Captain – Chapter 745 – Right and Wrong ( Part Four)

Roy was waiting for this strike.

Back on the Drowned Captain, when the wind and snow battle with her father approached its end, time seemed to flow backward, and she went before the devil from twenty years past.

In that stormy night, she stepped into events that had not yet occurred, finding an impossible path.

That was the visible future that would end the devil.

And at this very moment, Edward was raising his blade to strike, his movements and the surrounding desperate wind, snow, and lightning that swept toward them exactly like what she had encountered before!

The scene before her eyes seemed to overlap with the images in her memory, no longer distinguishable between you and me.

So amid the bitter blizzard, under the pale lightning, she broke through the remaining snow, avoided the electric serpents, and pressed forward against the great power and curved blade, delivering that stunning strike.

That strike, ordained by fate after seeking countless paths.

And then…

“Clang!”

Sparks flew as both curved blades simultaneously left their wielders’ hands, flying away either reluctantly or following the momentum.

It was at this moment that the devil revealed a weakness and retreated half a step, his front completely exposed, while his eyes, brilliant as the sun, showed bewilderment for the first time.

Because this strike had transcended so-called miracles, invisible without exhausting time and fate.

And it would completely end his history.

Under the impact of this intense emotion, amid the external assault he could no longer resist, the boundless snowy plain that seemed like the real world shattered into countless pieces with a thunderous crash and faded away.

True thunder and wind and rain fell once more.

Because he had retreated half a step before that strike amid the domain’s collapse, the devil’s back was against the throne, and under the pressure of the black blade stabbing toward him, he fell back into his seat.

Intending to delay one final moment.

Before him was Roy, carrying crackling lightning and deep night like a fierce tiger leaping close, gripping the black blade in reverse to stab straight at his heart, as if the muffled sound could be heard in the next moment.

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The muffled sound of the dagger entering flesh and piercing the heart.

Time seemed to freeze.

But in this crucial moment, no one noticed that the mist that had been swirling around the island’s shores had completely dispersed, the glass fragments suspended in mid-air were gone, and that starry sky was so bright.

Clear, brilliant starlight that even black clouds, even the deepest night could not obscure.

Most importantly, what should have received the most attention but was now ignored by everyone…

That trace of faint light had descended.

Like fingers made of starlight, gently and softly touching the devil’s brow.

So time flowed again and wind and rain resumed, but no clamor or battle could disturb him anymore, because the faint light suddenly blazed bright as if the sea of stars had come to the mortal world.

Facing the starry sky, blazing lightning died away and night suddenly scattered as the young woman holding the black blade swiftly retreated.

Retreating again and again, because the starlight was spreading, then completely occupied the area before the throne.

What followed was the devil’s laughter, the laugh of escaping death and achieving his heart’s desire. In this moment, even the wind and rain shrouding this place seemed much gentler.

As if in celebration and comfort.

But standing in the gentle rain, still gripping the black blade tightly in one hand yet with both hands hanging at her sides, Roy could only stare in stunned silence at this scene, feeling how cold they were.

How heartless and hypocritical.

To bless one who had used every despicable means, who had exploited and buried countless people to sit upon the divine throne—an utterly vile being—was this not hypocritical enough?

This world… what was wrong with it? Why did you come just when he was about to die?

How was this fair?

Listening to her ancestor’s uncontrolled laughter, feeling the night and thunder quietly retreating, thinking of the people waiting outside the island who placed their hopes in her, the young woman lowered her head, looking through her scattered hair at the ground reflecting starlight, weariness growing in her eyes.

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Random worldly affairs were always like this, always loved playing jokes, making people both tired and irritated.

So annoying. Was I really the one who was wrong?

Roy thought silently. Everything had come to this, seemingly impossible to reverse anymore. Even the starry sky and the other shore stood on the devil’s side—what else could be changed?

But the young woman was never one to resign herself.

In just a moment, she understood—she wasn’t wrong, and neither was the other shore, because that magnificent and great starry sky held no worldly concepts of good and evil.

Truly speaking, it was merely an observer, only responsible for watching and bestowing crowns, regardless of whether the one being crowned was good or evil, hero or devil.

How carefree indeed.

With this thought, Roy swept away her bewildered dejection, gripped the black blade tightly again and raised her head, her burning dark gold pupils showing hidden ferocity and barely restrained madness.

She moved forward again, walking toward the throne.

Facing the irresistible repulsive force of the starlight, amid the warnings that unwritten yet truly echoed in her ears from that carefree, irresponsible world, she continued forward without cease.

Finally, after stepping several meters into the starlight, the young woman encountered a cold, solid wall.

Also composed of starlight, symbolizing that world’s limit of tolerance and concession toward her.

Was this the privilege of being born a “newborn”?

Extending her hand that wasn’t holding the blade, pressing it against that wall of unknown thickness that felt like ice, the young woman silently complained while recalling the warning she had heard earlier.

Whether those wordless words or this wall, both were stating one fact.

That she wasn’t qualified yet.

Like a young child who could touch the door but lacked the strength to push it open—but this also meant that once she “grew up,” the door would open for her.

So go back, wait a little longer. When you “grow up,” I will naturally come to receive you.

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This was the “intention” of that trace of faint light.

But Roy had no patience to wait, nor could she wait anymore, because the devil was ascending to godhood. Once the starlight dispersed, this world would face true disaster.

She wouldn’t allow it, and couldn’t let the sacrifices of countless people over millennia all be in vain.

So… she would try to seize it.

Seize that faint light, or stab the black blade into his heart before his divine status was forged.

Regardless of whether doing so would cost her emotions, memories, or life—she could no longer care.

Only this way could their world, at least the people she loved, survive.

Survive well.

Thinking this, the young woman slowly closed her eyes.

Those sun-like pupils were thus concealed, but the divine blood and great power within her body began flowing more fiercely, gradually about to transcend her limits.

“Are you insane?”

Just as Roy raised her foot to move forward into the starlight, the devil’s laughter from the depths gradually lowered and disappeared, replaced by long silence.

Only now, only after guessing what she intended to do, did that person ask quietly.

The young woman didn’t respond, because she didn’t want to.

Also because she couldn’t at this moment—she was enduring, madly guiding her bloodline and great power to flow beyond capacity, gradually about to exceed rules and break through boundaries.

But in this world, there were no miracles without cause—everything had already marked its price.

So for Roy to break through the barrier, to gain the other shore’s recognition and compete for that trace of light, what price did she need to pay? What kind of price could master fate?

Master her own fate and that of the present world.

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“Crackle…”

In the silence, a soft sound was suddenly born.

Light, yet so clear and familiar, because it was the sound of fire igniting.

The death song of life’s end.

The hero’s song.

Years ago on the ice sea, to save her who had fallen into the abyss, First Mate Isaac had ignited the pyre, burning all of himself and the devil’s conspiracy.

Now, to save the present world and her loved ones, to pursue that elder’s vision, the young woman had also lit the fire, also without a moment’s hesitation.

That firelight was blazing and bright, yet so gentle.

“Roaring…”

The flames burned gently, gradually spreading from her heart, enveloping the young woman’s entire body, and when it flowed along her arm to meet the cold solid wall…

Roy’s hand, also within the fire, actually passed through it, gently sinking in!

Like pushing through water, parting gentle waves.

“You will die, child.”

The devil’s soft words reached her ears, quite ethereal, yet no longer carrying much coldness.

Guided by the flames, the young woman finally crossed the solid wall, walking step by step toward the depths of the sea of stars. Whether the fire or the slender figure gradually disappeared from view.

Leaving only weak, weary, yet still stubborn faint words.

“But I don’t care, ancestor.”