Game World: I Can Share Talents

Wan Qi’s answer was both unexpected and completely logical. Because Westheid was the goddamn incarnation of a Succubus!

His Charm had long since become otherworldly under the enhancement of his bloodline, blessings, and Talents. It was hardly inferior even when compared to a Pure Holy Spirit—after all, his unworthy ancestor was the personification of "Beauty" itself!

Even in this era before the Celestial Gods were born, when the Extraordinary System was murky and corrupt, this Charm would not diminish.

’Pretty good.’

Westheid’s opinion of the "Charm" attribute had changed. As a die-hard min-maxer, he used to have his complaints about an attribute that added no tangible power, but by now, he had lost count of the benefits his high Charm had brought him.

’The ability to live off a woman is still a real ability!’

After praising Westheid’s Charm, the gray-haired girl turned to prepare for battle.

She changed out of her casual clothes and into a Cultivator’s military uniform: an iron-gray cape over a silvery-white tunic, with a brown belt cinching an impossibly slender waist. On her feet, she wore a pair of tall boots.

Beside the statue in the Monastery’s main hall, Wan Qi took down a long saber that was hanging there.

It was a long saber with a true-silver hilt. The sharp blade, forged from some special alloy, glinted with a brilliant edge.

Wan Qi sat on the steps before the statue. A soft fluorescent light glowed on her fingertips as she focused on wiping down the slightly curved blade, renewing its edge.

’Soul Bone Armor, huh...’

Westheid watched this scene, lost in thought.

On the ornithopter earlier, he had already browsed through the basic information and knew that the so-called "Cultivators" were not just clergy but also a minority of High-tier Transcendents.

Even in the ancient Mortal World where the Celestial Gods had not yet appeared, where the Extraordinary System had not been established and no lineages existed, there were still Transcendents who reached the highest echelons by fumbling through on their own.

The reason High-tier Transcendents were so rare at this time was purely because Chaos Erosion was too severe. Without a clear path to guide them, the vast majority of people simply couldn’t awaken.

But undeniably, any Transcendent who could step into the high tiers amidst an environment rampant with the corruption of Chaos was a true prodigy. Every single one was a core member of the legion.

The blade maintenance continued for a long time, until every inch of the edge seemed to be shrouded in a hazy, faint light.

Wan Qi yawned, glanced at the time, and said to Westheid:

"Phew... Good, we still have a few hours to rest. West, let’s get some sleep."

Westheid remained on the bench, continuing to search for information. "I’m not tired."

"But I am."

Without another word, Wan Qi squeezed into Westheid’s arms, gave his cheek a light peck, and then curled up on his lap. She slowly closed her eyes and quickly fell into a peaceful sleep.

From how practiced she looked, it was clearly a habit.

Westheid didn’t disturb the girl’s rest. He used his hand to brush away a gray strand of hair stuck to her cheek and gazed at Wan Qi’s profile.

Exquisite and beautiful, pure and flawless. Westheid could see the Master of Extinction’s features, but in terms of temperament, he simply couldn’t connect this vibrant, energetic girl who always wore a sweet smile with that sad, gloomy Great Demon.

[This was the last day I felt happiness. From this day forward, my happiness diminished with each passing day.]

Suddenly, a whisper sounded by Westheid’s ear.

He had almost forgotten this was the Master of Extinction’s Imaginary Space, and everything before him was what she was showing him.

Naturally, the Master of Extinction was also watching intently from the sidelines.

Westheid couldn’t help but ask:

"Why not show the memories from the very beginning? Weren’t there still seven or eight years before this?"

[...I have never hidden anything from you, my love, but I too am unaware of those past days.]

’Huh? What do you mean you don’t know?’

[Because those were beautiful, happy, utterly perfect, and most precious memories... so they should not exist within a filthy and dark shadow.]

’So you don’t even know how we met, yet you keep calling me "my love"?’

Westheid had just made that jab in his mind when the Master of Extinction spoke:

[Although I have forgotten many things, and even forgotten why I love you, the one thing I have never forgotten... is that I love you.]

"...Then why have me experience it so immersively? If you just wanted to show me memories, wouldn’t it be better to just let me observe from the side?"

Westheid pondered for a moment before asking again.

[My love, I cannot, and more importantly, will not interfere with your thoughts and memories... Besides, this is merely a memory.]

This answer was both surprising and satisfying to Westheid. If his memories could really be interfered with so easily, he would have felt a complete lack of security.

Westheid lowered his head in thought, gazing at Wan Qi, who was pillowed on his lap. The girl’s sleeping face looked peaceful and serene, as if she were having a sweet dream.

"DONG DONG DONG—"

A heavy bell tolled from the highest point of the Monastery, marking the arrival of the early morning hours.

The moment the bell began to ring, Wan Qi’s eyes snapped open. The gray-haired girl sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes.

Shortly after the bell, a mechanical voice came over the broadcast system:

"Attention all personnel. Effective immediately, Fortress Number 21 will be taking over the defensive duties of the fallen Fortress Number 27. All personnel, to your stations immediately. This fortress will now move toward the front line. We will encounter Chaos enemy forces along the way. At all costs... annihilate them all."

"At all costs?"

The last lingering trace of her sweet dream was swept clean from the girl’s crimson eyes by the broadcast.

"Has the situation gotten that grim? We have to go."

The two of them hurriedly left the Monastery. Out on the fortress’s main thoroughfare, it had entered a full state of war readiness.

All thrusters were at full power, pushing the Floating Fortress forward. Every war machine in this massive mobile garrison was operating at maximum capacity.

One after another, hovering or ornithopter-like fighters took to the sky. Aerospace warships roared to life, escorting the Floating Fortress.

Squad after squad of fully armed soldiers took their positions on the defensive lines or were packed into transport pods like sardines in a can.

Westheid looked up, carefully studying the sky, his brow furrowed.

Seeing this, Wan Qi took Westheid’s hand and said to him with great solemnity:

"I’ll protect you."

She thought Westheid was nervous and uneasy.

But Westheid was someone who had seen his fair share of grand spectacles. Although he had never witnessed a scene of a thousand ships launching at once, it was merely a difference in style. It wasn’t that different from later eras—at most, it was just a novel sight.

"Thanks, but the sky... why is it still dark?"

Westheid first thanked Wan Qi for her concern, then voiced his confusion.

He had been able to see the starry sky last night, but after all this time, the heavens were still gloomy and dim, as if a thick, eternal layer of dark clouds had sealed away all light.

"It’s always been like this."

Wan Qi replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world:

"Ever since Chaos began its major offensive, the sky has been blotted out by them. It’s been like this for several hundred years."