"In truth, the situation isn't as straightforward as I initially described."
After appreciating the scenery for a moment, Zeke set up a stove, hot water, tea utensils, and refreshments atop the altar.
Fu Hua effortlessly rinsed the teaware and skillfully began brewing the tea, her movements evoking the elegance of an ancient painting unfolding before one's eyes.
The cold detachment around Zeke visibly softened, taking on a more relaxed, homely aura as he continued leisurely explaining:
"The survival of the world bubble indeed hinges directly on its Anchor Point fused with the World Core. However, even in dire circumstances, it's not entirely impossible to dismantle this structure—though risks cannot be completely avoided. Additionally, once connected to the imaginary branch, this world bubble can transition from continuously losing existence elements to absorbing them, gradually becoming more stable."
"Tea dripping softly..."
Fu Hua poured the tea, her long strands of hair gracefully swaying alongside her movements, creating a serene and picturesque scene.
Without looking up, she astutely observed, "In other words, even if the worst-case scenario occurs and the Anchor Point perishes, the world bubble may not necessarily shatter. Moreover, as soon as a World Anchor is established, the lifespan of the world bubble begins extending. Even should our civilization face defeat and fall from the Imaginary Tree, the world bubble could still gain limited benefits—suggesting that overall, the risk isn't as great as initially stated. The potential gains aren't strictly binary between eternal continuation or complete loss either. In fact, the likelihood of obtaining advantages seems higher, correct?"
"More or less."
"Then why did you present it so drastically to Zhuge Kongming? Were you trying to force them into making a choice?"
Fu Hua gracefully offered Zeke a cup of clear tea with both hands, her smile gentle and serene.
Zeke picked up the cup, took a sip, and after pondering for a moment, replied:
"No matter the specifics, this decision ultimately gambles the fate of our world, where life and death hang in the balance. Therefore, they must approach it cautiously, fully aware that everything is at stake. I merely laid out the risks as clearly as possible. If neither they nor this world possess the resolve to sacrifice all for securing their future, why should you and I bear the burden of shaping its destiny? My intention was to unequivocally convey that once they choose, they must take responsibility for their decision. Even if the worst outcome occurs, they shouldn't blame the chosen Anchor Point—after all, we already carry the responsibility for our own world. Would it be fair to additionally shoulder the burden of another unrelated world?"
"But it's still an entire world..."
"So what if they do? If we must bear psychological burdens for this unrelated world, I'd rather not get involved at all. Fu Hua, neither you nor I have any obligation to tiptoe around during civilization's war just to ensure its survival. They choose and bear the consequences; we merely provide an opportunity. It's crucial that you understand this."
Zeke spoke calmly.
Fu Hua poured tea into her cup, then after a moment, slowly nodded.
"I comprehend your stance now. You're clarifying the division of responsibility—we simply offer a chance for change without bearing the ultimate outcome—you're correct. Though harsh, this isn't our world, and we face unimaginably difficult battles ahead. Indeed, we cannot afford additional burdens."
"Understanding is key. If they choose to establish an Anchor Point with you as the target, please remember, it is not your responsibility. Don't add unnecessary burden by feeling obliged to save this world."
"...After all that, were you worried about me, fearing I might be overwhelmed?"
Fu Hua lifted her teacup, shaking her head, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Beyond the humor, Zeke's genuine concern did warm Fu Hua's heart.
It's hard to describe, but Fu Hua felt as if this man before her valued her emotions more than the fate of the world itself. For Fu Hua, this was an unprecedented experience she hadn't encountered throughout countless years—as a girl, she quickly took a sip of tea, using the motion to conceal the sudden warmth on her face.
After a moment, Fu Hua composed herself amidst these unfamiliar feelings.
"Slap!"
At that instant, Senti smacked the table, her pouting face intruding between the two seated figures.
"Hey! Where's my tea? Did you forget about me?!"
Fu Hua, holding her teacup, froze momentarily.
"Ah... um, sorry, right away, just give me a second..."
Forcing a smile, Fu Hua hurriedly poured some tea for the neglected Senti.
"Hmph! You actually did forget me! Old Antique, I'm mad now!"
"Senti, please, let me explain..." Fu Hua tried desperately to soothe Senti's mood. Despite racking her brain for comforting words, she stumbled through her attempts with little effect.
Meanwhile, Zeke quietly observed the scene, gently waving his plumage fan and taking a sip of tea.
"Mm, excellent brew," he remarked, a subtle smile reflecting in his tranquil eyes like still waters.
Nightfall over the imperial capital, stars twinkling across the sky.
"Guanxing-sama, all mobilizable mages have been positioned as you instructed. So, what exactly do you plan to do?"
In a high tower within the imperial palace, atop a specially designed altar for divination and spellcasting, Durandal asked, perplexed.
The evening breeze stirred her bright yellow cloak embroidered with red dragons, silently signifying her newfound status.
"Your Majesty, there's no need for formalities like 'sama' or 'you.' You outrank everyone now."
"...I haven't quite gotten used to it yet. But as one of the pillars of the nation, such respect is warranted. Please don't worry about it. Moreover, I only accepted this honor out of necessity; if my abilities prove insufficient, I will promptly step aside for someone more capable."
"Let's discuss these matters later. For now, I deeply appreciate Your Majesty's trust. Mobilizing so many mages to assist me takes courage few monarchs possess... After all, what if I intended to curse the king and usurp the nation's fortune?"
"You jest. During the reign of the late emperor, we didn't interact much, but I've always known you to be a person of great wisdom. Working together when my father was on the throne further demonstrated your foresight and skill. Your urgent request for this divination must have its reasons," Durandal said firmly, gazing at Zhuge Kongming without a hint of doubt.
What? You're wondering who her imperial father is?
Naturally, it's Zeke.
Why "father"?
Well, let me explain: Zeke managed to usurp Guanxing's family throne because no one could resist him. With the release of the Central System, the political landscape left by the late emperor was entirely transformed, making Zeke's ascension as emperor inevitable. Durandal did not enjoy such conditions. Thus, her claim to power had to rely on familial ties to Emperor Zeke—simply put, since she inherited his throne, Durandal became his daughter.
Alternatively, using sibling terminology, calling each other Imperial Big Brother or Little Sister would also work. However, to emphasize the supreme authority of Emperor Zeke, Durandal conscientiously lowered her own status, respectfully referring to Zeke as her "Imperial Father."
This follows the ethical norms within the imperial family during feudal times; everyone here adheres to these rules, so understanding them is key.
Back to Zhuge Kongming: she was immensely pleased by Durandal's forthright attitude and once again marveled at Zeke's discernment. Indeed, within the Empire today, there was no one more deserving of trust and sincerity than Durandal. With her as Empress, unity and stability among the people were assured.
"The time has come! Harnessing the fortune of our dynasty, Heaven's Will is with us—let the celestial cycle unfold!"
As the moon reached its zenith beneath a cloudless starry sky, Zhuge Kongming waved their spare plumage fan, stirring up a mighty gale that illuminated the vast formation below. With their other hand gently pressing against the void, they slowly closed their eyes.
"Hm?"
Waiting outside the formation, Durandal suddenly furrowed her brows. As a warrior, her keen senses detected an immense, ancient, and awe-inspiring presence.
Meanwhile, Zhuge Kongming's face visibly paled, and their hand hovering over the formation began to tremble uncontrollably.
At this moment, Rita silently approached, accompanied by Kiana munching on candied haws, standing behind Durandal. In unspoken understanding, they awaited the outcome together.
"Ugh—" After what felt like both an eternity and an instant, Zhuge Kongming abruptly spat out blood, stumbled backward several steps, and collapsed weakly.
"Zhuge Kongming!" × 3
In unison, three voices expressed their concern. It was Durandal, the most skilled martial artist among them, who swiftly entered the formation area first, catching Zhuge Kongming's frail body.
In unison, they expressed their concern as Durandal, the most skilled warrior among them, swiftly entered the formation area and caught Zhuge Kongming's small body.
Facing the trio's caring expressions, Zhuge Kongming, her face pale, let out a bitter laugh.
"Ha... So it was true after all."
"What exactly did you foresee?" asked Durandal.
With a soft sigh, Zhuge Kongming pointed tremblingly towards the bright moon with her plumage fan.
"The stars are false; even that resplendent sun is a sham. The farthest reach we can ever touch lies merely upon the moon... We are trapped within this confined world..."
"The vast landscapes, the Nine Realms, billions of lives... All but illusions and mirages...
"The world...is dead."
As these chilling words fell, Zhuge Kongming's spirit utterly exhausted, she lost consciousness in Durandal's arms.
Staring at the young girl, her lips stained with blood and complexion ghastly white, the three others stood silently.
The gentle night breeze continued to blow, yet simultaneously, they felt a sudden chill.