Chapter 224 This is the bond between the train crew.
Above the sky, Little Gray Fur looked warily at March 7th before him.
She remained extremely cautious, her brows slightly furrowed, and asked softly:
"Who are you…?"
Little Gray hadn't finished speaking.
Despite the clear sky and no rain, the corrupted March 7th, who always held a black umbrella, gently shushed her.
The voice was mysterious and gentle, carrying a soothing tone, as it said:
"Shh, don't say it. I know there are many questions swirling in your memory, and you feel helpless. Put them aside for now. Now, just trust me."
Seeing that Little Gray Fur still looked wary and showed no sign of trust, they noticed...
The corrupted March 7th in front of them slowly closed the black umbrella in his hand, his movements elegant and composed.
She took two light steps forward, walked straight to the little gray-haired boy, and said with a confident and certain expression:
"Or perhaps some proof is needed? Don't worry, that's not difficult..."
Immediately afterwards, it is unknown what kind of power the corrupted March 7th unleashed.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through Little Gray's head. She hurriedly reached up to cover her forehead and was instantly plunged into a torrent of memories.
"Shut up! The first group photo after everyone wakes up is mine!"
"No, with us here, that kind of ending will never happen—"
When Little Grey heard March 7's voice, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was March 7's silly big face, which was almost touching his own.
Standing beside him was Dan Heng, who looked both helpless and indulgent.
The next scene shifts to the cozy room of the Starry Sky Train.
She and March 7th stood side by side, smiling with their eyes half-closed, waiting for Danheng to take a precious photo of them together.
Another scene is frozen on the icy plains of Beloborg.
Everyone saw that Little Gray Hair was stabbed in the chest by Cocolia, but not only did he not die, he also gained the recognition of the Flame Spear and the will of the City Builder.
The image of her cheering and jumping for joy on March 7th is clearly imprinted in my mind.
"—Now I am a demon!"
"That man in the statue is Danheng's brother!"
"Left Green Dragon, Right White Tiger, eat less carbohydrates!"
There was also the silly thing they blurted out when they were investigating the Rakshasa together in Luofu, Xianzhou, and on March 7th, when they were playing the Rakshasa in a funny way.
When they saw the Dragon Lord statue together, they thought the Dragon Lord and Dan Heng looked alike and jokingly called them the Dan Heng brothers, a silly and cute thing to say.
And on March 7th, she became Yunli and Yanqing's apprentices, wearing an ancient-style dress given to her by her master.
The image shows a charming young woman on a fairy boat, diligently practicing swordsmanship with two swords in hand.
"—She calls me 'cute lady'!"
"Make me a senior member!"
Even if the future is full of pain, we will never run away!
And at Pinocchio, when the receptionist gently praised her for being cute, she was so happy she almost jumped up on the spot.
And the heartwarming scene of them waking up from the dream woven by God on Sunday, fighting side by side, and relying on each other.
These warm and vivid images kept impacting Little Gray's mind.
It allowed her to fully relive every moment she spent with March 7th.
"Hey! I'll give you two good punches, see if you can get back up then!"
At the end of the scene, March 7th suddenly moved close to Little Gray Fur, wrinkled his nose and pretended to be angry, as if he was about to lightly tap her forehead with his fist.
These scenes are still vivid in my mind, as if they happened just yesterday.
Looking at these memories, Little Gray was deeply moved, and his nose tingled slightly.
She was startled to realize that she hadn't seen a real March 7th for a very, very long time.
Having spent so much time in Onphalos, I wonder how March 7th is going for people outside.
Is the person in front of you real, or a false illusion?
The corrupted March 7th before them was formed after Little Grey had fully absorbed all these familiar memories.
Without offering any further explanation, he simply asked in a soft voice:
"It's all so vivid in my memory, isn't it?"
After saying that, the corrupted March 7th slowly extended his palm toward Little Gray Hair.
A blazing, flickering flame slowly emerged in her fair palm.
The unique circular pattern on the flame is the flame of the Necromancer Titan!
The corrupted March 7th before them had a body that looked as if it had been sculpted from exquisite glass.
The lower body began to turn into shimmering fragments, gradually disintegrating and fading away.
She held out her hand gently, steadily handing the scalding flame to the little gray-haired boy.
The voice remained gentle and moving, without the slightest ripple:
"I don't want to deceive you. Therefore, I will not use the name 'her'."
"March in Onpharos, a time belonging to the Veil of Eternal Night... For now, let me be known as the Long Night Moon, and place me in your memories. ♭"
As the little gray-haired boy watched her gradually shatter and disappear, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Long Night Moon...who exactly are you?"
Chang Yeyue's tone was incredibly patient, with a hint of barely perceptible doting:
"I'd like to explain more to you, but not now. We can have a lot of private time, but Onphalus doesn't."
"If you cannot stop 'intellectualization' and 'destruction,' your cherished journey will face the prelude to destruction—not in the Amber Era, but in a countdown measured in days, minutes, and seconds."
"So, take this gift..."
"A burning spark, a footnote to a transaction. It carries expectations... and the warmth of the whole world."
"Ripples of the Past"—she hid this flame within the long river of time, hoping her wishes could transcend time and reach you in the future.
"Now, take it back, my dear companion. Return to Onpharos and reverse the final 'Rebirth'..."
"To witness that era when we stood for the 'Savior,' and in the fleeting, long eon, to never succumb to the struggle against the fate of 'destruction'..."
"Then, let us use this flame blessed by 'memory' to respond to their expectations and forge a future."
"And I will quietly watch from a corner of time, waiting for the next encounter to arrive..."
"I believe it won't take long."
After saying this, Changyeyue's figure completely turned into specks of light and disappeared in front of Little Gray Fur.
Only that scorching ember remained, silently suspended in mid-air, radiating a warm light.
Little Gray gently rubbed his still aching head.
The events happened so suddenly and abruptly that she was completely bewildered and couldn't understand the cause and effect at all.
"Star...forward...let's continue the 'exploration'..."
"For Onphalus, for you, and for the 'March 7th' in your memory..."
"Go forward ♭"
Just as Little Gray was confused and hesitant,
The familiar and gentle voice of Chang Yeyue echoed in the air once more, like a whisper surrounding her ears.
As the sound rang out, a faintly glowing, illusory portal slowly appeared in front of Little Gray Fur.
Little Gray Fur suddenly shuddered, his spirits instantly lifted!
She could clearly sense that behind the gate of light was Onpharos, the place she had been longing for!
Little Gray Fur clenched his fist tightly, gripping the blazing Titan Flame firmly.
This spark is the most crucial element for initiating the rebirth of the world.
She believes that it is either the Golden Clan or the Laigushi.
No matter how fiercely or frantically the two sides fight, what they ultimately want to fight for is this crucial spark.
Changyeyue handed over the fire to her without reservation and even helped her escape from "outside the mythology".
Little Gray Fur vaguely felt that the March 7th in front of him, now in a dark form, must have an inseparable relationship with the March 7th he knew.
Without further hesitation, she nodded firmly and said with a resolute look in her eyes:
"I believe in March, even if she has changed."
After saying that, Little Gray Hair composed himself, his expression serious and resolute, and strode towards the portal of light in front of him.
(End of chapter)