"Ge Rosell!"
Frunziar, who was closest to the giant, ran forward and held onto Ge Rosell. Then, he released his grip bit by bit and slowly stood up straight, as though he had just had a confusing dream.
Siatas broke free from Mobet's support and ignored the pain in her body. With the help of the wind, she quickly ran to Ge Rosell's side.
She bent down and carefully observed for a moment before pushing him and shouting at the top of her lungs, "Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!
"We should leave!"
Her voice gradually weakened and slowly turned silent.
Mobet stood by the side and saw the giant's body sway as he found it difficult to maintain his balance. Finally, he plopped to the ground.
He fell silent for a few seconds before slowly exhaling.
At this moment, Anderson and Edwina had already run to the frozen ascetic, Snowman. One used flames, while the other simulated holy light to help him quickly thaw. Only Klein came to Ge Rosell's side as he was nearby.
His Spirit Body Threads vision told him that Ge was already dead. Only his spirit remained, but it was also beginning to dissipate. This prevented his Damage Transfer ability from being of any use.
From the moment he burned the light of dawn and entangled the frost dragon for the second time, Ge Rosell should've been prepared to die … Klein fell silent.
Mobet glanced at him and smiled bitterly.
"To be frank, I haven't seen many giants. Most of my impressions come from books, teachers, and parents. I've always believed that this race is cruel and violent, closer to monsters than intelligent creatures. However, Ge Rosell isn't like that. He's frank, honest, and optimistic. Although he looks a little silly, he knows better than anyone what's right and wrong.
"He told me that this is because he's not one of the most ancient giants. He's not even the second or third generation … The cruel, violent, and crazy giants also have the instinct to mate. They will give birth to descendants, and from time to time, there will be more rational types among the descendants. These descendants will reproduce, allowing the entire race of giants to break away from the category of monsters.
"Heh, I don't know if I should believe him, but his existence proves a possibility …"
As Mobet spoke, he suddenly paused, as though he had sunk into the past.
At that moment, Edwina and Anderson helped the clearly stiff Snowman over. The ascetic struggled to walk to Rosell's side.
Looking at the closed vertical eye, Snowman drew a symbol that resembled a cross on his chest. He half-closed his eyes and prayed softly.
"Father of all things, great source, there is an honest and pure spirit here … May he enter your kingdom and receive eternal salvation …"
Siatas opened her mouth as though she wanted to say that Rosell believed in the Giant King, Aurmir, but she ultimately didn't say a word. She silently watched Snowman complete his prayer.
"We need to get out of here as soon as possible. No one knows how long that door will last!" The elven songster looked around. She appeared rather irritable due to her grief and pain.
She looked down at the giant again and added in a low voice,
"We can't let Rosell's spirit dissipate in this illusory World. We have to make him return to reality!"
"Alright." Mobet immediately agreed. Klein and company didn't have any objections.
Edwina turned her head and shouted at the snow-covered cave.
"Dhaniz, you can come out now."
At that moment, Siatas's eyes darted around as though she had thought of something. She turned her head to Klein.
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
"Yes." Klein took out the fountain pen and paper he carried with him. This was the professionalism of a Seer.
Siatas took it over and began writing. She didn't stop even after Dhaniz ran out of the cave.
Dhaniz remained silent. He seemed rather depressed, and he didn't show any obvious joy or excitement from leaving the World in the book.
Finally, Siatas stopped writing and returned the pen and paper to Klein.
"The formula you wanted."
Wasn't it only done after we leave? Klein mumbled silently in puzzlement as he received his fountain pen and the Ocean Songster potion formula.
As though sensing his puzzlement, Siatas turned her head and looked at Rosell on the ground.
She said in a deep voice, "We are now companions."
That's why she can directly give me the potion formula? Klein put away the items and nodded indiscernibly.
"I'll give you the wine cup after we leave."
Siatas didn't respond. She nudged Mobet.
"Carry Rosell."
Mobet looked down at his not-so-muscular body and his leather boots that had their tips pointed upwards. He smiled bitterly in exasperation and walked to one of Rosell's thighs.
Disciplinary Paladin Frunziar followed in silence as he bent down to hug the giant's left shoulder.
Anderson looked around and clicked his tongue.
"All of you are injured and weak. Let me do it."
He then hugged Rosell's other shoulder.
Just as Klein was about to head for the remaining thigh, Dhaniz had already rushed over and snatched the spot.
Upon seeing this, he stopped and watched Anderson and company lift Rosell and walk towards the illusory snow-covered door.
He, Edwina, and the staggering Siatas and Snowman followed silently by the side. They arrived at the exit manifested from the frost dragon Ulyssan's corpse.
At this moment, Klein surveyed the area and discovered that the King of the North's light blue blood had completely vanished as though it had never existed.
Indeed, it's a conjured monster that's almost real … Klein landed behind as he watched Edwina take a few steps forward, bend her back slightly, and press her palms on the door.
Then, this Vice Admiral Iceberg suddenly exerted strength and pushed open the snow-covered door.
Without a sound, everything everyone saw became illusory. Soon after, it became transparent and disappeared.
Rows of brownish-yellow bookshelves quickly appeared in front of them. The orange Sun outside the window had already fallen to the horizon. A table with pens, ink bottles, and paper appeared in front of them.
This was Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina's captain's cabin!
Klein and the others quickly turned their attention to the center of the table, where there was a book made of yellowish-brown parchment paper.
The pages of the book were flipped by an invisible wind, and when they reached the last page, Klein and the others saw the ending.
"With the help of the crazy adventurer and the powerful hunter, Rosell fulfilled his promise and led his teammates to kill the 'King of the North'. However, he also fell into eternal slumber in the Frost Kingdom."
"They didn't give us an ending … Siatas, where do you want to go next?" Mobet put down Rosell's thigh and turned his head to ask the Elvish Songster.
Siatas's eyes were lost for a few seconds before she firmly said, "That's right.
To search for my clansmen … "
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly saw Mobet's flaxen-colored hair rapidly turn white. She saw that his originally smooth face had obvious wrinkles.
In just a few seconds, Mobet had aged to the point of death in her eyes.
Siatas's heart tightened as she was about to pounce over, but she was surprised to realize that her legs had turned weak at some point in time.
With a plop, she fell to the ground and realized that the back of her hand was covered in spots that only an old man would have.
She instantly understood what was going on as the tears in her eyes flowed uncontrollably. She struggled with all her might in an attempt to crawl towards Mobet.
Mobet had similarly collapsed to the ground and was similarly squirming towards her as he extended his right palm.
Siatas extended her right palm and held the thin and shriveled hand.
They looked up with great difficulty, and their eyes reflected each other's present appearance.
The corners of their mouths curled up at the same time before weakly relaxing them. Their eyelids drooped down, blocking out the light.
Klein, Edwina, Anderson, and Dhaniz were unable to react in time to such a change, nor did they know what they could do. All they could do was watch helplessly as Rosell's corpse rapidly rotted away. His flesh and blood evaporated, leaving behind only his bones and Beyonder characteristics. They watched as Mobet, Siatas, Snowman, and Frunziar aged and died in just a few seconds before they stopped breathing, repeating everything that had happened to Rosell's corpse.
Their clothes either vanished or turned to dust. Their spirits dissipated at an extraordinary speed, and soon, they were gone.
"The one with the shortest time has already lived inside for more than 165 years …" Edwina muttered to herself as she turned to look at the skeleton that was looking out at the sea and the Sun.
This was none other than Disciplinary Paladin Frunziar. He sat on a chair and looked west, in the direction of Baekeland.
Snowman sat cross-legged by the side, his corpse maintaining a praying posture.
That's right. They've lived for centuries or even millennia in the book's World. From the rules of the outside World, they, who aren't even demigods, should've long died … I should've thought of this problem … Why wasn't I wary at all? Could it be … Klein suddenly recalled the influence that the World had on Mobet, Rosell, and company's minds. He vaguely made a judgment.
He looked down at the parchment book again, believing that there were many more secrets in it.
"This fellow is rather interesting. He died just like that …" Anderson looked at Mobet's corpse and curled his lips.
At that moment, all the Beyonder characteristics were slowly condensing, but Disciplinary Paladin Frunziar didn't produce anything of the sort. Edwina observed for a moment before calmly saying, "The potion he consumed was fake.
"The potion he took was fake, and so was the power he obtained, just like that Frost Dragon."
It's likely a manifestation of the World in the book. It's close to turning the fake into the real … Klein sighed silently, momentarily at a loss for words. All he could do was maintain his German Sparrow -style silence.
In the next ten minutes, no one spoke in the Golden Dream's captain's cabin until the four Beyonder characteristics took form.
One of them was the size of a fist, resembling a heart. It was covered in holes and shimmered with the light of dawn. Another was like a jellyfish, its transparent outer layer enveloping azure-blue seawater. At times, there would be whirlpools caused by winds, and at other times, there would be flashes of silver. There would also be faint melodious singing. One was a pure and shiny crystal that exuded a sense of holiness. Another was like a baby's palm. Its five tiny fingers were spread open, constantly changing the color of its skin depending on the environment.
"Sigh, we can't keep watching like this." Finally, Anderson broke the silence. "Let's split these Beyonder characteristics."
Just as Edwina's light-blue eyes were dyed with anger, the Hunter shrugged her shoulders and smiled bitterly.
"I believe this is also their wish. This is because we are companions who fought together."
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