Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 582 - 328 Female Text: Don’t you know this fox is the fluffy ball of our Loli-con traveler? _2

Chapter 582: Chapter 328 Female Text: Don’t you know this fox is the fluffy ball of our Loli-con traveler? _2

Feya: "..."

Why did she feel like she was saying something that should have been shameful?

Feya stared at her and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The elf smiled, the Black Moon on her forehead becoming more pronounced as she giggled, "Little girl accompanied by the power of destiny, don’t you want to correct the mistakes of the past? The one who twisted the world’s underlying threads of fate, even if just slightly, has led us to the present state over the span of thirty thousand years."

"You were supposed to be the heroes of this world, don’t you want to reclaim your past glory? Are you content to walk humbly towards a future that is bound to be destroyed?"

"Heroes..."

The fox-eared girl listened in astonishment to the elf’s words.

She had never thought that she and the Variants could be linked to the word ’hero’.

Under such tantalizing influence, mixed with a certain power from beyond this world, Feya’s thought process began to blank out without her realizing it.

A black moon quietly emerged on Feya’s forehead and then receded beneath her skin.

The golden glow that could have protected her was also suppressed back.

At the same time, the blocking elves, one after another, collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The Black Moon marks on their foreheads all dissipated into nothingness.

If they could wake up now, they would find that although their ’Black Moon Route’ still existed, the Sublimating strength could no longer respond to them.

"What should I do?"

In front of Feya, a line of text appeared.

[Hehe, go down to the bottom, there you will find the answers you seek. Truth twisted fate, and history was buried by time, but the recorded epics will not fade. Retrieve those fragments of the sword, reforge them, sever the twisted threads of fate, and set things right!]

Immediately thereafter, a line of arrows appeared before Feya’s eyes.

She followed the arrows and quickly found a vertical shaft leading to the lower levels.

Shortly after Feya descended, William, leading a group of elven girls, cautiously groped their way over.

He pointed to the shaft and said, "I knew it, Variant elves are up to no good. How did she know there was a passage here? Susie, don’t be fooled by her."

The young elven girl whispered, "But that big sister saved me, and saved all of us."

William’s face darkened as he said, "Who knows if she had good intentions in saving us? Why don’t you listen to adults?"

William tried to tousle Susie’s hair but she recoiled in disgust.

"Who’s a child anymore? I’m already thirty-eight, a grown-up!"

Susie turned and was the first to climb down the shaft, completely ignoring the increasingly ferocious look in William’s eyes.

Although he was the younger son of Duke Vyriam.

She was not any less.

She was the legitimate daughter of Marquis Kelly’s family, an only child who would surely inherit the title in the future, while William could only watch his more accomplished brother ascend.

When the time came for William to see her again, he would have to bow his head to her.

Anyway, she couldn’t understand why just because that big sister was a Mutant Patient, she should be treated so badly.

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Guided by the arrows, Feya easily found the hidden shafts tucked away in various corners, continuously descending toward the bottom.

After ten minutes, she arrived at a place filled with the corpses and body fragments of various strange creatures.

This was no longer the sort of illusory interior of the fortress.

A massive structure, red as a heart, stood in the center of the hall.

[Please put the captured Extraterrestrial Source Material derivative into the power furnace]

Feya was slightly taken aback.

"I haven’t captured any such derivative?"

She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a white bead.

Could it be this? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

She tried to throw the bead towards the power furnace.

As the two connected, the bead merged into the ’heart’, and the remaining Energy percentage she could see rose from 1% to 1.1%.

Just point one?

So how many of these things had escaped? A thousand?

Feya didn’t continue to deal with the power furnace.

She circled around the heart and when she saw the objects behind it, the girl’s pupils constricted suddenly.

What was that...?

Countless tombstones.

And at the end of the cemetery, those pieces floating in the air and enveloped by golden spheres.

A warm breeze of unknown origin blew across Feya’s face, lifting her hair.

She took a few steps forward, looking at the inscription on one of the tombstones.

The lettering on the forefront tombstone was golden.

[Elvedin.Aglangram.Saramel, Sixth-order Sublimation/Recipient of Blood, sacrificed in New Source Calendar year 4, in the defense battle of Graal City, wielded the ’Spirit God Fortress’, held the ’Spirit God Holy Sword’, killed three Sixth-order Fallen Creatures brought forth by the Lord of Truth, and died from exhaustion, laying the foundation for victory]

[Earl Yelle, Fifth-order Recipient of Blood, sacrificed in New Source Calendar year 4, served as the vanguard in Graal City’s defense battle, forging a path to victory for Elvedin]

Feya walked past the path left by the tombstones and moved towards the front.

[Sonny Dorsa, Tier Four Recipient of Blood, sacrificed in New Source Calendar year 4...]

[Renas Hood, Tier Four Recipient of Blood, sacrificed in New Source Calendar year 4...]

So many people died in this New Source Calendar year four?

[Isn’t it such a pity? Variants made such great sacrifices back then, but are now so marginalized. If it were I, I’d already have thoughts of destroying this world!]