The Story That Left Nothing Behind / Whatever You Do, Don't Fall into the Hands of Someone You've Pranked

Bianca's face flushed crimson beneath her translucent skin, which looked as if it had been burned. She looked at Lin, whose face was dark and who was leaning forward as if he might pounce at any moment, with a trembling voice, her teeth chattering. "If you dare let me in, I'll chop you into mincemeat!"

... Who exactly taught her this knowledge? This threat made Lin hesitate for a second.

He tried to make himself look more threatening, taking a step forward with a fierce glint in his eyes. "Do you think your playability is only that much?"

"Playability..." The girl's face turned red; she didn't know what it meant, or rather, she didn't want to know.

"Your body has beautiful, well-proportioned, and healthy lines, soft and fragrant like jade. Your breasts are soft and firm, your buttocks are perky and dynamic, your waist is slender and strong, and your neck is as white and smooth as a swan's. It makes people want to bury their heads in your collarbone and slowly smell your body scent."

"I... I..."

Bianca was already incoherent. This was the first time she had been praised so highly for her allure to the opposite sex. In the past, people from Schicksal and her troops would also praise her, but they always viewed it from the perspective of a woman and a warrior.

Before this, she didn't think she had much feminine charm.

I feel like my brain is about to burn to ashes.

"And your legs!"

"Waaah..." Bianca shook her head, unable to think.

"Black stockings encased your delicate toes and perfectly shaped thighs without an ounce of excess fat, and you were even wearing tall boots, which produced a sweet and sour sweaty sheen, making me want to suck on them..."

She does sweat a bit from exercising and fighting often, but she never thought it smelled good. This guy actually wanted to put it in his mouth! How shameful...

Lin continued his verbal attacks without changing his expression, observing Bianca's changing facial expressions.

To be honest, he didn't understand why anyone would think that girls' foot sweat tastes sweet and sour. He had heard these things from viewers in Elysia's live stream during his three years in the previous world. The things he found incomprehensible and impressive could fill a book.

After reciting the entire passage in one breath, Lin crossed his arms and said coldly, "Do you understand? If you do, then surrender."

"..."

The girl, strapped to the lance, completely lost control of her brain. She couldn't even form a complete sentence, and could only stare at Lin, her face flushed, saying, "You... you..."

It seems that her psychological defenses have been completely broken down. Lin Ke doesn't want to let her out and then fight her again; this way, it's both time-saving and effortless.

However, to his surprise, after Bianca had been teary-eyed for a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then you can try. I will never let you go. Who wants to submit to Scum Mushroom you?"

After saying that, she glared at Lin, pursed her lips, and seemed ready to bite or kick him at any moment.

"..."

She waited for several minutes, but Lin didn't make any move. He still had that fierce look on his face, but... he just stayed in that state and didn't even take another step forward.

Bianca's expression gradually shifted from anger to confusion over the next few minutes, and finally to blankness.

"You wouldn't... actually be too Scum Mushroom, would you? You're just saying that, aren't you?"

Lin Mo returned to the fire, brewed coffee, and kept his head down without saying a word.

He looked utterly dejected, as if he had lost completely.

"Mr. Lin, thank you for your hard work." Rita handed the bag full of ingredients to Lin, and smiled slightly as she looked at him, whose expression remained unchanged. "Thanks to you and Miss Bianca guarding the rift, we were able to repair the Stargate with peace of mind. How have things been?"

"Ah..."

"It seems quite good, after all, you're quite skilled with girls."

"..."

Lin believes he should pay more attention to how others perceive him and his public image.

"By the way, Miss Einstein said she has discovered something that can provide energy for the Stargate."

Lin's hand suddenly tightened, and he asked, "What is it?"

"There is a large amount of Honkai Energy in the rift, and there is also an unknown object that gathers the Honkai Energy. As long as we can find a way to retrieve it, we can recharge it directly after repairing the Stargate."

In the crack...

Lin recalled the severed chains, slowly raised his head, and looked towards the location of the crack in the distance.

Chapter Forty-Nine: A Story That Left Nothing Behind

The World Bubble is not a complete world, but it still has starry nights with twinkling stars and a bright moon. Each star emits a faint light, like longing eyes in the night sky.

Lin poured the sauce over the mashed potatoes, and the hot black pepper mashed potatoes were ready—simple, nutritious, and delicious.

He picked up the plate and asked sideways—

"Want some?"

The blonde girl turned her head away expressionlessly, completely ignoring him.

It was probably... no, it was definitely his lewd behavior yesterday that completely enraged Bianca. Lin felt very innocent. If he had really done something, he could understand, but he clearly hadn't done anything.

Perhaps people 50,000 years from now have different perspectives.

After eating the prescribed amount, he put the lid on the pot, hugged his knees, and looked up at the sky.

"Want to talk?" he asked.

Bianca forced out a single word through gritted teeth. "No."

"Let's talk then."

I said, no.

"There will be another Rita 50,000 years from now. Are you close to her?"

Lin may be a bit slow on the uptake in some ways, but he rarely misses information in language. Bianca said that Rita was not the Rita she knew, and that there was no hostility in her eyes, which means that the Rita she knew was at least not Bianca's enemy.

Moreover, he believes that Bianca would be interested in this topic.

As it turned out, his guess was correct.

"... She is my friend."

"Will you eat together? Play games together? Does she cook for you? Does she live next door to you?"

Bianca glanced at Lin in surprise, because he was right. Rita lived next door to her, and they often trained and tended the garden together. They would also play games occasionally, and Rita was in charge of the meals.

"I have a friend too," Lin sighed. "His name is Kevin."

"... That's really surprising."

Fifty thousand years later, Kevin has become a different person... That's what Bianca said, but Lin doesn't think so.

He will always be Kevin, and that will not change even after 50,000 years.

Perhaps because Lin didn't say anything shocking this time, and also said something Bianca didn't expect, the atmosphere between them eased a little.

"Didn't you consider that perhaps you've existed in this World Bubble for too long? The time flow in the Quantum Sea is different; the Previous Civilization has long since perished, while you've simply survived until now?" Bianca finished speaking and then contradicted herself, "No, the Oath of Judas is indeed in your hands..."

"This weapon is not a product of my world, but was given to me by someone else."

Upon hearing Lin's words, Bianca was taken aback. She then said, "That means there might be two Oath of Judas."

Is it possible that two people from different points in time could meet due to quantum phenomena, or is the probability high that the Quantum Sea caused something similar to what happened to Urashima Taro?

Bianca suddenly realized that for Lin, there were only two possibilities to accept.

One possibility is that after returning to their original world, they face an inevitable destruction, and even if they try their best, they will only end up with some written records about the Previous Civilization that Bianca sees.

Another possibility is that after returning to his original world, he discovers that 50,000 years have passed, and everything he fought for—his friends, family, and lovers—has become nothing more than phantoms in his memory.

Either way, it was an absolutely cruel reality for him.

Lin said he would do everything in his power to change the future, and Bianca believed she would do the same. But upon closer reflection, her future was uncertain, and she was just making a seemingly reasonable statement from her own perspective.

It's like someone with God's perspective offering a pitiful, sympathetic remark to those in history books who are of no use in the matter.

Was he... not expecting this?

Bianca shook her head; she was sure Lin had figured it out.

But he remained calm, and even had the mood to tease her.

"What if it's truly the case that your time has already passed?"

"... Then let's continue the fight, until the Honkai can no longer destroy the next 'time'."

"..."

Bianca felt a strange emotion stirring within her. When she saw Lin's calm face, she realized for the first time that his expressionless demeanor wasn't due to his wicked sense of humor, but rather a suffocatingly suppressed rationality.

I've experienced it all, faced it all, and that's why I'm numb.

The intermittent rain began to fall again. Lin crawled into the tent, took out an umbrella, and ladled a bowl of mashed potatoes from the pot.

He opened his umbrella and inserted it into the gap in the chains binding his lance to block the rain, then picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of hot mashed potatoes, and held it to Bianca's lips.

She silently glanced at the sweet and delicious mashed potatoes, then at his blank face in the rain.

"Eat up, you're still growing," Lin said to her indifferently.

"... I would prefer to untie it so I can eat it myself."

"I know someone who would love to have me serve her meals while she's in bed every day."

"It's that person's problem, isn't it? Don't assume everyone likes to be served."

"Don't you usually receive services from Rita?"

Bianca was speechless.

She ate the mashed potatoes in one bite with the ferocity of someone biting off a spoon.

The rich, sweet flavor melts in your mouth, it's absolutely delicious.

Lin didn't say anything, and scooped up a second spoonful.

Lin fed her, just like last time, with a completely different level of care than when they were bickering and being naughty. After she finished eating, he wiped her mouth clean and combed her hair.

Bianca stared at Lin's retreating figure as he cleaned up the leftover dishes, then suddenly spoke up, "Hey... you Scum Mushroom, is this how you usually fool girls?"

She has unparalleled culinary skills and is incredibly caring when taking care of people, revealing a warmth beneath her cool exterior, and... something else she can't quite put her finger on.

It seemed like pity, yet also admiration.

"If your private life weren't so bad, you'd probably be a good man, right?"

"..."

"Speaking of which, you have so many close female friends, and you're a warrior who possesses Divine Key, so you must have left behind some descendants, right? Maybe I can find them when I go back."

"Descendants..."

Lin reached out and caught the rainwater. He felt no coldness at all, as if he were separated from the world.

He never thought about what his child would be like, and he couldn't imagine it. This might be because he had no idea what "when he was little" or "childhood" meant.

Lin clenched the water droplet in his palm. "Maybe nothing was left at all."

"Is there nothing there?"

"... Perhaps the Divine Key I used have remained. I remember you said that the Divine Key would still exist 50,000 years from now."

"The Oath of Judas? But this was given to you by someone else."

"It is the Black Abyss White Flower."

The rain seemed to stop for a moment.

Bianca stared blankly at the man's back as he looked up, through the gaps in the rain and in the angles of time.

Chapter Fifty: Never fall into the hands of someone you've pranked before.

Why is it Black Abyss White Flower?

Bianca had a vague premonition, but when she actually heard the Black Abyss White Flower from his mouth, she couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise.

She thought that the Black Abyss White Flower, having been Cecilia's weapon, already had a strong connection with her, but she never expected to meet the Black Abyss White Flower's true first owner.

A certain destiny drew them together, and even the seemingly insurmountable passage of time became a catalyst.

The silhouette in the rain suddenly becomes impressionistic, like a glass of white wine spilled on an ink painting.

Just like Bianca's understanding of Cecilia was limited to her achievements and her story, she could still feel Cecilia's unique gentleness from the Black Abyss White Flower.

The ink spread, carrying a rich aroma of wine, and the rapid raindrops reflected his sorrow, his perseverance, and his ideals.

Sitting on an out-of-control train, waiting for the colossal thing beneath you to disintegrate and crash into the apocalypse along with you, is like watching flesh and civilization rise and fall amidst the noise in a field of dandelions.

One person's feelings for another can change completely in an instant, like a specific beat in a piece of music.