VIP Chapter 513: Memoir of an Anchor (2)
Three years ago.
“So, why did you approach me, and… ask to cooperate with me?”
In front of a disgustingly white statue, seemingly made of flesh and blood pieced together, Daisianwei swirled the entire cup of blood in her hand.
Shaking blood was different from shaking red wine. The viscous blood prevented one from seeing the person on the other side of the cup through the liquid.
Yet, she still raised the cup, bringing the blond “merchant” sitting across the long table into her view.
“Miss Daisianwei, I might as well ask you, why would you ask that question?”
“You know the answer. I want a reason for you to cooperate with me—or rather, what gives you the right to cooperate with the strongest Dungeon Empress right now?”
She tilted her head, revealing a “naive” smile. Her silver long hair, as a vampire, was twirled around her fingers.
“As the most important force on the human side, and the one with the most contact with you all, isn’t this ‘competence’ enough?”
“Cooperation between ‘above’ and ‘below’… You want this? It’s a bit boring.”
Daisianwei looked through the blood-filled wine glass. Carver’s golden hair was tinged with a trace of red.
“Because I know you are Reviers… that Goddess Reviers. And you… absolutely do not want anyone, including yourself, to reach the deepest part of the Dungeon. How about this reason?”
“!? ”
Upon hearing this, Daisianwei turned her head, looking at the man in front of her with an exceptionally shocked gaze.
Seeing that Daisianwei did not reply, Carver continued:
“As long as the door leading to the deepest part of the Dungeon remains unopened, the entire system you’ve constructed for this world can continue forever. To achieve this, you must be the person closest to the deepest part… Is this reason enough?”
“That’s quite something. How did you know?”
“What if I said I learned it from the previous ‘world’ obtained from that divine dream?”
“…”
Receiving an answer that far surpassed Daisianwei’s understanding, she fell silent.
“Of course, if you’re willing to cooperate with me, I will tell you everything else I know.”
Carver switched to a distant tone, like a merchant discussing a business partner.
Daisianwei’s mind seemed to be working very fast. She immediately realized the man’s uniqueness.
Her expression, while holding the wine cup, gradually shifted from confusion to enlightenment.
However, for her, it might require some sufficiently “systematic” methods of explanation.
“Hmm…”
She disliked accepting everything about an unknown thing before she could deconstruct it.
So, she first began to ponder what Carver had experienced.
“First, let me confirm something with you—your experiences, your state.”
“If Miss Daisianwei wishes to know, I can describe everything I’ve experienced so far…”
“No need. You just need to listen to my understanding and judge whether it’s correct.”
Daisianwei impatiently interrupted Carver, who was about to explain.
She crossed her legs, having her own way of explaining.
“…I’ll use myself as an example. I am on the vertical axis of this world—that is, humans who repeatedly cycle through history… I have traversed one Dungeon after another, crossing centuries to arrive here…”
She looked at Carver.
“Then, are you the person who cycles through on the horizontal axis that I cannot see… ? Hmm… repeatedly and repeatedly and repeatedly experiencing your short life?”
Carver listened intently to the description from the “creation” goddess, who had an extremely high understanding of this world, and nodded.
“You can understand it that way—there are minor errors, but they don’t affect the overall picture.”
“Alright, alright. Then, it seems that my ‘intersection’ with you is inevitable for this world to ‘die’.” Daisianwei became interested and drank all the blood in her hand. “I’m very curious, sir, did the previous me agree?”
“The ‘you’ from last time was not called Daisianwei, nor were you a vampire—”
Carver appraised Daisianwei in front of him and spoke thus.
Daisianwei, surprisingly obedient, raised her bright red eyes and looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
This was the first time Carver had seen Reviers, the final form of the Death Hall’s Empress, so different from the previous times.
He chuckled.
“But it doesn’t matter, you did agree to my cooperation.”
“Alright. Then I have no other questions, and I agree.”
“Hm?”
“Even if I don’t know your experiences, judging by the Dungeon’s habits, cooperating with you, who holds the identity of President of the Adventurer’s Guild, is the fastest way to achieve my goals. However, your willingness to tell your story is a sign of sincerity. I admire you.”
Carver showed a hint of surprise but still nodded.
“Then, happy cooperation.”
He extended his hand, but obviously, Daisianwei, being a vampire, did not understand such “human” customs. She pushed forward a cup of “red wine” made from viscous blood.
Blinking, she gestured for Carver to drink it.
“I see, is this a small ‘trial’ from Miss Daisianwei?”
Daisianwei nodded, propped her chin on her hands, and observed Carver.
She was watching Carver’s expression.
Carver withdrew his outstretched hand, picked up the wine cup without hesitation or disgust, and, with the same unchanging merchant’s fake smile, drank the entire cup.
“Tsk. You person…”
Daisianwei let out an displeased sound.
“Miss. I was polite and did not refuse your request. Why do you seem unhappy?”
“You are boring, you are numb… It makes me a little uncomfortable—though it doesn’t prevent us from cooperating.”
Carver, maintaining his elegant smile, was silent for a moment.
“…Why do you say that?”
“You seem to be gradually detaching from ‘humanity’. Hmm… can you still feel ‘love’ and ‘hate’? Can you still feel ‘joy’ and ‘sorrow’?”
Daisianwei took back the empty wine glass and threw it on the ground.
“Indeed, you who have repeated this twenty-year cycle again and again… should not be able to anymore.”
As it hit the ground, it did not shatter but was collected by her phantom servants into the blood pool of death.
“You are just an actor performing according to a script, aren’t you?” Daisianwei smiled with some amusement. “Then I am quite looking forward to seeing your true self as an actor one day.”
“Why are you so interested in that?”
Carver was noncommittal about Daisianwei’s intuitive conclusion.
However, he did not answer, nor did he give his “affirmation.”
“That, when an actor completely tears off his role’s facade, then… wouldn’t ‘Carver Hysterm’ die?”
Sitting in the center of the Dungeon, which symbolized the ultimate “death” of the entire world…
Daisianwei narrowed her eyes, like a predator staring at a delicacy.
“I have never witnessed such a death before. If I have the chance, I must see it with my own eyes.”
