Chapter 1359 - 535: Memory Battlefield

The Sound of Dawn sailed upon the Endless Sea.

On this boundless Great Ocean, it had become a lonely little boat.

It moved forward slowly, tracing a line of pure white wake.

Even aboard the ship, everything looked utterly quiet.

On the canopy of branches that formed the ship’s roof, aside from the various crystals—clear and lustrous like carved crystal—only the avatar of the Sound of Dawn was hopping about, quietly singing.

And beneath the great tree were several Puppet Girls.

Curiously, most of these Puppet Girls were resting, even though the sun was high in the sky.

The branches and green leaves of the crown formed one sunshade after another over the Puppet Girls’ heads, ensuring They a comfortable sleep.

And at the top of the great tree.

Inside the lookout at the very top of the tree.

Aside from Alka, there wasn’t a single figure anywhere outside the ship.

Suddenly.

A rift in space split open on the deck, and a silhouette stepped out from within—it was Juanlu, who had come to take over Alka’s shift.

At this moment there was still a lingering hint of killing intent on his face, along with an excitement that refused to fade.

But as soon as he walked out, he frowned slightly and shook his head a couple of times—seemingly not in the best mental condition.

After emerging, he faced the sea breeze and took deep breaths for quite a while before his emotions settled.

A branch wrapped around him and lifted him up into the lookout at the top.

Only then did Alka, standing at the lookout door, look at Juanlu and ask with a smile,

"How is it?"

"Mentally exhausted. I’m here to switch shifts and rest for a bit."

Hearing this, Alka nodded with a smile, then jumped off the ship. A fissure opened in the deck, and he dropped straight into the little world, appearing in the place where the six Towers of Trial were set.

Right now, the Towers of Trial and the vast area around them looked like a virtual battlefield.

Under Alka’s peculiar manipulation and control of the world, combined with the cooperation of the Towers of Trial,

They had created an enormous Memory Training Ground around the Towers of Trial.

The scene currently being played on this ground was still that battle They had seen before—the most brutal, and also the most powerful war Nafutos had ever experienced.

For the time being, They had yet to find anyone whose memories contained a battlefield able to match this one.

So naturally, all of Their training was focused on this battlefield.

A battlefield where you won’t lose your life is, of course, the best place to temper people.

At present, within the battlefield, there were only six Towers of Trial. The memory training had only just opened, so at most it could support two people training inside at once.

As soon as Alka came in, he saw the disappearance of Chadite and Lucilia’s corpses and their reappearance outside.

That meant the two of them had died during training and needed to rest for a while before they could continue.

And the interval in between was enough for others to run a round of training.

Simply put, if you die in the Memory Training Ground, then depending on the intensity of your death and the strength of your spirit, the time it takes before your next recovery differs from person to person.

Chadite and Lucilia, for example, needed about four to five hours.

And they also had to ensure Their mental state was relatively full, so generally They could only afford to die twice a day in the Memory Training Ground.

This was the most balanced level, and also the best threshold They had worked out over this period. Pushing past this scale of training would make subsequent training suffer severely, not worth the loss.

It would also lead to mental pain, at which point training would lose its meaning.

Alka walked over to the two of them and, smiling, asked, "How long did you last this time?"

"Half an hour," Chadite said helplessly.

Lucilia looked even more dejected, saying dispiritedly beside him, "I was really unlucky this time. I ran into something that counters me as soon as I went in, only lived five minutes."

Hearing that Lucilia had only survived five minutes, Alka looked at her in some surprise.

You had to know that among Them, the holder of the top record, apart from Alka, was Lucilia.

Because of Lucilia’s soul-form state, combined with her abilities, she could usually respond calmly in most situations and was extremely hard to find a natural counter to.

This was why she survived the longest on the battlefield—at her peak she had lasted for over an hour.

But this time, she was so unlucky that she only lived five minutes.

"Something that counters you? How does it counter you?" Alka couldn’t help asking curiously.

Anything that countered Lucilia meant her enemy was definitely something that specialized in destroying souls.

At this moment, the memory scene had returned to that initial period when both sides were confronting each other.

Lucilia pointed at a figure on the opposing side.

Alka looked over.

It was a figure in tattered, ghostly green robes, holding a Scythe. The limbs extending from the robe were like dried bones—a character whose image was almost identical to a Death God.

"That one. I don’t even know if it counts as human."

Just then, Nafutos suddenly appeared in front of Them.

Looking at the being Lucilia was pointing at, he said,

"Oh, him. He’s a Harvester, a follower of the Death God. At the time, he was just a hair’s breadth away from becoming a Divine—he’d once been nothing but a mortal.

If I recall, he died in this very campaign, and I think he died even earlier than I did."

Because the six Towers of Trial were gathered together, this Nafutos seemed able to come out from time to time, which meant he now loved wandering around outside and chatting with everyone.