What Is Unimportant to God Is Important to Us

The musical notes... are disappearing?!

In the basement, Maggie and the others first saw the musical notes on their bodies suddenly grow pustules like Ka Lun's. Before they could even react to what was happening, the sore musical notes began to collapse.

They had never seen anything like it before, and immediately used every trick in the book to try and stop it from happening.

But it wasn't very useful.

The notes tainted with pus are inherently uncontrollable; the more they are urged on, the more the process is intensified.

"No, no, no!" A male musician pressed his hand tightly to his skin, his eyes bloodshot. "Go back, go back!"

As disciples of Ulysses, they can accept death and dedicate themselves to Ulysses and the Final Chapter.

But they couldn't accept that the notes they valued more than life itself had left them.

The performer is supreme.

But only those notes are the performers.

Without musical notes, what are they?

They dared not think about the problem, so they could only desperately try to stop the notes from collapsing, but to little avail.

So they knelt down on the ground, raising their heads as if grasping at a last straw, wanting to pray to the Holy Light.

Pray that the Lord will bestow His grace.

But,

"Why..." someone stammered, "I can't feel the Lord's presence?"

A single, brief sentence brought even greater despair and... fear to the musicians present.

The Lord of Holy Sound did not respond.

It's not that grace wasn't bestowed, but rather that there was absolutely no response.

But they were clearly standing under the Seven Sound Holy Temple, the grand Grand Ceremony was not over yet, and they could still feel the power and presence of the Lord.

But now, that feeling has disappeared.

Lord of Holy Sound.

They're gone.

"No, no, no...it's impossible." Maggie, the most composed and devout of the musicians present, could no longer maintain her composure. She trembled all over and kept shaking her head, "The Lord is everywhere, the Lord is everywhere, the Lord is everywhere!"

She repeated the sentence three times, it was unclear whether she was trying to convince others or herself.

"He has always been there! We just can't feel Him anymore, it's our problem!" she screamed. "It's our problem!"

Her desperate voice echoed throughout the basement, like a blind person who had just lost their sight desperately shouting in the dark.

Then, she finally heard the "sound of hope".

"Wait, look, the notes in the 'Final Chapter' haven't been affected!"

Maggie immediately turned her head and found that the golden musical score and notes on the dusty body were mostly intact, except for some loss of color, and were obviously not affected.

"The notes are still there!"

Maggie shouted excitedly, and then everyone scrambled toward the body like wild dogs that had smelled the scent.

"The Lord has not abandoned us!"

"Awaken him, and we will see the Lord again! Then we can receive His grace!"

"Yes, it definitely can!"

But just as their hands were about to touch the body...

A white shadow swept swiftly over their heads and landed on the head of the body ahead of them.

It's an owl.

The owl tilted its head and looked at them.

This left everyone stunned.

Then the next second.

The body, which had been sealed away for years, slowly opened its eyes.

Ulysses slowly released his hand from his chest.

His musical notes are in his chest.

Yes, he still did his best to save his notes.

But Ulysses felt no relief, for his notes were already dull and lifeless, so pale that they seemed as if they could be easily wiped away with an eraser.

At the same time, there were still some black spots left on the musical notes, like a few abrupt ink stains on an expensive painting.

This level of damage is only slightly better than complete destruction.

And he, who is possibly the most powerful performer of the Holy Sound at present, can only do this much even if he tries his best. Ulysses can't imagine what it would be like for the other performers who hear the Final Chapter.

"Is this what you wanted, He Wei Ni Ya?"

Ulysses spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and aged, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

"Is this what you wanted... to kill all the musicians?"

He looked at He Wei Ni Ya was not far away.

At this point, He Wei Ni Ya's body was completely rotting.

The virus does indeed only target musical notes.

But He Wei Ni Ya has seven notes.

Now all these musical notes have been destroyed, turning her flesh and blood black. At the same time, her innate Golden Score has also been affected, becoming chaotic like a broken string.

The destroyed sheet music also made it impossible for her to maintain He Wei Ni Ya's appearance. At this moment, she reverted to her true self. Her long, blood-red hair was now filthy with black blood, and her only remaining black eye had lost its luster.

While others might be able to survive by destroying musical notes, it was impossible for He Wei Ni Ya.

She was in danger of dying at any moment, so much so that Ulysses couldn't be sure if she could still hear her own voice.

Fortunately, it is possible.

She blinked very slowly in response to Ulysses.

"I don't understand," Ulysses asked. "Why are you doing this? What do you get out of it? What do you really want?"

He Wei Ni Ya slowly tilted her head, then spoke in a very soft voice.

"I have no idea."

"... You didn't know?" Ulysses gripped his cane tightly, his body trembling with rage. "You did such a thing and you say you didn't know? You ruined the future of the Musician! You ruined the entire Holy Sound!"

Ulysses roared angrily and weakly at He Wei Ni Ya like a wounded lion.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if the Holy Sound were without its notes?!"

He Wei Ni Ya still tilted her head.

Then he laughed.

"Yes," she said, "What will happen?"

The Chu Ke Family, the Seed Zone.

This is the largest Seed Zone in the entire Holy Sound.

There are over a thousand Breeding Male and Breeding Female.

Right now, things are in complete chaos here.

All those who listen to the Final Chapter either lose the notes or the notes decay beyond recognition.

The sudden disappearance of the Holy Light further exacerbated the chaos, as no one could feel the presence of the Lord anymore.

The Chu Ke Family had to send more managers to maintain order.

So they entered the arena with whips as usual, and swung them even more fiercely.

"Damn it! Get back to your room!"

"Stop praying! All of you, go back to your homes!"

"Do you even understand human language?!"

One whip after another was lashed down.

One after another Breeding Female, Breeding Male at their limits in every aspect, fell into pools of blood, but the hunters showed no mercy and even intensified their efforts.

Because they also felt uneasy, they decided to maintain order as quickly as possible.

However, a whip was suddenly grabbed.

The Chu Ke Family people turned around and saw a Breeding Male holding a whip, his face blank.

"You bastard! What do you think you're doing?!"

The Chu Ke Family people tried to pull back the whip, but the man wouldn't let go, so more whips came down, but he still held on tightly.

"That bastard!"

The impatient leader picked up a knife and walked over, pointing it at the Breeding Male's neck.

Then, he saw the Breeding Male raise his head, look at him with a very blank expression, and say softly.

"I have no more notes..."

"You are gone too."

The leader's hand suddenly trembled.

But he still swung his sword and slashed down.

The Breeding Male lay dead in a pool of blood, killed as easily as an animal, just like always.

But for some reason, the leader felt his whole body trembling, and cold sweat poured out uncontrollably.

What was with that guy's eyes just now?

He felt a sudden, inexplicable fear.

But he suppressed his emotions, letting out a cold snort and wiping the blood off the knife, "Just a..."

Halfway through my sentence, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

Quiet.

It's so quiet.

The previous noise and commotion had vanished, replaced by silence, a deathly silence.

The leader stood up stiffly and then looked around.

All the Breeding Male Breeding Female were watching him.

Those looks in their eyes.

Exactly the same Breeding Male as before...

Ulysses' pupils narrowed slightly.

In that instant, he suddenly understood what He Wei Ni Ya meant and what He Wei Ni Ya wanted.

"Order..." He looked into He Wei Ni Ya's eyes, "What you want to destroy is order."

He Wei Ni Ya laughed, "So that's what you call order?"

"What else could it be?" Ulysses said. "He Wei Ni Ya, you are a madwoman. You are dragging the entire Holy Sound into the mire as a response to everything you have suffered. Just for your own misfortune, you are taking revenge on the entire Holy Sound and all its players."

He Wei Ni Ya did not speak.

She was almost unable to speak; breathing was draining all her strength.

And Ulysses was still talking.

"But this is destined to be nothing more than wishful thinking on your part." Ulysses slowly walked toward He Wei Ni Ya, his voice growing colder. "The Lord will not abandon the Holy Sound. His grace will eventually return to this land. Whatever you have destroyed, the Lord can rebuild with a wave of his hand."

"Yes, yes," He Wei Ni Ya said with a forced smile. "So, how long will it take? A year, two years, ten years... or, twenty years?"

"Time has no meaning for the Lord."

"Yes," He Wei Ni Ya said softly, "But it means a lot to us... Twenty years is enough time for a lot to happen."

Ulysses did not directly respond to He Wei Ni Ya's statement.

Even he had to admit that He Wei Ni Ya was right.

The Lord of Holy Sound cannot watch over this land at all times; the musical notes and the performers are His connection to this land.

If all of this is severed, will the Holy Sound still be the Holy Sound when He rebuilds the connection?

As He Wei Ni Ya said, for the mortal world, there are far too many things that can happen in twenty years.

"Even so, we will wait." Ulysses stood before He Wei Ni Ya. "The Holy Sound will not be defeated so easily. We will wait for the Lord to return to the world, but until then..."

Ulysses strained to control the broken notes, transforming his staff into an irregularly shaped longsword.

"I will bring judgment upon you, He Wei Ni Ya."

Ulysses looked at He Wei Ni Ya, who couldn't even lift her head, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"You are the most heinous sinner in the Holy Sound History, He Wei Ni Ya," Ulysses said. "Go to hell and atone for all that you have done."

He Wei Ni Ya could no longer hear Ulysses's words.

Her vision went blurry.

She saw so many things.

Her mother who sold her, He Wei Ni Ya who wanted to kill her, Olenna successfully ascended to the next level but was cruelly murdered, Xi Ze who told her what Free Poet was, Anita smiled as she committed suicide in front of her, and that shy boy.

But in the end, the scene focused on a huge ancient tree.

The man, whose figure was obscured, watched her silently.

"Twenty years?"

She spoke softly, in a voice only she could hear.

"Before that, let's return to the world."

"Mr. Visas".

With a "whoosh" sound.

She heard the sound of something cutting through the air.

Then it was completely plunged into darkness.

Black.

So dark.

Blackness where nothing can be seen.

But in the blink of an eye, it turned white again.

Pure white.

The white was somewhat glaring.

It looks like the sky, and it also looks like snow.

In this pure white expanse, the only color is a head of fiery red hair.

He Wei Ni Ya lay in the pure white world, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"It's so spacious."

She didn't know how much time had passed before she heard someone speaking in her ear.

"How about we get something?"

A crisp snap of the fingers.

The pure white world began to change.

Although the main color is still white, more elements have been added.

Low houses, muddy roads.

And before He Wei Ni Ya lay the enormous pit that had buried countless people.

He Wei Ni Ya changed her posture from lying down to sitting. She sat in front of the pit, with both legs inside. If she moved any further, she would fall in.

Then, He Wei Ni Ya saw someone sit down next to her, with their legs dangling in the air, just like her.

He Wei Ni Ya turned her head and looked at the person in front of her.

It was a completely unfamiliar face, yet it felt strangely familiar, as if we had known each other for a long time.

As a result, the previously sluggish brain quickly resumed its response.

"Mr. Visas ...?" He Wei Ni Ya asked.

"Yes." Bai Wei nodded with a smile. "It's me."

Why are you here?

"I've come to bid farewell to an old friend," Bai Wei said. "After all... I didn't have time before."

"... I see."

He Wei Ni Ya smiled, and then said softly.

"That's wonderful, that's great."