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墨書 Inktalez
Comfort is an extremely selfish act.
When people sink into sorrow, there are always those who step forward, offering comfort as if they are seasoned veterans, playing the role of the positive force urging them to stand up again. But what good does that do? Does it reflect your broad-mindedness? Or does it imply that you have endured countless similar experiences and emerged unscathed?
Are these reassurances truly what those people need?
Without having experienced such profound pain, what right do you have to Comfort others?
No one expected Garen to say such words, and everyone fell silent in shock.
The guards looked grim, wondering if Garen had no compassion at all. Yet when they turned their gaze back to the grieving parents, they found themselves unable to speak.
Indeed, anyone could see that what they needed at this moment was not sympathy, but for their deceased child to return.
However, the dead cannot be brought back to life...
So then, what is the meaning of their Comfort and sympathy?
Tifet's eyes were somewhat dazed; upon hearing those words, a storm surged within his heart. He couldn't help but recall past events—when he had betrayed three thousand Shadow Court Elves, he had once fallen into confusion, haunted by dreams of those innocent Shadow Court Elf civilians, waking in terror multiple times.
Some told him that the Shadow Court Elves were an evil race; even the civilians who did not participate in battle were tainted with filthy blood and deserved to die... Others insisted he must get used to it; only by exterminating his enemies could he gain more merit and rise to a higher position... Many urged him to let go...
Yet no one was willing to stand in his shoes!
If he had only heard a simple “I hope you find peace soon” instead of various hypocritical platitudes back then, perhaps he wouldn’t have become who he was today.
Tifet quietly glanced at Yasthia, vaguely understanding her reason for staying.
At that moment, the sound of a deer echoed nearby.
“It can begin now!”
From the Hexagram Badge emanated seven chains of white light, each wrapping around the bodies of the Novices, intertwining and connecting until they formed a complete cycle.
“How long can it last?” Garen asked.
“Two hours,” the dog estimated their magical energy and replied promptly.
Garen pondered for a moment before saying, “Can we transmit the sounds here to them?”
Deer Lion Dog exchanged glances with others, appearing somewhat troubled.
At that moment, Yasthia stepped forward. “We can!”
As Yasthia opened her hand, a small black stone revealed itself—Suddenly, it was the Heart of Agou! Tifet frowned slightly, clearly feeling that using the Heart of Agou in such a manner was a waste, but this time he did not stop her; instead, he took two steps back to give Yasthia room.
Tifet was curious about how that out-of-place warrior would awaken his students.
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……
On the academy's playground, Layton was running frantically, covered in mud. He had long lost count of how many times he had fallen and gotten back up.
Behind him, the group of neatly running Newbies vanished one by one, as if they had evaporated from existence, leaving only one figure—Asher.
With a face as pale as paper and a half-smile expression, he relentlessly pursued Layton!
“Don’t come near… don’t come near!” Layton shouted in terror. “It has nothing to do with me… your death has nothing to do with me… why are you coming after me!”
On the day Asher’s death was announced, Layton fell into great confusion. It was his first close encounter with death; just half a day ago they had been training together, standing there perfectly fine, and then suddenly one of his companions passed away… The impact on him was even deeper than what he experienced at the Black Dragon Mountain Range!
“But… you are the class leader…” Asher suddenly stopped chasing and wore a thoughtful expression. “You said you would train with us no matter what… weren’t you supposed to wait for us at the finish line?”
Asher seemed to have figured something out, revealing a chilling smile as he awkwardly chased after Layton.
"I'm so lonely... Will you stay with me... right?"
"Go away! Just go away! Don't look for me... I don't want to be with you!"
Layton's voice carried a hint of sobbing, but no matter how fast he ran, the distance between him and Asher remained unchanged.
...
...
In the Black Dragon Mountain Range, flames swept through, devouring vast expanses of forest and presenting a scene reminiscent of hell.
The chubby boy Lanya stood at the center of the fiery circle, his body trembling uncontrollably. He had lost track of how long he had been there, only knowing that every time tears streamed down his face, they were instantly evaporated by the intense heat.
The flames did not burn him, but they felt like the slow approach of death itself, dragging his heart into an abyss of despair, making him wish he could be burned to death...
Perhaps dying in the flames would bring relief?
A heavy panting sound echoed from within the mountains. Lanya shivered suddenly and curled up tighter; he knew it was coming.
Amidst the blazing inferno, a massive dark figure rose up, its indifferent vertical pupils fixating on him.
...
...
In different scenes, the Newbies were experiencing various bizarre events, yet what was common among them was that these images struck deep into their hearts, leaving them feeling unprecedented helplessness and despair...
Just as Layton was fleeing in a frenzy, suddenly the world went dark. Looking around, he found himself surrounded by an endless and profound darkness that instilled a great sense of emptiness... At that moment, faint rustling sounds came from behind him. Layton turned to see Asher coldly laughing as he pursued him!
Layton's scalp tingled as he hurriedly ran forward, panic coursing through him. Strangely, the ground felt like an endless lake, each step producing a crisp sound accompanied by invisible ripples.
He didn't know how long he had been running when he suddenly spotted a figure not far away, curled up on the ground, despair etched across their face. It was...
"Lanya? Lanya, are you there?" Layton called out loudly, his spirits lifting.
The figure stirred slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of life appeared in their hollow eyes.
Then, multiple cries echoed through the Dark World... pleas for help... Suddenly, it was the members of the Rookie Class! Some were running, some stood still, and others were weeping uncontrollably... all seemingly experiencing some profound sorrow.
Among those standing was Rody. He stood there quietly, alternating between laughter and tears, occasionally displaying a look of struggle, as if his tears had never ceased flowing.
He gazed into the darkness before him as if looking at someone dear to him.
Of course, no one else knew what lay there. In his eyes stood a slightly portly middle-aged man with the same brown hair as his own, meticulously styled, wearing a peaceful and content smile.
"I've changed... I've really changed... Did you see?" Rody murmured to himself, tears streaming down his face.
"I saw it all," Huxiu Neier replied with a knowing smile, extending his palm. "Come here; it's been a while since I took a good look at you. You seem to have grown taller!"
"But you're not real..." Rody shook his head in response.
"You know?" Huxiu Neier's expression shifted to one of surprise and confusion. "Then why are you still willing to stand here?"
The darkness fell silent for a long time.
"I miss you so much..." Rody managed a painful smile through his tears. "It's been so long, Father!"
At that moment, several gasps suddenly erupted in the Dark World.
The suffering Newbies froze in shock; clearly, these voices were so familiar to them, so comforting.
"Mom... is that you? Where are you... I want to go home..." a Novice cried out.
"I don't want to stay in this hellish place any longer... It's chasing me... It wants to eat me..."
"Let me go, I can't take it anymore... I don't want to live!"
"No one ever told me that it would be this painful..."
...
Various voices of despair echoed, as Newbies nearly broke down and spoke in anguish.
At that moment, the voices from their parents suddenly vanished!
In their place was a long-lost, low, weary voice that sounded extremely tired.
"Is it painful? I'm sorry I can't understand your feelings, so I can't offer you advice as someone who has been through it."
"But life is not always like this..."
"It can get worse."
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