Chapter 281

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Chapter 281: Weak Power, What’s the Verdict?

Bai Wei had just logged in when he was hit by a barrage of sword rain.

Unfortunately, the opponent turned out to be Yun Chuyou.

The psychological shadow didn’t awaken, but instead, her anger meter instantly filled up.

This woman…

Thinking of the scenes Yun Wuxin had seen in her Heart Illusion, she felt a heavy weight, as if Avi’s steadiness was becoming overwhelming.

I, um, I’m really getting a little angry.

"Mr. Devil?"

Michelle whispered instinctively, filled with surprise, joy, and a hint of bewilderment.

Suddenly, she heard a comforting familiar voice that distracted her.

Swordlight showered down.

Michelle instinctively closed her eyes, thinking to herself, "I’m going to die. It would be really gruesome to be pierced by countless swords."

In the next moment, a golden light began to circulate. Her arm lifted involuntarily, fingers curling into a fist before rotating. The power flowing wildly within the Golden Engraving was guided, as the golden lines traced an arc, forming the outline of a spell circle. It acted as a barrier, isolating the sword energy outside. Taking on a circular shape, it appeared to be embedded into the ground like a fortress wall.

Michelle sensed that the Golden Engraving was undergoing a transformation. The reason it was called an engraving was because it could be constantly improved, amplified, and strengthened, much like a written program that is always being perfected. At this moment, she was being shown the second variation of the Golden Engraving, known as the Golden City Shield.

Michelle breathed a sigh of relief as she landed safely. The first thing that came to her mind was a question she asked within her heart, "Mr. Devil, didn’t you say you wouldn’t be online these couple of days?"

Bai Wei said, "Now, it has been two days."

Here, as the night falls, it signifies the dawning of another day.

Michelle grumbled, "Is it really necessary to be so concerned about the exact time? Just come earlier, you know!"

Bai Wei complained, "If I don’t work hard and end up being overpowered by the other party, should I blame myself for being a step late?" Bai Wei grumbled, "Little girl, you’re being conceited."

"Absolutely not… I won a game earlier, very decisively," Michelle thought. "Mr. Devil should have come to watch earlier and missed out on my handsome side. It’s always embarrassing to be caught at the wrong moment."

"I’m used to it," Bai Wei said. "Winning is all the same, but losing is where the true brilliance lies. Focus on the defeats, not the victories."

"Such nonsense," Michelle asked, "You’re not doing this on purpose, are you?"

"I haven’t reached that point yet. But why would Yun Chuyou be your opponent?" Bai Wei wondered.

"Because of some rather complex reasons," Michelle revealed two key words, "the Golden Engraving and the Blood Noble…"

"Understood," Bai Wei also noticed Sasha in the audience, momentarily speechless, sighed, "It’s not surprising, after all, she knows nothing. It’s normal for her to hate the holders of the Golden Engraving."

"What do you not know?"

"Don’t ask about it, think about how to get through it," Bai Wei said, "Stay focused, don’t let others notice you zoning out."

I just need to hold on for one more minute and then I can surrender," Michelle pretended to be very serious and focused as she resisted the rain of swords. Deep inside, her heart had already raised the white flag, just like France behind the Maginot Line.

Bai Wei, "…"

"I don’t want to trigger the Death Forbidden Holy Domain, and getting killed like this would be so ugly. If my clothes are ruined, that’s one thing, but being cut into pieces, everyone would be able to see everything inside my body. They would examine it closely, over and over again," Michelle’s scalp tingled as she thought about it.

"I don’t think it’s possible," Bai Wei suddenly said.

"What?"

"You can’t surrender," Bai Wei said, "You have to defeat her."

Michelle stood still, her expression showing a hint of surprise. In the next moment, she furrowed her brows and let out a cry in her heart, "Mr. Devil, what are you saying? This cannot be won, absolutely cannot be won! Her attacks can instantly defeat anyone!"

"That’s all right then," Bai Wei said, lacking empathy. "In any case, make her fall flat, preferably leaving a lasting psychological shadow!"

The little hamster had a determined expression, making many spectators unable to resist cheering for her. However, deep inside, she silently shed tears and wondered, "Are you a devil?"

"Yes," Bai Wei said, seizing the moment. "Today is the perfect opportunity, and there is no better stage than now. There is no way I can surrender; it simply doesn’t exist."

"If I had another half year…"

"Half a year passed, and both Bai Wei and Michelle were making progress. Moreover, Michelle wouldn’t stay in Europa for long, so there couldn’t have been a better opportunity than now," Bai Wei remarked coldly. "Miss Michelle, the time has come for you to pay the price on my behalf."

Michelle, "…"

She softly whispered, "Then I shall offer my body to Mr. Devil, just like the first time. I will surrender myself to you, and you may use me however you please."

No matter how reckless you may be, that’s what girls always say, how can a man keep control?"

"You really can," he said with a smile.

Because some people prefer to be passive.

Bai Wei said, "It may sound easy, but taking over your body comes with certain limitations. I cannot fully exert my power, and Yun Chuyou is an opponent who must be surpassed in order to win."

"Should we try summoning a heroic spirit?" Michelle suggested.

"No, it’s not possible. We don’t have enough time, and we lack the necessary means," Bai Wei said. "Besides, the Blood Noble is still watching us. Summoning a remnant from the past dynasty at this moment, are you planning to spend the rest of your life in prison?"

This was not possible, that was not possible.

Bai Wei asked, "Are you going to fight or not?"

Michelle blushed with embarrassment. "You want me to fight? But how am I supposed to do that?" she exclaimed.

Cannot win, cannot be won.

The thought of "Yun Chuyou, unbeatable" lingered in her mind. She refused to retaliate, fearing that if she tried her hardest to catch up, she would still end up losing miserably.

Bai Wei said calmly, "You are already standing on the arena, do you want to be an ostrich?"

Michelle remained silent. She was no longer an ostrich; that was in the past. She had broken through the shell not long ago, and could never go back to being a simple ostrich egg. Success and failure both held significant meaning for her now.

She couldn’t explain her conflicting feelings clearly. It was actually a simple and straightforward matter; all she needed to do was agree. However, there was always a rusty iron plate wedged in her heart, making her unwilling to simply obediently comply.

"I am not an ostrich, I just feel like I can’t win…"

"I said you can win, and you won."

"I don’t want to believe Mr. Devil’s words right now, you are tricking me."

Bai Wei wondered, "When have I ever deceived you?"

She didn’t want to answer, "Even if I surrender, can I still get the seed of the golden tree? Isn’t that enough?"

"It has nothing to do with the seeds now."

"What is it related to then?" Michelle asked.

"…" Mr. Devil chose to remain silent.

"You’re like this again," the girl couldn’t hide her expression well, her features showing a suppressed look. The flames in her chest burned fiercely, and hot flames dripped from her teeth. "Every time it’s like this, Mr. Devil never says anything. He just keeps asking me to do this and that, but I don’t know anything. I don’t understand you at all, your thoughts, your past, what you want to do!"

She bit her lip, unable to suppress the cry in her heart, "How can I believe you and what you’re saying like this?"

"Even if Mr. Devil explains to me, even if it’s a lie instead of saying ‘it’s for my own good’, I would still agree."

Suddenly, she felt sad and said, "I am not just a tool, I am a person. Why can’t you take care of my feelings? Why won’t you even say a half-hearted explanation?"

She isn’t a doll in the hands of adults. She should have the right to know and choose. Standing on the stage is her own decision. The reason she wants to do something for the other person as a gesture of gratitude is because she wants to be respected as a person, not ignored or kept in the dark.

Bai Wei’s inner anger extinguished. He fell silent, wore a bitter smile, and reflected upon his actions.

He had just been somewhat… no, extremely disrespectful. He had regarded Michelle as nothing more than a tool, completely ignoring her personal feelings.

If it were someone close to them, like Yagyū Simozi, Jingūji, Sakurai Shiru, Hokusinn, or even Xue Hanlei, Yamada… they wouldn’t say such things.

It wasn’t arrogance, but rather a habit. Standing in the role of a guide, but due to the bond formed, they unconsciously empathized, acted on their own, and lost their balance of mind.

This isn’t his alternate account, but Michelle, a living person who is a witch and a Dragonborn, as well as a beautiful young girl.

"I… apologize to you," said Bai Wei. He was a great husband who could easily take things in stride; he believed that being stubborn was the most useless thing in the world.

Michelle could hear the change in tone in the voice by her ear. After the anger subsided, she recognized the familiar Mr. Devil – calm, composed, humorous, and carefree.

Mr. Devil apologized…

She blinked in surprise and said, "Um, it’s okay…you don’t need to apologize. Oh, sorry, I might have raised my voice earlier…"

She struggled to find the right words for a moment before asking again, "So, why did he want to win against her?"

"The Devil and the Fairy often didn’t see eye to eye, to be more precise."

Bai Wei chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "I just wanted to seek revenge on her, that’s all."

Michelle understood, and she smiled softly, saying, "So that’s how it is… So that’s how it is…"

She didn’t mind at all whether this reason was dark or not, as long as she had this statement, it was enough.

It was enough to make her clench her fists, stand tall with a fiery determination, and, most importantly, emerge victorious.

The dragon maiden confronted the fairy, tilting her chin and giving a slight smirk, saying, "Have you not eaten yet?"