"If it's a trade, what do you intend to do?"
"Mm... help me remember. Help me weave that dream. I'll give you something. What should it be? This, then."
[Delusion] raised her hand and casually grasped at the air.
An energy cube bearing luminous eye patterns fell before Ye Qiyan.
[Delusion Crystal] [Upon activation, releases the end of [No Thought], completely bringing a world to [The End]]
This was an end without a price.
Unlike the ends of Huahuo, Horns, and Ice Crystal, each of which required Ye Qiyan to expend one life to release.
What Delusion had brought out was closer to the spoils [Colorless] had given him back then.
"I haven't agreed yet, and you're just handing it over?"
Ye Qiyan hefted the crystal in his hand without immediately agreeing.
"Is that so?"
Delusion tilted her head.
"Then, will you agree?"
She really was strange, and arrogant.
This arrogance was not arrogance in her words, but an innate arrogance that regarded everything with equal feeling.
"Answer one more question, and I'll agree to help you. Of course, even if Dreamweaving can't help you weave a dream of that era, the trade will still count as complete. How about it?"
"A question? All right. Failure is fine, too. I'll keep thinking."
"Deal."
Ye Qiyan put away the crystal and asked a question he had been curious about for a long time.
"Back then, why did you bring the Silver Race to an end? I mean, why help the other Transcenders? You don't seem to dislike the Silver Race."
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
Countless black and white spots flickered and shifted, and pairs of merciless eyes all turned their gazes toward him.
Would he be afraid? Would he feel fear?
There was no fear.
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