Game World: I Can Share Talents

Westheid had been waiting for just this moment. Upon seeing the Pure Holy Spirit’s strange state, he immediately connected the dots.

He comforted the childlike Pure Holy Spirit, patting her back and speaking softly,

"There, there. I’m here now. Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere. I didn’t even feel this bad when the Chaos Army was ravaging the Purity Forest."

The Pure Holy Spirit snuggled deeper into Westheid’s embrace, letting out a soft whimper.

"I just feel... I feel all sticky, like I can’t get clean no matter how much I wash. My head is groggy, and my chest feels so tight."

The White-haired Holy Spirit grabbed Westheid’s arm, her expression heart-wrenchingly pitiful.

"I want cuddles."

"Alright, cuddles, cuddles."

Westheid pressed his cheek against the White-haired Holy Spirit’s delicate, flawless skin, transferring his warmth to the impossibly cold Holy Spirit.

"It feels a little better in West’s arms... I’m so sleepy."

The Pure Holy Spirit yawned, rested her head on Westheid’s shoulder, and drifted off to sleep with a slight frown on her brow.

Westheid picked up the Pure Holy Spirit and ordered Yolanda,

"Go find Hecate and the others immediately. Confirm the status of the Circle of Clear Skies and turn the Anti-Chaos Technique’s power to maximum."

"Send word to the frontline troops exploring the Chaos Domain. Have them immediately tighten their defensive lines, abandon all insufficiently fortified positions, and retreat to strongholds protected by Techniques."

"Halt all ongoing urban development projects in the Qinghui Territory. No more expansion."

"Aside from the frontline troops, station the Qinghui Guard in all major cities. Suspend all production and entertainment activities."

"In short, the entire territory is to enter a state of martial law."

Yolanda froze, not quite understanding why her brother was making these arrangements. But the moment she met his resolute gaze, she immediately nodded.

"Yes."

"Is it a Chaos Tide?"

Mivana walked over at the sight and asked faintly,

"Another Chaos Tide?"

Westheid’s decisive orders looked for all the world like precautions against the impact of a tide.

"If you have to call it a tide... then I suppose it is."

Westheid looked at Mivana, then glanced toward the sky. "But this one is on a completely different level from any we’ve seen before."

The platinum-blonde girl who had received the orders returned to the Holy Land Garden in the evening.

"Brother, your orders have all been relayed and carried out. The entire Qinghui Territory is now under martial law... But is all this really necessary?"

Yolanda glanced at the pure and beautiful girl sleeping soundly in Westheid’s arms and said,

"Just because the Holy Spirit Ancestor is feeling unwell, you immediately put us on a war footing. The territory is in a panic; no one understands what’s happening, and many Civil Servants want to see you."

Thanks to a certain someone’s influence, Yolanda had also become increasingly disrespectful toward the Holy Spirit Ancestor.

"Could it be for some other reason? We just ended a Chaos Tide. How could a new one appear so quickly?"

"On this point alone, I trust her."

Westheid said, stroking the Pure Holy Spirit’s beautiful hair.

’I can question everything else about the old hag, but I can’t doubt her fundamental nature as a Holy Spirit.’

The Pure Holy Spirit is the highest being of Order closest to the Chaos Domain. Her senses are the most accurate barometer; not even the Celestial Gods can compare!

Because the Celestial Gods’ perception of the Mortal World is truly dull. If the great beings of the Supreme Heaven could freely perceive and interfere with the Mortal World, Chaos’s do-or-die counterattack would never have even been possible.

In fact, counterintuitively, between gods and mortals, it is the Celestial Gods who are passive recipients of information. Their perception of the Mortal World depends on how much the mortal kingdoms report back to them.

And since Chaos was no longer considered a major threat, all the Realms of Order except for the Country of Yonglan had outsourced their border defenses. Unless a major Chaos Tide struck, they couldn’t care less about border affairs.

The central authorities of these realms were even indifferent to the problems and anomalies reported from the borders. As long as the Chaos Demon Army didn’t march on the core provinces, they would just give it a half-hearted response.

First, they claimed there was no problem at all.

Then, they said something might happen, but no action was necessary.

Next, they said that perhaps action should be taken, but that nothing should be done.

Now, it has reached the final stage: something should have been done long ago, but it is already too late.

That’s why Westheid didn’t bother reminding the Imperial central command. It would be useless. The last chance was decades ago; the impact Chaos had built up was now unstoppable.

It was inevitable and unstoppable. Even if all the Celestial Gods swept through at any cost, the Chaos Will would still force itself to unleash this ultimate move.

Besides, Westheid had his own selfish reasons. ’If this world-sundering event doesn’t happen, who’s going to complete my Ascension Ladder for me?’

Chaos is a ladder.

For the next few days, Westheid remained in the Holy Land Garden. The Pure Holy Spirit finally woke up after being unconscious for two days and three nights. Not long after the white-haired girl groggily opened her eyes, the sky began to darken.

Under the influence of the Circle of Clear Skies system, the entire Qinghui Territory never experienced any other weather. Yet now, the vast, clear firmament was gradually dimming.

From the direction of the Chaos Domain, layer after layer of murky ripples began to spread.

Crimson, dark violet, and pitch-black fog, like ink dropped into a clear celestial canvas, spread across the sky. For most people, the idea of Chaos occupying the heavens was unheard of.

This Chaos mist, spreading from the edge of the world, gathered more and more, coalescing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And then...

BOOM—

As if swamp gas had been ignited by a single spark, following an explosion that left nearly everyone in the Borderland with ringing ears, the accumulated Chaos filth erupted.

It spread, it advanced, eroding the sky of the Mortal World from the Chaos Domain. Then, like a swift flame, it seared the entire sky. Its speed was unimaginable, spreading across the whole visible firmament in the blink of an eye.

It swept over the Borderland, over the Imperial Provinces, over all the Realms of Order, over the entire Mortal World.

The sky was seared by flames, but unlike Legendary Magic such as Celestial Fire Falls, the power wasn’t as great. It didn’t rain the slightest bit of destruction upon the land. The impact’s purpose seemed to be merely to tint the sky, rendering it dim and gloomy.

However, after a moment, this dimness began to fade, until the sky returned to its previous state.

If the entire Mortal World hadn’t been plunged into darkness for a quarter of an hour, mortals who didn’t look up at the sky might not have even noticed the sudden anomaly.

"Brother... what in the world is..."

Yolanda looked at Westheid in astonishment. His expression was grave yet tinged with excitement, but held not a shred of surprise, as if he had anticipated this all along.

"Ah!"

Before Westheid could speak, the Pure Holy Spirit, who was clinging to Duke Qinghui like a koala, shuddered and cried out,

"The Supreme Yang... I can’t sense the Supreme Yang anymore!"

"Our contract... it’s broken."

"Don’t panic. This is perfectly normal."

Westheid soothed the Holy Spirit, saying, "Because from this moment on, gods and mortals are severed. What comes next... is an age of chaos."

The handsome man with black hair and violet eyes had a brilliant, profound light shining in his gaze. Though he spoke words that would make most mortals feel as if the sky was falling, his tone was one of long-awaited anticipation.