgotten the deep friendship between us? Forgotten the beautiful times we shared eating grilled fish cake?”
“Could it be that our sisterly bond can’t compare to a few sweet words from Rast?”
Dean Silver, dizzy and disoriented, lifted her head from Akxia’s embrace and complained.
But right after, her voice paused slightly.
As Akxia’s plastic bestie, Dean Silver had seen Akxia use “Angel of Death’s Decree” before… though the syllables of the chant were the same, the tone just now was not the one she recognized.
Which meant—
Dean Silver widened her ruby-like beast eyes and looked toward Rast, who had arrived a step late.
“That chant just now was from you?”
“You really managed to steal the ‘Angel of Death’s Decree,’ huh?”
At the side, Akxia’s dark violet eyes also flickered with surprise. Clearly, she hadn’t expected that after leaving the Nightworld and losing the blessings of the Death-God Star Cup and the Nether Abyss, Rast could still use her chant.
But soon, the ripples in her eyes faded, returning to calm.
For this girl who had survived since the Sixth Era, the sole successor of the “Death God,” very few things in this world could truly move her heart.
Whether it be the rankings on the Obelisk, one’s tier, or status in the human world… even the authority to control life and death, to Akxia, were merely innate and effortless.
Unlike many students of Starfall University who pursued the Extraordinary for fame or obsession, she had no overwhelming desire or fixation on power.
To Akxia, no matter what kind of power Rast gained or what he became… as long as he was still willing to accept her as a friend, that was more than enough.
“So how could you call it stealing? That sounds so rude.”
Rast mercilessly ruffled the head of the Little Snow Ferret, causing Dean Silver to droop in dejection.
If Rast exposed this stalking incident at the academy, she’d probably have her performance bonus docked again by the old Principal… who knows how many fewer dried fish she’d get to eat this month.
“Dean of an entire college at Starfall University, secretly spying on your own students—I’ll let it slide.”
Rast’s words made the utterly defeated Dean Silver’s eyes suddenly light up.
“But, in exchange for not reporting you to the academy…”
Rast paused for a moment, then took the Little Snow Ferret from Akxia’s hands. “I want you to do me a favor…”
“Leave it to me!” Dean Silver agreed instantly. Clearly, compared to having her salary cut, everything else was trivial.
But upon hearing Rast’s whispered request beside her ear, Dean Silver’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Little Tina… and the royal family–noble faction mess?” The ferret dean glanced nervously at Akxia, who stood beside them expressionlessly like an ice-sculpted doll, and softly repeated: “You’re serious? You’re really planning to wade into that muddy water?”
Though she was a homebody ferret who rarely left the dorm, with Dean Silver’s gossip network, she knew everything happening both inside and outside the academy.
Naturally, she knew—while Rast was recovering at the school infirmary after clearing the Nightworld, the war between the Granwell Kingdom’s royal family, the major nobles, and their secret organizations had escalated to a life-or-death stage.
Originally, these matters had nothing to do with Rast. Both Shiltina and Dean Silver had silently chosen not to mention them.
But now, Rast brought it up on his own.
“Of course I’m serious.”
Rast nodded. “Not just for Shiltina, but also for Senior Ingrid…”
“And for what lies behind her—the ‘Gravekeepers.’”
His words were carried away by the evening breeze.
He had never been the type to wait for danger to come knocking.
Had he remained ignorant, that would be one thing. But now that he knew the Gravekeepers had endured from the Sixth Era until today and were still active in the Present World, there was no way Rast would just sit back and wait.
To eliminate danger before it arises, to strangle it in the cradle—that was the only choice that aligned with his personality.
“After all, I’m not as magnanimous as Leader Sisel…”
“I’m the type to always take revenge.”