This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1227 Divine Game: Divine Instruction 41

"But no one could ever replicate something like the bear cookies," Dawn Cicada added. "Uncharted Star Sea has countless unique skills. Even if you know the exact runes, you still can’t copy them. The way Lania Kaia’s Maple Syrup makes the bear cookies—even the most skilled chefs among the Butterfly Kiss clan couldn’t reproduce it."

Butterfly Kiss were supposed to be the best cooks?

Rita glanced at Ash Cinders a short distance away, wearing a deep blue robe draped carelessly over her shoulders. Her sleeves hung empty, and a tiny pair of antlers sprouted from her head. Not exactly the image of a master chef.

True Butterfly Kiss, like Asylra, spent years moving around in butterfly form, or like Bitter Cup, whose markings for Tingo’s Autumn Deer apprentices were butterfly-themed.

Ash Cinders, on the other hand, preferred her moonbear form. Cooking? Rita couldn’t imagine it. She had seen Ash Cinders grading papers at her desk, sitting cross-legged fishing by the lake, or marking fashion items on the seasonal Binast order—but never cooking.

Then again, the Dark Reef hadn’t broken yet, and Rita hadn’t read its World Sigh, so her understanding of Butterfly Kiss was limited. Each species had exceptions anyway; this wasn’t unusual.

Lightchaser suddenly spoke up.

"Some skills are tied to the wielder’s soul fire. Only their souls can speak or shout in the way that shapes the skill into reality."

At that moment, the current match ended.

The winner’s declaration rang out loud and clear: "Execute!"

Another act of vengeance. But this time, there was no Sinblood.

It was the first successful execution since Moment of Vengeance began.

Countless ghostly lights swarmed upward, rushing into the victor’s body.

"Congratulations, player Turmeric, two major attributes have broken free of divine bestowal. The boost will take effect after the Divine Instruction concludes."

An immense power surge. No matter his previous ranking, by the end of this match, he would enter the top hundred.

Under the watchful eyes of all players, he calmly returned to his spectator stand.

Maple Syrup knew what was right or wrong. The leaders present knew too. But it didn’t matter—this was Uncharted Star Sea. Time was chaotic, grudges were chaotic.

Matches could conclude in seven to ten minutes. Most pitted players with existing grudges against each other, though exceptions existed. Isolated Isle Lightchaser and Ash Cinders, for example, had no prior conflicts with their opponents and sometimes didn’t even know their names before the match.

As Rita tallied the remaining players, her turn finally came.

BS Rita—Mountain Isles Frenzied Shark.

Expected. She stood in the clock arena, staring at the foe she first encountered during her initial Divine Game.

Unlike Autumn Deer and the acorn owl, there was nothing to discuss.

Rita didn’t need apologies from Winter Sea Frenzied Shark. In Divine Game, taking resources and equipment was normal; no one could complain. The only thing she couldn’t forgive was the harm he had done to Nivalis.

Winter Sea Frenzied Shark said nothing more than necessary. He would never apologize unless it involved his own kin. He had never believed himself in the wrong. Compared to the worlds he had destroyed and lives he had taken, stealing dragon blood was trivial—just unlucky to hit the wrong person.

And he didn’t need to lie to say "sorry." He was confident the worst-case scenario wouldn’t happen. Even if he lost, BS Rita wouldn’t kill Sharkfin...

Swords and greatswords clashed. Moment of Vengeance had arrived.

Winter Sea Frenzied Shark recalled the helplessness he’d felt facing clones in Quiet Mountain. BS Rita’s combat skill had long outpaced them. Compared to the intense Demon Game, this Baby Divine Game was a breeze.

Especially with Absurd Story, her guaranteed counterattack skill. Each reflection of damage made Winter Sea Frenzied Shark’s heart bleed.

He already knew he was bound to lose. Resigned, he asked, "If you had to summarize me in one word, what would it be?"

Without thinking, Rita blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Farmer Shark Spring."

Winter Sea Frenzied Shark: ...I don’t understand, but that’s BS Rita’s answer. I’ll have to look it up later.

Less than a minute into the fight, Rita already knew Winter Sea Frenzied Shark’s ability: Power Drain.

When his power dropped to a single point, she decisively dropped her sword and switched to magic attacks.

A thin fog spread across the clock arena.

All Foolishness and Deceitful Bloom apprentices retreated, standing almost pressed against the barriers at the stands’ edge. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Even Lightchaser, unsure of what was happening but trusting the apprentices’ ability to handle chaos, stepped back.

SSS-level skill, This One’s Done.

Every player in the fog began to drool.

Winter Sea Frenzied Shark had the worst problem of all.

Rita’s skill fused Top Chef? Top Chef! with Cured But Salivating. She forced Winter Sea Frenzied Shark to stand still under a concentrated golden rain. Each lightning strand dealt one point of damage. Simultaneously, Flower Crown Murder attacked, each petal siphoning one point per strike.

In just a few seconds, Winter Sea Frenzied Shark had exhausted himself.

When Rita stepped out of the fog, players at the stands were still wiping drool off their faces.

"Player BS Rita, do you want to execute 20% of the Sharkfin Clan?"

"No." Rita answered casually. Winter Sea Frenzied Shark was Winter Sea Frenzied Shark. Sharkfin was Sharkfin. The experience and attributes were tempting, but she wouldn’t destroy herself for them.

And more importantly, that wasn’t the point. She rushed back to her spectator stand, eyes wide, scanning Lightchaser, Ash Cinders, Mistblade, and the others, checking for drool marks at the corners of their mouths.

The fog had been thick enough to cover the entire stand. Other spectators were glaring, ready to strike.

But disappointingly, everyone stood calmly. Arms crossed, hands in pockets, sitting casually, or diligently wiping weapons with handkerchiefs.

Rita smirked. "So you were drooling, huh?"

The "elegant" crowd immediately swarmed her, surrounding her. Even Ash Cinders grabbed her ears and twisted them clockwise half a turn.