Chapter 1779 - The Ultimate Winner (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Nethery hesitated for a long time. Finally, she decided to eat the Fortune Flatbread. It was given to her by Bu Fang. She had only two, and she had taken one not too long ago—this was the last one she had.

She did not want to eat it. However, as she looked up at Soul and Houtu, who were almost reaching the top, she thought she would be better off eating the flatbread. She might have a chance to fight if she ate it. Otherwise, she was as good as lost now.

At first, Nethery planned to see the outcome of the competition between Soul and Houtu. She did not want Soul to sit on the throne, and she thought it would be best if Houtu could beat her. However, since the beginning, Houtu had been surpassed by Soul. At this rate, Houtu would never be able to surpass Soul.

And so it was. Houtu felt exhausted. In her eyes, the throne seemed to become illusory and was moving further away from her. On the other hand, Soul, though looking weary as well, still had a determined look in her eyes, and she seemed to have the strength to spare.

After taking one more step, Soul glanced over her shoulder at Houtu. Gasping for breath, she smiled. “Too bad… You lost,” she said. “The throne of Void City is… mine!” With that, she hastened her pace.

The experts of Void City immediately went into a hopeless uproar. Everyone could sense Soul’s ambition. To achieve that, she had even brought an army of Soul Demons into the city. She would turn the city into ruins.

Therefore, the nobles did not want her to be on the throne. Otherwise, what was the purpose of them resisting the Soul Demons with their lives?

Wherever the Soul Demons passed, the universe was destroyed, and the people were plunged into an abyss of misery. They were synonymous with destruction. How could Void City be reduced to a paradise for such creatures?

But many nobles were despairing because Soul still surpassed Houtu, and as time passed, she was getting closer and closer to that throne. For the experts of Void City, their hope was getting slimmer and slimmer.

Duchess Nightmare closed her fists tightly, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe. Lord Dog and the others were much calmer. Of course, it was because the gap between Nethery and the others was too large. Otherwise, they would be as nervous as Duchess Nightmare. For better or worse, she was an acquaintance of theirs.

“Alas… It seems everything is a foregone conclusion.”

Leaning against the door and looking at the competition on the Stairway of Star, Cursey could not help but sigh. Although Houtu carried the hopes of countless people, the gap between her and Soul was not so easy to bridge.

Soul’s cultivation base was already profound, plus the fact that she had broken through to the level of a Chaotic Saint, she was basically on the verge of winning.

“As the Queen’s will, can’t you control who gets to succeed to the throne?” Bu Fang looked at Cursey, puzzled. “Aren’t you afraid that Soul’s ascension to the throne will bring about the complete destruction of Void City?”

“Of course I’m afraid… but it’s useless to be afraid.” The little girl pursed her lips. “I’m just the clone of the Queen’s will. I don’t have her strength and her authority… What can I do? I’m filled with despair, too.”

Bu Fang was silent.

“There’s nothing we can do now. You’d better make some early preparations. Once Soul ascends to the throne, the Soul Demons will definitely sweep over Void City.” Cursey sighed helplessly.

“Don’t worry… It’s not the final moment yet. The winner is still in the air.” Bu Fang furrowed his brows and turned to look at Nethery.

“You’re still not holding out hope for Nethery, are you? Soul has climbed to the ninetieth step, but she’s still on the sixtieth… She has no chance of turning the tide.”

Bu Fang glanced at Cursey. He did not agree with her because he knew Nethery still had… Fortune Flatbread, which could make anything possible. When he saw her take a bite of the flatbread, his eyes lit up instantly.

On the Stairway of Star, Nethery’s aura suddenly changed after she ate the Fortune Flatbread. A wave of air wrapped around her, making her grow taller and taller, while a mighty aura kept pouring out of her. Her eyes became deeper as a crystal emerged at her brow, her black hair fluttering in the wind.

Parting her red lips and pursing them slightly, Nethery’s gaze fell on Soul and Houtu, who were at the higher steps. Then, she took a step. As her foot landed on the next stair, the whole Stairway of Star seemed to shake. The next instant, she dashed up the stairs like a rocket.

The Fortune Flatbread seemed to have created some incredible effect again.

Many people naturally noticed Nethery. The sudden change of her temperament made them suck in their breath. And when they saw her climb three stairs with just one step and seem to be running up the Stairway of Star, they were thrown into an uproar.

Duchess Yunlan, who was holding her forehead with her hand, was taken aback. She turned to look at the stairway. “What’s happening?” she could not help but murmur, looking at Nethery as she dashed up the stairs.

“Has she been pretending to be weak all this time? Why is she only showing her true strength now? Is she trying to excite us? What if she lost? The entire Void City would be plunged into an abyss of misery…”

Er Ha and Lord Dog became excited, while many nobles seemed to have seen hope, even if that hope was slim. After all, the gap was too large. Nethery was climbing three stairs with every step, yes, but it would take her at least ten steps to catch up. With ten steps, Soul might have already reached the top.

It was too late. Many people were shaking their heads in despair.

Meanwhile, the Soul Demons were crying out in alarm, while the three Great Soul Overlords, trapped in the Cage of Void, were growling and roaring. Their only hope of leaving the cage was for Soul to sit on the throne. They had pinned all their hopes on her, so naturally, they did not want to see someone who could surpass her.

Nethery put her hands behind her and took one step at a time. Her pace was steady, but she was not slow. If she was a docile cat before this, then she was a dashing leopard now.