Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

Chapter 242 - 242 Prologue: Past Journey

242 Prologue: Past Journey

The journey from the Dragon Bone Islands, through the Ghost Sea, led to the Land of Eternal Night, a place of extreme cold in the north that even dragons avoided.

Cold…

Life’s heat seemed to fade away in this place. Even breathing was a struggle, as the air froze in one’s lungs.

Darkness…

In other parts of the world, the sun shone on the ground. But here, you looked up and saw the end of your life, like a lonely lamp on a rainy night. The stars were hidden by the blizzard that filled the sky.

The howling wind picked up ice shards that were like blades as it roared across the white land. Even a dragon with steel-like scales struggled to spread its wings in the wind.

In the frigid north, a place where even dragons couldn’t survive, three mortals braved the freezing temperatures, trudging through the snowfield.

The thin figure at the head of the group held a staff ablaze with light blue flames, using it to create a silver, translucent barrier that protected him and the two others behind him from the bone-chilling wind.

Despite the barrier, a few snowflakes managed to slip through and land on the leader’s silver-white hair, but he didn’t seem to mind, pressing on through the knee-deep snow.

Of the remaining two—a woman whose entire body was wrapped up, leaving only a pair of white-covered eyes visible as she surveyed her surroundings.

The other was a burly man, adorned with dark-gold scales on his face and arms and reptilian eyes with golden vertical pupils. He nonchalantly wore a tattered coat as he followed behind the group.

The three of them journeyed across the snowfield for an indefinite amount of time before the woman in the back finally spoke up.

“Presiding Judge, the dragons won’t help us in the war. We need to get to the Twilight Fortress and tell the alliance army. Why are we going north?”

The woman sounded annoyed.

The wind was so loud, it drowned out the woman’s voice even though the barrier was protecting them. She was like a tiny drop in the vast ocean, making no impact.

The man she called Presiding Judge didn’t even look back at her. He just kept walking, taking his time.

The woman thought the other party hadn’t heard her clearly and planned on repeating it louder. But then, the person suddenly spoke up.

“There’s no serious reason… I just want to take a look.”

“Take a look?”

The woman repeated the person’s words, confusion etched on her face. She looked around at the endless snowfield, wondering what could possibly be of interest.

“But what’s there to see here?”

She couldn’t help but ask.

Most mortals on the Vic Continent knew that the northernmost place was the Dragon Bone Islands, home to dragons. But beyond that, the Land of Eternal Night was just a legend.

The only mention of it in history was during the Silver Age, when a group of High Elves set sail north, hoping to find a new home at the end of the world.

The High Elf fleet that attempted to reach the end of the world vanished and was lost in the pages of history. No more records exist of their journey or the place they hoped to reach.

It was possible that they were the first mortals to set foot on this land since the Silver Age.

“World’s End, Sibylla,” William said, turning to face the woman. He smiled at her, his eyes full of excitement. “I want to see the ends of the world.”

Sibylla let out a small sigh upon hearing this strange response.

She desperately wanted to speak up to the Presiding Judge.

The next Moon Realm Tide was fast approaching and several Void Sovereigns’ Demon Army could attack Currere at any moment.

Their plan to seek reinforcements on the Dragon Bone Islands had failed and they needed to return to the Twilight Fortress as soon as possible to revamp the defense lines at the Moon Realm rifts.

There were countless other pressing matters at hand. It wasn’t the time to be distracted by something like exploring World’s End.

Yet, for some reason, she couldn’t say anything when she saw the Presiding Judge’s excited expression.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long. At the very least, it won’t delay the battle,” the Presiding Judge said as if he had sensed Sibylla’s worries.

He then whispered, almost to himself, “Or rather, as long as I don’t return, the Moon Realm’s invasion won’t even begin.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Nothing. Just blabbering.”

The Presiding Judge, confronted with her inquiry, dismissed it with a flick of his hand and hastened his pace awkwardly.

But then, he suddenly stopped as if he had run into something.

The look on his face darkened.

“As expected…”

The Presiding Judge remained frozen in place, lost in thought for a long time before finally letting out a sigh.

“Even though I had no expectations… I should have known this would happen.”

With that, he took a few steps back, planted the staff in his hand into the snow, and slowly extended his right hand.

It was as if he was stroking an invisible wall.

The Presiding Judge stared out at the seemingly endless snowfield in front of him, the snowstorm that whipped through the air, and the darkening sky in the distance… Finally, he slowly withdrew his hand and clutched the magical medium again.

“We’re going back. There’s nothing here.”

He muttered to himself softly, “Invisible wall, you can call this the end…”

“Are we going back already?”

Dowa, who had been following silently, asked in confusion.

Dowa knew the Presiding Judge’s personality. If he had made up his mind to do something, he would see it through to the end, even if it was just a passing fancy.

Giving up halfway through this journey wasn’t the Presiding Judge’s style.

The Presiding Judge just coughed lightly and said, “I thought about it and realized that Sibylla was right. It’s more important to focus on dealing with the upcoming Moon Realm Tide.”

As he spoke, he turned and gazed out at the distant snowfield.

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“Let’s hold off on exploring World’s End until the Moon Realm crisis is fully resolved,”

he said, waving the magical medium in his hand. Lightning flickered as he drew a few runes on the snow, and thin, snake-like lightning danced in the air before coalescing into a large spatial rift.

Through Sibylla’s Eyes of God vision, which could see through all mana flows, the normally stable spatial fabric began to disintegrate under the influence of the intense lightning magic. It resonated with a beacon hundreds of kilometers away, creating a temporary distorted point that could cross space.

The howl of the lightning that tore through space gradually drowned out the howling wind as they prepared to head home.

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Hiss…

A girl was jolted awake by the shrieking sound of lightning. She opened her bleary eyes and saw a ceiling made of twisted tree trunks above her.

Was it a dream…

The frigid air of the Land of Eternal Night in her dream and the hot, humid atmosphere of Ravenwood Forest left her unsure of where she was. Either way, the unique whine of a Teleportation spell resonated in her ears.

Before she could fully wake up, someone grabbed her hand and pulled her out of bed.

It was a male Forest Elf, with a hunting bow on his back and a fierce wolf tattoo on his face.

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It was clear that he wasn’t very old, as his skin lacked the bark-like patterns that often appeared on older elves.

“What’s going on?” the girl asked sleepily.

“We’ve been discovered. The Holy Tree Duke’s hunting troops are on their way. We have to move fast,” the Forest Elf replied quickly and calmly.

The girl nodded in confusion, still not fully comprehending the gravity of the situation in her half-asleep state.

Then, as the Forest Elf pulled the girl out of the tree hole, she seemed to suddenly remember something and said,”By the way, I think I dreamed about something that the first owner of these eyes experienced.”

“That’s the past of Ms. Sibylla Silence, the Astral Observer.”