Chapter 60: The Final Bet

Faluxier’s heart skipped a beat.

She understood what this meant.

Pouring all magic into a creation—this was nothing less than the highest form of self-sacrifice.

Afterward, Jeanette would no longer be the god-chosen who once dominated the world, not even an ordinary magical girl. She would exhaust the very source of her power, becoming a normal person unable to sense magic ever again.

It was a gamble—a wager of all of Jeanette’s pride and past as a strong one.

“This…”

Faluxier wanted to refuse.

She couldn’t accept her senior paying such a heavy price for her.

“No time to hesitate.”

Jeanette’s expression allowed no argument.

“This is my own choice. All you need to do is hold it, and then, end this Nightmare.”

With that, Jeanette ignored Faluxier’s reaction.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands before her chest, and began to chant an ancient and sacred prayer.

Golden particles of light gathered from all directions, as if summoned by an invisible force, swirling and dancing before her to form an ever-brightening orb of light.

Faluxier stared blankly at the scene before her, biting her lower lip tightly.

The resolve of her senior, the expectations of the people, and those lost lives—all of it became a heavy responsibility, pressing down on her shoulders.

All she could do was accept this weighty trust and not betray their hopes.

“Please… Senior!”

She bowed her head, using all her strength to speak solemnly.

The orb’s light grew more blinding, reaching a brilliance no ordinary person could gaze upon.

Jeanette’s face paled at a visible rate, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her once-straight back beginning to tremble.

But her chant did not break.

Instead, it grew louder and more solemn.

The orb began to stretch and distort, under intense compression and condensation gradually forming the outline of a longsword.

It was a body of energy formed from the purest light and magic.

The blade was semi-transparent and flowing gold, as if a miniature Sun was sealed within.

Ancient and Sacred Runes surfaced and flowed along the sword, exuding an awe-inspiring pressure.

“Vmmm—”

As the last syllable fell, a sword cry echoed from the heavens across the battlefield.

The Flesh Behemoth’s movements halted.

The golden sword hovered in the air, quietly radiating a gentle yet commanding glow.

And Jeanette, as if all her strength had been drained, collapsed forward.

Faluxier, quick to react, caught her, only to be gently pushed away.

“Don’t mind me, child… use that sword…”

At this moment, Jeanette’s face was ashen as paper, her breathing weak, and the once lustrous reddish-brown hair had turned grey within mere minutes.

She had given everything, yet her face bore a trace of satisfaction.

Faluxier reached out with a trembling right hand, gripping the hilt of the sword of judgment.

This was the Legacy of the Previous Generation.

The touch of the hilt was smooth as jade, yet contained a terrifying energy capable of burning mountains and boiling seas.

She could feel it clearly—the sword held Jeanette’s lifetime of faith, glory, and at this moment… the deepest love for this land.

Faluxier slowly raised her head.

In her ice-blue eyes, the roaring Flesh Behemoth was reflected.

Now, all confusion, weakness, and helplessness in her heart were swept away, replaced by an unprecedented determination and resolve.

…Even if Yingyue wasn’t here, she was not fighting alone.

Sword of judgment in hand, Faluxier straightened once more, like an ice-blue spear piercing the heavens.

She pointed the blade at the massive monster.

Her cold voice rang through the night sky.

“Aggregate of Sin… in the name of the god-chosen, I declare your end!”

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“I do not protect them.”

“I protect the Bread Baker in the east of the city who lights the oven first every morning, the Tailor in the west who always gives half an inch more fabric, the Children in the south who chase a ball down the street, and the Farmers in the north who toil in the fields and hope for harvest.”

No matter how corrupt this kingdom became, no matter how nauseating the nobles and Politicians were, the people living on this land were innocent.

For them, she stood here.

For them, she could not fall.

A new power was drawn from the deepest will, from the very root of the soul.

Faluxier’s back, once bent from blood loss and exhaustion, straightened again.

Her face was streaked with blood and sweat, but in those ice-blue eyes, the unquenchable cold flame burned anew.

She turned her gaze to the players struggling to hold the battle line.

Her voice was not loud, but it reached every ear clearly.

“[Jingwei Sage].”

The [Jingwei Sage], who was commanding Guild members to cast slowing spells, shuddered.

He immediately ordered silence on the Guild channel.

He looked at that figure.

For some reason, even though she looked as if she could collapse at any moment, her presence was even more overwhelming than at her peak.

“God-chosen one.”

He responded solemnly.

“I want all of you to focus your strength.”

Faluxier’s words were slow, each syllable squeezed out with the weight of blood.

“Abandon all offensive magic. Convert your magic into the strongest control and binding. Frost, rock, chains, time… use everything you can think of. I don’t need you to kill it, or even to hurt it.”

She paused, raising a hand to point at a relatively flat area on the monster’s chest where countless tormented faces churned.

“I only need you to make it pause at this spot for an instant. Just an instant…”

The [Jingwei Sage]’s pupils shrank.

He was smart—he instantly understood Faluxier’s intent.

This was an all-or-nothing gamble—gathering everyone’s power into a single point to create a unique attack opportunity for her.

“The risk is too high, its power—”

He began instinctively.

“No time.”

Faluxier cut him off, voice cold as iron.

“This is an order.”

[Jingwei Sage] fell silent.

He looked at Faluxier’s bloodless face, the burning determination in her eyes, and an indescribable emotion rose in his heart.

He had come here to clear difficult NPCs, to explore game mechanics, but in this moment, he felt no cold data or code, only the weight of a living soul carrying the fate of the world.

“Truth Parliament, all members!”

He roared in the Guild channel.

“Follow the command of the god-chosen! All magic professions, lock onto the target’s core area and prepare the highest-sequence control spells! All warrior professions, prepare to taunt and shieldwall—brace for the next impact! This is the battle that will decide the Guild’s honor! Execute!”

With the order, the magical glow across the battlefield changed.

The colorful offensive spells vanished, replaced by waves of deep blue, earthy yellow, and silver-white light.

“Frost Domain!”

“Earth’s Grasp!”

“Chains of Time!”

“Cage of Holy Light!”

Dozens of players chanted simultaneously, enormous magic converging into a torrent.

A massive Frost Rune array spread beneath the monster’s feet, thick ice crystals erupting from the ground to freeze its legs.

The earth split apart, dozens of stone hands bursting forth to grip its waist and arms.

Bands of silver chains appeared, binding its neck and joints.

The very air thickened, a sluggish force field enveloping its massive form.

“ROARR—!”

The monster let out a deafening roar, its vast body thrashing wildly.

Ice shattered, stone arms cracked, silver chains creaked under the strain.

Its power was overwhelming.

This level of restraint couldn’t last even three seconds!

But all Faluxier needed was less than three seconds.

The moment all the control spells landed, she moved.

She did not charge.

Instead, she thrust the sword of judgment Jeanette had entrusted her with deep into the cracked stone ground before her.

She dropped to one knee, hands pressing to the hilt, and closed her eyes.

Every remaining trace of magic in her body surged down her arms into the golden blade like a flood bursting a dam.

Still not enough—not nearly enough!

She began to burn her life force, pouring spirit, will, even soul into this final authority.

Vmmm——!