This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1248 Divine Game Divine Instruction 62

It was not just Dawn Cicada and Queque who were interested. Maple Syrup clearly was too. The difference was that she was currently radiating an aura that said she wanted to turn every living thing in the Disorderly Starsea into cookies. She had no mood to squeeze into the crowd and chat, so she simply listened quietly from the side.

Mistblade was probably interested as well. The tips of her black fox ears twitched now and then. Still, her attention was more focused on the match in front of her. Stories about the timeline could wait until everything was over.

Rita often felt that Mistblade was like the model student from school days. Smart, focused, calm, always serious.

Sneaking a glance at her, Rita suddenly noticed Mistblade’s ears stand fully upright. Even her nine tails behind her fluffed up slightly.

What got her so excited?

Rita followed Mistblade’s gaze toward the arena display.

Isolated Isle Lightchaser vs Snowland Mistblade

Ah. The matchup she had been waiting for.

Mistblade did not wait for the Divine Game’s teleport this time. She simply leapt down from the spectator stands and headed toward the arena herself.

For a brief moment, from Rita’s perspective, Mistblade’s figure overlapped with the name glowing with frost above the Clock Arena. It was as if she was running joyfully toward the name Snowland Mistblade.

Lightchaser and Mistblade stood facing each other, looking at someone both familiar and not quite familiar.

To Mistblade, Lightchaser had not changed much. It felt like just last week that the elf mentor had lounged on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other, threatening to chop off her tails and hang them on the wall as decoration.

That arrogance was still as unbearable as ever.

She had struggled enough fighting her own apprentice, yet still used her divine talent word to help that same apprentice obtain a divine talent word, even adding the condition "the strongest."

To Divine Game players, the end of Card Swap was just a game.

But for those on Isolated Isle, it was a world-shaking upheaval.

From freely bullying her apprentice, who had once been shorter than her own leg, to now losing to that same apprentice, all of it had happened in just a few short years.

And that defeat had not shaken her in the slightest. Instead, it illuminated her divine talent word, Lightchaser.

In that moment, Mistblade could not help but wonder what kind of being she really was. Did anything in this world exist that could make her cry or lose her will?

Mistblade said nothing. Lightchaser did not speak either.

Back then, the three cubs she had casually taken from beneath the bridge by the lakeside had all grown into something remarkable.

Compared to Rita, Mistblade had always been the more heavy-hearted one.

She thought too much. She took on responsibilities and burdens that never had to belong to her, as if she had been born for it.

Even someone like Lightchaser, who normally kept her distance from such personalities, could not bring herself to dislike Mistblade. If anything, she was just relieved Mistblade was not her apprentice. People like her did not need pressure from others. They were more than capable of tormenting themselves.

Lightchaser was the first to break the silence.

"Do you need me to wait for you to use your divine talent word first?"

Mistblade could not help but smile.

"Waiting is a privilege of the strong, is that it? You really know how to annoy people."

As she spoke, the moon fox gave a slight shake of her head, looking at Lightchaser with a gaze that was both helpless and indulgent, almost like she was looking at a junior.

Lightchaser fell silent.

As if that was not irritating enough, Mistblade added in a gentle, almost affectionate tone, "I am 462 years old, little elf. I am not going to get upset over something so trivial."

Lightchaser let out a sharp laugh, clearly angered. After laughing, she still seemed too exasperated to speak, so she laughed again, then let out two dry huffs toward the sky without saying a word.

She was completely thrown off.

Up in the stands, Rita had run over to watch with Cinders.

"Oh my god, this is the first time I have seen her this mad," Rita whispered.

Cinders widened her eyes and nodded seriously. "This is hilarious."

"???" Rita glanced at her, then quickly turned back to Lightchaser. "You are not even laughing."

Without blinking, Cinders explained, "I am saving it for later. If I laugh now, I might miss her current expression."

Rita was speechless. Cinders’ laugh only made her eyes curve into crescents anyway. It was not like she would miss anything. Then again, maybe in a moment like this, even the slightest loss of visual focus was unacceptable.

Lightchaser, who clearly heard their conversation thanks to multiple passive skills enhancing her senses, fell silent.

Mistblade, who also heard it clearly due to her own experience, decided to stop talking. Pushing Lightchaser any further would ruin the fun if she completely snapped.

But it was already too late.

Lightchaser had snapped.

The crown mark on her forehead lit up. She snapped her fingers.

"Snowland Mistblade. Without changing combat power, revert your body to age three."

Mistblade froze.

Before she could react, she felt her perspective dropping lower and lower. Her nine fox tails, her sapphire glasses, her outfit, even the three blood mist blades all shrank along with her body.

A few seconds later, a chubby little figure about seventy centimeters tall stood in front of everyone, nine short, plump tails fanning out behind her.

Mistblade fell silent.

Lightchaser let out a satisfied cold laugh.

"A cub? My boots fill with water. You would drown in them."

Mistblade gripped the now tiny blood mist blade in her hand, no longer than a fruit knife, and snapped angrily, "Despicable!"

But what came out was a clear, childish voice. Her expression changed instantly. She pressed her lips tightly together, not daring to speak again.

The murmurs in the stands started up again.

"You really have to be careful fighting Lightchaser in the future. That skill is way too much. Mistblade looks about the same height as Wail now."

"Do not underestimate Lightchaser. She did not pick that age randomly. She trains against Wail all the time. She is most used to fighting opponents at this height."

"Oh? So that is what she was thinking? I misunderstood her. I thought she was just getting back at Mistblade for calling her a ’little elf.’ Turns out this was strategy. That is terrifying battle planning."

"Yeah."

The silence lasted less than two seconds before BS Rita spoke again.

"Do you think after hearing us say all that, she will let us off after the match instead of turning us into chubby little Mistblades too? This is way too funny."

Cinders replied calmly, "Hard to say. We did our best."

Mistblade and Lightchaser both fell silent.