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Chapter 1690 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [34] "I challenge you, Viridodo."

Chapter 1690 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [34] "I challenge you, Viridodo."

Yueyue paused for a moment, then stepped forward.

One step, two steps... She walked through the slowly falling ashes, bypassed the faint traces of light on the ground, and approached the high seat shrouded in shadow.

As the distance shortened, the outline of the cat's ears gradually became clearer in the dim light.

The firelight occasionally streaks by, casting warm colors on the creatures.

Five steps, four steps, three steps...

She gradually came into view the outline of the high seat; the metal structure had cold, hard lines and was covered by heavy shadows.

She stood before the high seat, just one step away.

From this angle, all you can see are the "cat ears" protruding from the back of the chair. The depths of the seat remain an impenetrable darkness, devoid of any form or outline, and even devoid of any sense of life.

An absurd conjecture came to mind.

Yueyue took another step forward, almost touching the edge of the high seat. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and reached into the shadows.

Her fingertips first touched the cold, hard metal back of the chair. She moved upwards along the back towards the "cat ears".

It was touched.

—Nothing at all.

The chair was empty; there was no cloak, no hem of clothing, and no one in sight.

The only object on the seat was a crystal artifact, about a foot tall, with a simple yet elegant design, standing as a small lighthouse.

"Nobody here?" Xinghuo asked in surprise.

There was only a crystal lighthouse on the chair; the so-called cat ears were just shadows.

From beginning to end, there was only this crystal lighthouse.

His words, His gaze, His silence... perhaps they are just the system's preset response mechanism, a response triggered by this crystal lighthouse.

Yueyue stared blankly at the lighthouse lying quietly on the throne, unsure of how to react.

She looked up at the invisible sky, as if she saw an ancient ship slowly sailing through the endless universe until the end of time.

……

……

The Seat of Greece.

Rovasa, a place for philosophical debates at the highest level.

Above the open-air circular plaza, pristine white marble steps rise in a fan shape. This is the sanctuary of the Rovasa civilization's intellectual exchange, a forum for debate left by the god of inspiration, Virido, where the most outstanding philosophers, mathematicians, and naturalists of all ages have passionately debated. These debates often lasted for days and nights without ceasing, and sometimes even resulted in the death of the debaters.

At this moment, the circular staircase was filled with figures. There were elderly human men with white hair and beards; there were wood spirit scholars with skin like tree bark; there were astral scholars whose forms were condensed from light and shadow; there were silent, mountain-like stone sages... They were the pinnacle of thought from various eras and races in Rovasa, and the core elders of the "Alliance of Truth".

Standing in the center of the debate arena was a player.

Her long, brown, curly hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, revealing a broad, bright forehead. Her azure eyes were as clear as a lake, making her an intellectual and elegant mature woman.

She came alone, claiming she would "use her otherworldly wisdom to question the principles of Rovasa." To many elders who had secluded themselves for centuries, this was nothing short of a provocation from an otherworldly visitor. Scholars from ancient times to the present took turns debating with her.

At this point, the debate was coming to an end.

"...Therefore, certain taboos still possess a cross-civilizational inevitability. Good and evil are not divinely ordained, but rather principles that have evolved through the struggles of intelligent life in the universe..."

As a visitor from another world, having absorbed the knowledge and philosophy of ten civilizations, Isabella's mind is like a knowledge base, allowing her to debate with the entire audience single-handedly.

Whether it's physics, biochemistry, computer science, or philosophy, she excels in everything.

Her slender figure stood out as resilient and stable among the various races, like a reef.

"clang--"

As the bell rang, the eldest wise man rose and walked to a laurel tree at the edge of the field.

This is the symbol of the "Golden Laurel Wreath," which can only be awarded to those who are recognized as having made milestone contributions to civilization and wisdom. Over the centuries, very few have ever received this crown.

Isabella stopped debating, let out a long sigh, and trembled with exhaustion. Apart from briefly setting up a communication array in the middle, she had been racking her brains for dozens of hours, and her whole being was under high stress. Fortunately, the debate was over.

Countless eyes fell on her, filled with admiration, suspicion, fear, envy, and resentment... According to the rules, she won by debating against the entire audience single-handedly.

The eldest sage trembled as he broke off the fullest golden laurel branch, bowed deeply, and presented the laurel wreath to the lady.

The sheer amount of otherworldly knowledge she brought left them in awe. When the debate ended, everyone knew who the ultimate winner was.

“In the name of the Greek throne and of all the philosophers of the ages,” the old man’s voice was aged yet clear, “Isabella, traveler from another world. Your wisdom, like starlight piercing the darkness of ignorance, is yours. This ‘Golden Laurel Wreath’ belongs to you. The Temple of Wisdom of Rovasa will remember this day.”

However, not everyone was convinced. Several conservative wise men looked displeased and whispered among themselves:

"How can she win by using the otherworldly theory to cheat on a debate topic that has remained unresolved for centuries?"

"It's just a matter of dimensional reduction! If we could also travel through various worlds and absorb all kinds of knowledge, we might not be inferior to her!"

"That being said... the limitations of our understanding that she mentioned are indeed a path we haven't deeply considered. Perhaps it is precisely because our civilization has been closed off for too long, indulging in internal debates, that we need external shocks..."

"Hmph, is wisdom determined by clever tricks and eloquence? What honor is there in borrowing the wisdom of others from those sages of her hometown?"

"No. The ability to integrate knowledge, get straight to the point, and use the strengths of others to improve oneself is true wisdom."

The debate continued among the elders, but most of the wise men in the room now looked at Isabella with admiration. The golden laurel wreath in her hands radiated a soft light, as if signaling the enlightenment of a new era of wisdom.

She earned their respect through her philosophical insights and wisdom.

"What will she do next?" the wise men discussed.

"I have heard that something great is about to happen in the distance, and the Demon Mother Goddess is about to break free from her seal."

"This is none of our business. But she is a visitor from another world. Could it be that she is going to inherit the position of divine messenger and venture forth into the water?"

"Yes... She won the Golden Laurel Wreath and thus became the messenger of the God of Inspiration. She can meet Lord Viridor at the very top of the Tower of Supreme Harmony and receive His favor and blessings."

"How envious! That's the position of a divine messenger; she will possess immeasurable lifespan and wisdom..."

"Perhaps we will soon be calling her, Her Majesty Isabella."

In the pristine white debate arena, a woman with long brown hair accepted the golden laurel wreath, placed it in front of her, but did not wear it.

The old sage who bestowed the crown looked puzzled.

Then, she turned around.

Amidst the still-unresolved gasps and whispers from the audience,

Under the watchful eyes of all wise men,

She slowly turned around to face the supreme being in the center of the Contemplation Square.

—There stands a statue of Virido, the god of inspiration.

It is presented in the most perfect form of a wise man, with the statue slightly bowing its head, holding a blank scroll in its left hand, and its right index finger lightly touching its temple. Its posture is calm, as if it is immersed in the endless deduction of truth.

For millennia, it has been the sacred emblem in the hearts of all seekers of knowledge in Rovassa, a symbol of the source of wisdom, and an unattainable destination. Before it, any wise man feels as insignificant as a toddler, and all debates are regarded as childish games played at the feet of giants.

Then, the woman's clear voice pierced through the deathly silence of the square, as clear as an icicle falling to the ground:

"—Veridodo, I acknowledge your crown, the solemnity of this hall, and the profound depth of the millennia-long quest sought by these wise men."

"But if the true meaning of seeking lies in never stopping questioning and transcending, in bravely confronting all established sources and authorities... then merely being content to dance within the framework you set, to reign in the shadow you cast, even if crowned with a 'laurel wreath,' is nothing but self-consolation."

"Whoosh—!"

The entire venue was instantly ignited! It was a frenzy of fear and shock!

The wise men suddenly stood up, and the young scholars stared wide-eyed as if they were witnessing the collapse of the universe.

"What...what did she say?"

"A challenge... to Lord Veridordo?!"

"She's insane! Winning the crown is already the greatest honor, yet she dares to..."

Ignoring the uproar around her, Isabella raised her head, her eyes showing neither fervor nor fear, only the challenging desire of a researcher.

Then she uttered words that made the entire Greek throne stand still:

“Veridodo—I am Isabella, a human from the Zhai Xing civilization.”

"I cannot represent the wisdom of the entire human civilization of Zhaixing, nor am I the most intelligent among them. I am merely a person with both gaming and scientific research skills. I have been able to stand here thanks to the favorable winds of the times."

"If you are truly the source of wisdom—Viritodo."

"I will look directly into your wisdom, and in the name of 'Zhai Xing Humans,' I will challenge the infinite with the finite!"

She took a step forward, a short step, as if she had shattered a psychological barrier that no one had dared to cross for millions of years.

"boom--!!!"

"I challenge you—the god of inspiration, Virido!"

The statue, which had bowed its head for millennia, slowly raised its head.

The stone eyelids slowly opened.

……

Interstellar Corridor, Zerg Main Hive.

"Shh!"

With a flick of the cane, the blue roses bloomed magnificently.

The boy's figure transformed into a ghost under the moonlight, moving swiftly around the stiff empress, like a graceful dance.

The next moment, he snapped his fingers.

"Splash—"

Countless blue roses bloomed, instantly robbing the Queen of all her vitality.

The Queen's enormous body was covered with blooming blue roses, as if draped in a strange and magnificent ice crystal carpet. Unable to stand any longer, she collapsed limply into the sticky nest, the light of life rapidly fading from her compound eyes.

In the instant before her consciousness sank into darkness, Queen Licanora strained to turn her gaze to the area beneath her, desperately using her limbs to protect a small section of ground.

There is a crabapple tree there.

In the barren and bloody interstellar corridor, deep within the Zerg's lair, where flowers should not grow, a single flower blooms in full glory, fresh and dazzling.

The Empress's remaining spiritual energy uttered a final, dreamlike murmur:

“Olive...vis…”

"I...miss you..."

"The flowers I... prepared for you..."

“You said… Star Blue… is like my eyes…”

Her voice gradually faded, the light in her compound eyes went out completely, and Queen Lycanora, who once ruled over a vast swarm of insects, collapsed with a thud.

Noel gazed quietly for a while at the body of the Queen, who had maintained a protective posture until her death.

He walked to the queen's corpse, sliced ​​her abdomen with his cane, and extracted an egg sac. This was the Zerg queen's "core egg," containing the queen's potential for unlimited reproduction.

He took it.

Having done all this, he turned his gaze back to the crabapple tree, then looked at the empress's enormous corpse, and said calmly:

"Although I don't know anything about your affairs and am not interested, that magpie doesn't like flowers at all."

"Based on my understanding of him, if he mentioned flowers to you, it was probably to distract you so he could take your insect eggs and use them to make a deal with some being in the abyss."

"like……"

Noel shook his head, thought for a moment, then decided to brush the dust off the crabapple blossoms before turning away.

He killed the Zerg Queen just to get this egg sac, but she was distracted while protecting a begonia flower and was easily captured by him.

Love... the love he cherished, yet which was also deadly, seemed both pale and colorful.

He stepped out of the hive, his clothes spotless. Behind him, the massive Zerg hive collapsed in a chain reaction, and the Zerg swarm, now devoid of the Queen's will to unite, descended into infighting.

The Space Marines, who had fought valiantly throughout the corridors, erupted in thunderous cheers! They had witnessed the collapse of the Hive and the blond boy emerging from it.

"hero!"

"Saviors!"

"Thank you! This nightmare is over!"

Countless wounded soldiers shouted excitedly in the direction of Noor, tears mingling with blood streaming down their faces. Some officers even stepped forward to offer the highest military salute and express their gratitude.

Noel stopped, turned his head, glanced at the excited crowd, but his azure eyes remained calm.

Then he said:

"There's no need to be grateful to an enemy."

Enemy? What enemy? Isn't Empress Lycanora their greatest enemy? The hero killed the Empress, so isn't he their greatest benefactor?

People looked at each other, bewildered.

……

Source point.

[The Question of Color - Question 2]

[Question: How can Alger bring his sister back to life?]

[A. White Gate: Seeking help from Elland, hoping to find a way to awaken the soul using the power of the conscious.]

[B·Stone Gate: Breaking through to a higher dimension, he resurrected his loved ones using the power of authority.]

[C·Grey Gate: A detailed account of everything about his sister; Su Ming'an uses soul ferrying and creation positioning to retrieve his sister's soul.]

[D·Mirror Gate: There's no way to resurrect Gothia; it was all just a fantasy from the start.]

Please walk towards the door that represents your answer.

……

The second question then arises.

Alger's eyes widened in surprise; he hadn't expected this question to be related to him.

The question was posed... A wrong answer would lead to a perilous situation, almost certain death. Among the vast crowd, some were already itching to try.

"...Would you want me to answer this question?" Alger finally stopped dodging and looked at Su Ming'an, his scarlet eyes reflecting the young man.