Chapter 508

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Chapter 508: Lost Eyeballs

"Won, quite simple," Michelle said to the team leader.

The team leader sighed and said, "You should spar with her more."

"But she said she wants me to give it my all, and she seems really strong, and she also wants to find a chance to beat me up. I don’t want to get hit," Michelle honestly replied, "So I can only fight back."

The team leader said helplessly, "You’re right."

His suggestion was mainly to prepare for the college league. The stronger the performance at this time, the more likely it is to be analyzed and targeted.

No one is without weaknesses, and various competitions have proven this point. Some teams won the first round unbeaten, looking like emperors. However, in the second round, they immediately showed their true form and kept losing, even losing to wild cards.

Either their understanding of the strategy was wrong, or they were thoroughly analyzed. That’s all there is to it. While others hide their strengths, this team foolishly plays out all their big cards, throwing out kings and aces, only to get a momentary satisfaction at the start.

Once the whole world knows your strengths, it becomes easy to dismantle. Not to mention, when the college league starts, it’s all about the underlying strength of each academy. Besides Haoyue Academy, there are also tough rivals like the Truth Academy, the Hague Academy, etc. Haoyue’s foundation is unquestionable, while the Truth Academy is more cunning. They rely on astrology to predict the opponent’s strength, the environment, and even the weaknesses of the enemy. They specialize in the lower routes and even "selflessly" share strategies with other academies, making everyone sickened, but they have to reluctantly accept the potential strategies of the "seeded players" that might come next.

The teacher leading the group felt that Michelle would definitely have a difficult time in every round of the competition if things continued like this.

But Michelle seemed to not care, and he didn’t have much to say either. The emperor is not in a hurry, why should the eunuch be in a hurry.

Michelle left with her hands behind her back. Before the crowd caught up, she slipped away with the help of her senior sister. She planned to go directly back to the hotel, as there were some stone buildings just a few steps away in Rome where she could relax.

She arrived at a large square and was surprised to find that it was actually showing the competition from the arena on a big screen. She was the only one on the screen, with a camera replaying her moves over and over again, in slow motion, from different angles. The video transformed a few seconds into almost ninety seconds. Most of the people in the square were watching this scene, with their mouths open and expressing their surprise in a shocked way.

She felt a bit embarrassed, so she lowered her cap and wore a mask as she stood in line at a roadside stall, waiting.

Then, a pancake was handed to her, and she looked at it in surprise and saw an old woman with gray hair.

"This one’s on me, consider it a celebration for your victory."

…A wild, popular superstar appeared!

"Who is the wild one?" Arivia raised her eyebrows.

Michelle caught the pastry, took off her mask and took a bite. Then she followed the other person with small steps and asked, "Miss Arivia, why are you here?"

"Work," Arivia said. "It’s just a coincidence. I am filming a new TV drama."

"What what? Can you tell me about it?"

"The changing vase falls into the river of love."

"What a messy name."

"I think so too. With me joining the cast, many of the storylines have been changed and it has become ‘Miss Mischief Doll’."

"That sounds sweet as soon as you hear it!"

"It’s sweet indeed, except for the fact that this doll only has a lifespan of thirty days as its setting. Nothing too prickly about it."

Michelle choked, "…"

"Don’t worry, the doll will definitely die in the end, peacefully and according to the perfect setting."

"Don’t you worry, are you the devil?" Michelle covered her head. "Miss Arivia, why do you always have to act in tragic endings in TV dramas?"

She is a movie fan, and Arivia’s fans are spread all over the world, but these people are all miserable souls who have been emotionally affected by Arivia’s movies and TV dramas.

Countless people shed tears from being stabbed, crying and wailing, "It’s so good, I want to watch it again." While bowing to Arivia and the scriptwriter through the air, begging them not to stab anymore, their children have gone crazy from being stabbed.

Among them, the most painful mental trauma for Michelle came from a scene in the TV drama "April, I Will Eat Your Pancreas." The female lead died on the operating table, leaving behind the maliciously necrotic pancreas that was not cremated. The male lead was left alone to cook and eat the pancreas, perfectly matching the title of the TV drama. After this scene aired, it received mixed reviews rather than unanimously positive ones.

After all, it is a multi-racial country, and within the allies, some races praised it while others criticized it as desecrating a corpse… But because the TV drama was so popular, all kinds of animal pancreas were sold out within a week.

Arivia rested her cheek on her hand. "I am a tragedian. The core of comedy is tragedy, and that’s what really touches people’s hearts."

She smiled lightly and said, "Besides, I am also a person who has experienced tragedies, so I understand how painful they can be. That’s why I don’t like to seek a sense of relief in virtual reality. I would rather let them enjoy the pain of unrequited love. Why should everyone have a happy release?"

Does Miss Arivia really have such a terrible personality?

Michelle swallowed the pancake with a loud gulp and felt like she wanted some distance.

Arivia said, "Even though I came to see you on a whim, is there anything you want to tell me lately?"

"No," Michelle shook her head, shaking it firmly.

"Not just anyone can join the Black Rose. It would be best if you figured things out sooner for both of us," Arivia advised.

Michelle rested her chin in her hand, feeling absent-minded.

She wasn’t sure if Mr. Devil was connected to the Black Rose, but he was definitely related to the heroic spirit they were looking for.

Alena also indeed saw that heroic spirit in Broken Paradise.

But Mr. Devil didn’t want to talk about it, and she didn’t want to pry and risk losing their trust.

She was lucky to have met Mr. Devil, to understand each other and to be able to meet each other.

But she was also very unfortunate. They were separated by a great distance, and she couldn’t go to see him. She couldn’t get closer, she could only miss him and wait.

Meeting him once in the past would have been enough, but after meeting, her symptoms worsened. She longed even more for his touch, wanted to be touched.

She held onto a phone number that could only be dialed one-way, waiting for his message. She waited anxiously, afraid that he wouldn’t come, but also afraid of what he might do.

Arivia, who had a lot of experience, could tell at a glance, "Are you in love?"

"What?" Michelle was taken aback, then denied, "What are you talking about? I… I’m not…"

"How about it?"

"……(handsome)!" Michelle didn’t answer out loud.

"Indeed, it’s inevitable when you’re young. Black Rose doesn’t interfere in members’ personal affairs, but if your love interest is…," Arivia reminded, "then you have to be careful."

Michelle disregarded the deliberately paused riddle-like remark and asked, "Can I take another look at the previous Golden Eye?"

Arivia hesitated for a moment, but still opened the pendant. Michelle didn’t touch it recklessly, but instead looked at the golden pupils and started pondering.

"What did you remember?" Arivia pursued.

"I felt the gap," Michelle withdrew her gaze. "The Golden Engraving is just a degraded version of the Golden Mystery."

"Of course," Arivia said. "You were just trying to confirm this, a bit too overconfident."

"Speaking of standing up, you mentioned that there are only two golden pupils?" Michelle curiously asked. "Are these all relics from the Imperial Era? The emperor had so many, why are there only two eyeballs?"

"Because the emperor’s remains wouldn’t be left behind, only these two golden pupils remain. It’s because they are the only ones that remain, and because of their scarcity, they are the rarest and the most powerful," Arivia explained. "On the path of mystery, only one can be accommodated in the end, just like the demigods above the legendary mages, and also like gold. When it’s scattered, it’s weaker. In history, there have only been two people who possessed the complete Golden Power: The founding emperor and…"

"The tyrant who destroyed the country."

"Hmm," Arivia revealed a hint of a smile. She didn’t dislike this title. It proved that the woven lies were still effective, a one-of-a-kind deception.

"What about the other one?" Michelle asked, resting her chin on her hand. "Is it also in the hands of the Black Rose?"

Arivia shook her head and smiled bitterly, "The Golden Eye belongs to the highest level of Holy Relics. It was originally kept by the Black Rose, but it was lost due to improper preservation in history. We have been searching for it for a long time, and we only know that it was sold at an inheritance auction ten years ago and bought by a mysterious guest. Since then, it has never appeared again. This guest is most likely not from Europa, maybe they ended up in another continent, and we have no way to find them."

"Well, that should be fine. If it falls into someone else’s hands, they wouldn’t know how to use it either."

"That’s true." Arivia nodded. "A soul that is not recognized by the Golden Eye cannot use it."

They chatted for a while, but couldn’t get any more information. They said goodbye and went their separate ways.

If Michelle could put aside Arivia’s position, she would really like to be friends with her. Unfortunately, giving up on her first love and friendship is impossible, it’s almost the same the other way around.

It was around eleven o’clock. Michelle had already taken a shower, brushed her teeth, changed into pajamas, and was about to cover herself with a small blanket. She quickly fell asleep.

At this moment, there were frequent flashes of low-frequency light outside the window, reflecting inside the room and casting eerie light on the fish-shaped decorations’ eyes.