When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1030 - 372: The Elysium of the Perfect

Chapter 1030 -372: The Elysium of the Perfect

As the dazzling and sacred Light Gun landed, a white light as if the world was being created illuminated heaven and earth.

There was no grand noise.

Instead, it became utterly quiet, so silent that not a single noise could be heard.

The white light that seemed capable of destroying everything yet also creating everything spread out in all directions, almost changing the surrounding spatial Laws in its wake.

When the brilliance faded, neither the rivers of blood nor the cold black ice on the ground remained. Not to mention the miasma left by the charging spears of blood or the Wild Hunt Legion.

In the black and moist soil, like that of newly ploughed fields, a gentle, hazy radiance was emanating.

It was like in a bright moonlit night, after spring rain, moonlight pours down onto the land like water. A fragrance of soil from deep within nature, brimming with vitality, could bring a strong sense of tranquility to anyone.

It was now the afternoon when the sun’s rays were the most intense.

Yet, if one were to look up at the vast expanse of this land, they would see that the sun in the sky has been turned to night by this strange “filter,” and the bright azure sky has become the night sky.

This is the power that confuses day with night, inverts black and white.

Red Chancellor had not mistaken it; this was indeed the genuine “Power of the Perfect,” that could only be sealed with great effort with the help of the Silver-Crowned Dragon itself. It was the strongest amongst Aleister’s Phantom Cards, aside from the Sin Card.

When the [Spell Card: Light of Paradise]’s power runs at its peak, the resultant Elysium of the Perfect—

[The Elysium of the Perfect: All creatures and Phantom Demons without the Path of Love or Path of Transcendence are suppressed; humans gain Regeneration LV3, Son of the Moon loses all weaknesses, Werewolves gain firm rationality, Monsters’ disguise spells remain undetected]

This will change the nature of the surrounding land for a long time. How long it can last depends on its maintenance.

Just like before the Spirit Summoning Tower was attacked by the Griffin Knights, where the place was swirled with cold mists and chilling deathly aura; just like the territory around a Nine Pillars Divine Church with a bishop on a long-term station, where even the nearby land would become sacred, and Gargoyles, Undead, or Demons would be scattered just by approaching it.

The sacred power from the Eternal Self has baptized this land. On this land showered by eternal moonlight, all creatures of the Path of Love shall receive enhancement.

“Regeneration” is a blue-colored Path attribute. Its effect is straightforward; it is to enhance one’s healing capabilities.

A level three Regeneration attribute, that’s almost comparable to the healing power of a Troll.

Unless one suffers a fatal injury like decapitation or has their organs gouged out, one could almost visibly heal at a noticeable speed.

The huge, angelic, and pure white wings behind Aleister, as well as the halo on her head like a crown, both turned into particles of light and gradually dissipated. The divine radiance that shone upon her also dimmed and extinguished.

As her body gradually descended, King Helkin of the Wild Hunt charged out from the void, wrapped Aleister in his arms, and brought her back into the Spirit Summoning Tower.

The students who had received treatment from the Flame Butterfly, although their gory wounds had recovered, were still feeling tired and weak. Now, however, they were supporting each other, standing up once again one by one.

Intense vitality filled their bodies, and their spirits visibly improved.

The students had not walked too deeply down the Path of Dusk, so unlike their teachers who were more composed, they could not help but chatter about.

This made Aleister, upon her return, feel the warmth and liveliness of an atmosphere she had long missed.

For a moment, she thought she had returned to the Royal Law University.

She felt as if she was still Aiwass, still the university student who sped in a wheelchair around the campus, occasionally substituting for teachers. Isabel and Lily would take her for walks on the campus, where the sunshine felt warm and lazy.

At that time, Aiwass would sit in her wheelchair, squinting in the sun, while a shy Isabel drew for her, from the bright noon sun to after the rain at dusk.

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And when free, she could discuss everyday life with friends, gossiping about someone with someone else, joking and playing with one another. You could always go to the library and read books without a care, attend events casually, and upon returning, be surrounded by praise and envy.

At that time, Aiwass had also planned that when she no longer needed to pretend to use a wheelchair, she could play sports with her classmates. That was a memory from her middle school days, before the awakening of Aiwass’ past life memories—and Aiwass had never participated in any team sports in this era.

…And now, that kind of life was no longer achievable.

Looking over those students, Aleister became somewhat wistful.

Now Aiwass had ascended to the Pope, and the separated Aleister had also become a significant figure. In one more month, the Fallen Celestial Marshal will descend to the mortal realm… and during this period, the birth of new Celestial Marshals will become more and more frequent. Following that will be a succession of fallen Celestial Marshals, throwing the entire world into chaos.

The era of peace has gone, never to return.

Originally, it was just a plan to go out, to study in the Holy Nation…

But Aiwass’s carefree student days came to an end, along with the revival of his youth in this life.

At this moment, the Sky Hole opened by the King Helkin of the Wild Hunt had already closed again.

The cold snow still covered the earth. Now, however, it would no longer accumulate another thick layer— the vibrant life force around the Spirit Summoning Tower was enough to melt the snow. But this also made the surrounding air even colder and more piercing.

And at this time, Albert Lorey approached with hesitation.

He seemed to have just heard… Aleister’s prayer for Aiwass.

He was very concerned about this, so he wanted to come over and ask about the situation. Even if it means interacting with the Son of the Moon, an extremely dangerous being capable of killing the First Red Prime Minister in a short time.

“Hello…”

As Albert spoke, the Lich and Vice-Chancellor Adolf both turned their heads to look at him. Being profoundly scrutinized by two direct superiors caused Albert’s heart to skip a beat— the words he was about to say got stifled back down his throat.

As the first student who dared to approach her, Aleister did not show an attitude of distance.

Aleister, who had just been watching the crowd, now spoke again… but her tone was much gentler and warmer than during the battle.

Aleister held up her hand, with her finger to her lips, signaling for silence.

She smiled at Albert and then brought her hands together in prayer: “Sorry… it’s not that I can’t talk, can we find a place to eat first?

“I’m a bit hungry… Shall we talk while we eat?”

This was not an excuse.

Aleister had spent three nights at Avalon after leaving Star Antimony. One night resting in the Hall of Silver and Tin, two nights sealing the Wild Hunt King, and taking most of a day to fly back on a Spirit Pegasus.

At this moment, Aleister had not eaten for over twenty-four hours.

“…Are you going to eat me?”

Albert’s face exhibited a look of horror.

When the Son of the Moon is mentioned, cannibalism comes to mind.

Aurora, who was behind him, couldn’t help but step forward, afraid but still muttered softly, “If you’re going to eat, then eat me… I should taste better than the senior…”

Selene’s gaze suddenly sharpened.

——Are there really volunteers for this?

“I’m talking about normal eating… would you take me to your cafeteria, please?”

Aleister was a bit helpless.

The effect of The Elysium of the Perfect was still active. As the Son of the Moon… she no longer felt the desire to eat or drink at this moment. Her mood had also become more serene.

But rather than hunger, it was more about nostalgia.

She simply wanted to dine with these students at the cafeteria.

As if she were still a young person herself—

…Even though Aiwass was only eighteen years old.