“Human strength may be powerless to change a Titan’s thoughts, so as a human, I will first do what humans can do.” Gwyn responded to Nikador’s gaze with composure.
“Heh…
have you not given up on that unrealistic idea yet?” Nikador chuckled, his gaze towards Gwyn holding a bit more respect— Gwyn’s answer confirmed what he was actually trying to do— To have Hysilens pass the Hanging Blade Festival with absolute force and ascend to the throne of the Hanging Blade City, thereby causing the Hanging Blade City to operate as he envisioned, and ultimately achieving the goal of uniting a large population to fight against the Black Tide.
But is this possible?
Nikador had seen enough of different city-states going to war for various reasons; even sibling nations would go to war at the drop of a hat.
In his view, Gwyn’s vision could almost be called a pipe dream.
“Since it is the right thing to do, it should be done, rather than shrinking back because of difficulties.” Gwyn shook his head, looking calmly at Nikador.
“Even if it is completely impossible?” “Even if it is completely impossible.” “Heh…
Hahaha…” After a long moment of staring at each other, Nikador burst into laughter again, echoing throughout the magnificent temple.
At the same time, the temple doors slowly opened, and brilliant sunlight poured in from outside— “Then prove it to me!” Amidst Nikador’s laughter and the awe-struck gazes of the Hanging Blade people, Gwyn and Hysilens walked out of the temple to a newly arranged residence for them.
“You only slept a little while ago; go back to sleep.” Facing Hysilens, who was staring blankly at him, Gwyn suggested.
“And you?” Hysilens neither agreed nor refused, but instead asked Gwyn back.
Meeting Hysilens’s deep gaze, the words on Gwyn’s lips changed to— “I will watch you sleep.” “Okay.” Hysilens nodded, got into bed, and without even taking off her clothes, closed her eyes under Gwyn’s gaze, her breathing even and long.
Gwyn sat hunched at the table, watching Hysilens’s peaceful sleeping face, thinking about the path forward.
After Nikador’s guidance, Gwyn realized that the Golden Blood had indeed given him respectable stats, allowing him to endure the impact of the Black Tide until Hysilens could win; however, his stats were limited to just that.
He had almost failed against a group of grunts and had even been saddled with a permanent weakness debuff.
Moreover, it was foreseeable that his life this time would come to an end in the near future; he could not complete this cycle.
“According to Nikador, I am essentially locked in my current stats; even after recovery, I can only maintain the status quo.
But this kind of strength…
it seems I can only see if I can turn the Souls-like mode into Amphoreus Ambition.” “But before that…
I must first learn the training methods and combat techniques in Hanging Blade City.
Based on previous experience, the memories in Amphoreus are relatively clear; even if I can’t use them this time, I can take them back and use them directly, which solves the problem of having no teacher…
Let’s use these as the safety net for this simulation.” “As for the rest…
let’s take it one step at a time.
For now, I should consider things for her.” After a while, Gwyn sighed silently and made a decision.
It is well known that Amphoreus is a data world, rich in NPCs—first there was the NPC Castorice, and later the NPC Hysilens.
Of course, the above is just a joke.
The real reason is that Castorice, who simulates Equilibrium, has a primary motivation based on seeking stability, so all decisions are made on the principle of minimal disturbance.
And Hysilens, as an individual simulating Nihility, lacks internal motivation and will subconsciously avoid effective decision-making.
When in the sea, everyone would immerse themselves in Fagina’s feasts, so she joined in, but only by drinking the deep-sea honey could she enjoy that joy.
Fagina called upon her kin to fight the Black Tide, promising the feast of Sticoxia in return.
Hysilens followed in Fagina’s footsteps, inheriting and taking up this will, until she went ashore and saw Sticoxia turned into a land of the dead, and the people on the ground in endless strife.
Her past convictions collapsed, and she vainly pursued the memories of the past, seeking an endless feast.
It is not that she truly loved that endless feast, but rather that she had nowhere else to go.
It is the same with him; it is not that Hysilens fell in love with him at first sight, or that she had developed feelings so deep during the time since they met that they could rival a Titan, but rather that because of that promise, she regarded him as some kind of emotional anchor.
“The simplest solution is to copy Princess Keludela’s answer, give her the feast she desires, find an opportunity to let her join, and finally force her to make a critical decision with a ruthlessness she cannot accept.
But…
I do not have a lively Aglaea here to serve as the perfect key, and besides, that would be too cruel…” Watching Hysilens’s peaceful sleeping face, Gwyn’s thoughts drifted away, outlining plans in his mind that might promote her growth, and before he knew it, he drifted into sleep.
When Gwyn awoke from his dream, a faint fragrance drifted from beside him, refreshing his spirit—the scent mixed with the sea breeze, which he had smelled when Hysilens carried him on her back on the road.
“Are you awake?” Hysilens’s voice sounded before him.
Gwyn opened his eyes and met Hysilens’s peaceful gaze.
“Hmm, I was lost in thought and fell asleep.” Gwyn blinked, his gaze sweeping the room.
He realized he had somehow ended up on the bed, with Hysilens lying opposite him.
“Well, I saw you were asleep, so I carried you to the bed.” Hysilens pursed her lips after speaking, seemingly feeling it wasn’t enough, and added, “You are still injured; you need to rest more.” “Thank you, I will take care.” Gwyn nodded with a smile—regardless of whether Hysilens viewed him as some sort of sustenance or symbol, he could clearly feel the care coming from her.
This only strengthened his resolve: during the remaining time of this cycle, he would do his utmost to build a world suitable for Hysilens.
“Your injury…” Looking at Gwyn’s smile, Hysilens pursed her lips, hesitating whether to ask—Gwyn had promised to always stay by her side, but now, because of that night’s battle, he seemed unable to fulfill that promise.
Reason told Hysilens that she couldn’t blame him, and perhaps she should even blame herself for not paying more attention to Gwyn’s condition that night.
But the budding emotions in her heart made it difficult for her to accept that Gwyn would soon leave her, and for a moment, not knowing where to begin, her face flushed slightly.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”