Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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Because Xiangzi extended his rest time and stayed in the capital for a longer period, and since it was impossible for everyone to truly relax and rest under the heavy pressure of the apocalypse, most people actually went out to do something, even though it was called a rest.

I'll help as much as I can.

Chu Hua came to the front lines with this idea in mind.

"I saw it."

She folded her wings and let gravity pull her down.

Then, he plunged headlong into the tide of monsters.

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thump--

Xiangzi buried her head in the basin of water, letting the cold water stimulate her skin. Bubbling for several seconds before she lifted her head and wiped her face clean with a towel.

She looked at her clean, fair face in the mirror, without a single dark circle under her eyes, and gave a fairly satisfied smile.

After a full night's sleep and half a day's rest, I feel much better.

but......

Xiangzi looked out the window and saw the towering city walls bathed in the golden morning light in the distance, and the dense crowds on the walls.

"I still can't calm down."

She pursed her lips, hung the towel on the hook, and walked out of the bathroom.

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Deng stood on the city wall, looking at the people coming and going in a daze, clenching her little hands helplessly.

She wanted to help, but found that she couldn't get involved at all.

So she walked for a while on the city wall, where there was almost nowhere to step, before she had to come down. Avoiding the soldiers who were preparing to change shifts to the front lines, Deng carefully observed their expressions.

Everyone looks so tired.

Walking to the foot of the city wall, there was a whole row of logistics and rest areas at the base of the wall. Every now and then, injured people were carried down from the city wall. Most of the people gathered here looked dusty and lifeless.

The overwhelming pressure of the apocalypse left everyone breathless.

"Hmm... is there anything I can do?"

Deng looked around and found a slightly less crowded open space. The open space was near the rest area and the wounded soldiers' camp, and both areas could see it directly.

She suddenly had an idea.

The little girl found two apple crates, carried them to the middle of the open space, stacked them together, and then stepped on them.

This is a perfect spot; everyone can hear it.

The lamp took a deep breath.

For whom does the storm weep? Her tears soak our skin.

"Here, like this, and then like that." The White Queen, while busy with her own work, also took the time to instruct the tobacco workers.

"Oh, I see." Tobacco suddenly realized.

"Is this alright for me?" came Mu Ping's calm voice from above.

The White Queen raised her head and looked at the girl standing amidst a pile of silk threads, seemingly floating in mid-air. Mu was in charge of the high-level carving work; she was well-suited for this kind of delicate work.

"No problem, perfect." The White Queen gave a thumbs-up to her head, then continued working diligently. "You can go and rest in half an hour."

"And what about you?" Tobacco asked.

"I'll continue, or we'll be late."

"Thanks a lot."

"Fortunately."

Why work so hard?

"Do you need any other reason for the sake of your family?"

“But it feels like you’re doing more than just for your family,” Tobacco said. “It feels like… it’s also like, atonement.”

"..."

The White Queen paused briefly, then continued.

"Maybe so. I know what I did," she said calmly. "The fact that I am a sinner will never change."

Our time together is gone forever, and our souls have been tainted by sin.

The memories of the past carry the weight of the future, causing a dull ache in my heart.

The night wind blew Lixi's long hair. She tucked it behind her ears, revealing her neck and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye. Then she continued to lean on the railing, looking at the small square lit up with lights in the distance.

In that open space, a girl with short gray hair was standing on top of two stacks of apple crates, singing a song. Another girl with white hair was accompanying her with a wooden guitar.

The melodious singing drifted into Lixi's ears on the wind.

"Li Xi." Another voice sounded from behind.

"Hmm?" Li Xi turned around and looked at the person who made the sound.

“You’re staying too, aren’t you?” Hailing said.

“Yes.” Lixi nodded. “Are you going to stop me? Just like you did at the top of the statue before.”

“You weren’t ready before,” Hailing said, arms crossed. “You definitely wouldn’t have been able to do it back then.”

“I know,” Li Xi sighed. “I’ve always had a bad temper, low emotional intelligence, and hurtful words. I’m always the bad cop, always the most annoying one, and always jealous of people who are better than me…”

Lixi drew his weapon and turned to face Hailing.

The two figures were shrouded in the night, and the singing in the distance only made the roof of the small building seem unusually quiet.

Huhu——

Another gust of wind blew by.

As Hailing listened to Lixi's monologue, she silently drew the two swords from her waist.

"But even so, I don't want to admit defeat."

She took a breath and planted the Fengyan Sword in front of her.

"Xiangzi can climb out of hell again, Deng has changed himself, and even that newbie can become so excellent. How can I lose to them?"

Li Xi tied her hair into a cool high ponytail and gripped the hilt of the Fengyan Sword.

The flames ignited on the sword, but instead of turning into a raging inferno, they gently clung to the blade, concealing themselves.

"I don't want to lose to anyone, including you, Hailing."

Stand tall, my friend.

May all the darkness lost in your heart be restored to light.

"Hey hey hey! Seriously, boss? Why do I have to help you move so much stuff? Aren't there people specifically for moving things?"

Miaomeng, carrying a large basket of explosives and firearms, followed Xiangzi up the city wall with a bouncy gait.

“Actually, I could go up to the city wall and recreate it.” Xiangzi shrugged. “What can this little bit of ammunition do? It’s just for a demonstration.”

"Then why do you still make me carry you?!"

"I don't know." Xiangzi turned around with a gentle smile, his fingertips touching and relaxed in front of his abdomen. "But don't you feel a little nostalgic for this kind of communication?"

"Nostalgic my foot!"

Originally, Xiangzi was afraid that breaking through the barrier's restrictions and using the re-enactment would cause the barrier to reject it. However, now that the whole world is rejecting it, she is not so afraid anymore. She boldly re-enacted the weapon with modern firepower and presented it to the general as a demonstration.

Watching the soldiers at the front successfully drop and detonate the explosives she had recreated, blasting away a large number of monsters, and seeing the simple machine gun turrets replacing the bows and arrows for anti-aircraft tasks, Xiangzi patted the general's armor.

“With these, your stress will be reduced a little,” she said.

"Thank you," the general's deep voice came from under his helmet. "But I still want to ask, why did you help us? Her Majesty the Queen said you don't belong to this world."

The "Empress" he was referring to was the White Queen. Now that the Regent had died and Xiao Su Shi had disappeared, she had reappeared before the public as the Twelfth Red Queen, temporarily taking over the leadership.

Initially, she didn't want to sit on the throne again, which is why she hid when she first landed and sent Xiangzi to see the general. However, the people of the empire needed a spiritual anchor, and she could just happen to be that anchor.

More importantly, the light gave her hope.

The hope that this world can continue to exist.

So the woman returned to the throne that was rightfully hers.

Xiangzi put one hand on his hip and waved.

"It's just a little effort."

She turned her head, her gaze drifting from the city wall to the square below, where many people had gathered.

"Perhaps we should also thank the person who gave you encouragement."

After all, if it weren't for her, Xiangzi would have given up long ago.

Stumbling and falling, experiencing many ups and downs, we search for redemption.

I don't know when it started, but a large crowd began to gather in the rest area and the square in front of the wounded soldiers' camp. It wasn't just soldiers coming down from the front lines; many residents protected in the rear also gathered here, trying their best not to disrupt the operation of the front lines.

The open spaces around the square and the rooftops of nearby buildings were filled with people.

A gray-haired girl sang to the accompaniment of an acoustic guitar.

"Stand tall, my friend! May all the darkness lost in your hearts be restored to light!"

At first, no one noticed the unassuming singing.

But she remained standing there, continuing to sing, her light, airy voice drifting on the wind.

Until one day, the weary people heard that heart-stirring song. They looked up and gazed at the source of the sound; the girl's figure, along with the melody, was forever etched into their minds.

Gradually, people began to emerge from the rest area, stand near her, and listen to the calming singing.

The exhaustion seemed to be washed away somewhat by the song.

Gradually, more and more people gathered around, and three musicians with different instruments appeared beside the girl. They sang one song after another, some uplifting, some reassuring, and some reminding people of what they cherished. The songs played from morning to night, and then resounded again at dawn the next day.

In the past few days, casualties have decreased, the front lines have become more stable, and the morale in the rear is slowly becoming more hopeful.

It's as if everything will slowly get better.

We pray for the fallen souls and those who escaped death; may we always be with you.

Perhaps this immortal promise can be transformed into a song that will last forever.

The song drifted through the sky along with the ancient wind.

Please don't forget us, our compatriots who have long since passed away.

It drifts across the sky, over people in other worlds who are still holding on to their homes, over survivors hiding in tree hollows, and into the hearts of all those who are still bravely living on in this world that is about to be crushed by the apocalypse.

Even if our souls drift away with the wind, we will still live on in this world.

It drifted by, second by second, until finally it drifted back to where it was born.

“Stand tall, my friend~ The eternal wind blows across the earth, and we soar high, never to disappear.”

The music stopped as the song ended, and deafening applause erupted around them.

The lamp opened its eyes and looked at everyone in front of it.

Today is Xiangzi's last day staying within the barrier, with nine hours remaining before the typhoon makes landfall.

The Lost Tale: The Lost Child: Chapter 430 Memories of the Golden Age (Part 3)

The time for parting is fast approaching, and all the necessary preparations have been made.

Xiangzi stood before the completely transformed Rainbow Bridge gate, a slight look of surprise on his face. The intricate carvings on the original Rainbow Bridge gate were actually part of a magic array, the patterns of which were hidden by the delicate carvings, making the entire gate look more like a fine work of art.

However, after the White Queen's modifications, the Rainbow Bridge now looks much simpler. Four days of intensive work overtime removed most of the unnecessary and ineffective decorations, and the patterns on the magic circle itself were rewritten to suit the White Queen's requirements.

To put it simply, Xiangzi felt that the current Rainbow Bridge Gate was more like a portal to some mysterious and ancient alien creature in a science fiction movie—the kind of portal from the 1970s and 80s, when there were no CGI effects and the scenes and effects could only be created with props.

It's round, like a pizza.

"How could it be like this?" Xiangzi asked in surprise.