<h4>Chapter 291 Chapter 291: Elegy for the Sinners (Part 2) </h4>
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"Hey, have you heard? That insufferable Dragonkin widow is dead!"
"What? Noya died!? How is that possible? I''ve seen several of Noya''s matches; no one could even scratch that mother Tyrannosaurus, let alone kill her!"
"Haven''t you been at the base recently? Did you miss the mother-daughter duel that was all the rage a few days ago? It was Noya''s daughter who personally killed her mother!"
"My God! Is that true? I heard Noya was especially good to her daughter, how could..."
"Hey, you''re out of the loop. I have some connections in the arena, and ording to insiders, Noya''s daughter had secretly sided with the arena''s organizers a long time ago, all to vie for the top spot, so you know..."
"What a pity. I saw iting. In the past six months, Noya''s daughter received so many benefits from the base, just a white-eyed wolf who bites the hand that feeds. I''m not surprised at all."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the arena is probably going to be in big turmoil now."
"Isn''t it? Just go and see for yourself. The diators who followed Noya are all red-eyed with urgency, looking like they want to avenge Noya by finding that daughter!"
"That''s more like it, that''s the spirit of the arena. What was that about stopping at just enough before? Thinking it''s ying house? I bet there''s still a lot of drama to unfold! Now I really have to buy a ticket!"
The streets and alleys of the Gse base were all buzzing about yesterday''s arena match.
And the follow-up on that day was that the organizers took control of the scene immediately, capturing the person who fired the shot from the dark. Unfortunately, the person, out of fear,mitted suicide by swallowing a bullet. It was only discovered that this person had been harboring a grudge for a long time, a diator previously defeated by Noya, harboring resentment, which led to today''s tragedy.
Afterwards, the organizers first mourned Noya''s passing, then quickly held a grand championship award ceremony for Nova, giving all the flowers and apuse to the girl on stage, who looked like a walking corpse with hollow eyes.
The host loudly praised Nova''s unparalleled talent,mending Nova''s refined swordsmanship, no less refined than Noya''s skills, almost as if all the honors and awards previously bestowed on Noya were now deliberately being given to Nova instead.
This cunning move quickly took effect, making the diatormunity firmly believe that all this was a backstage collusion between Nova and the organizers, aimed at trapping and eliminating Noya.
It was Nova, the daughter, who was jealous of her mother''s status and coveted her mother''s position, thusmitting such a vicious act, thereby coborating with the organizers to despicably murder her own mother.
Some diators still held onto a sliver of hope, desperately rushing to Nova''s side, wanting Nova to give them the truth, to tell them things were not as they seemed.
But Nova didn''t respond, just standing there like a puppet.
Until one of the veteran diators, who had followed Noya for the longest time, saw Nova''s silent demeanor, and in a fit of rage, drew his sword and shed at Nova.
At that moment, Nova finally reacted, an instinctive response. The girl subconsciously raised her hand to counterattack, not controlling her strength in that situation. What was a normal strike for her sent the veteran diator flying, crashing to the ground with severe injuries and coughing up blood.
Hurting the veteran diator finally snapped Nova out of her stupor, bringing a flicker of life back to her hollow eyes. She was at a loss, frantically wanting to go and administer aid, but all she received was the veteran diator''s spit and disdainful look.
When she looked around at the other diators, their eyes were the same, filled with more than just vengeance.
To avenge Noya?
She should have been the first to act.
But whom should she seek vengeance from?
The gunman was already dead.
Was there a connection between the gunman and the backstage organizers? Nova didn''t know, didn''t know what to do. She couldn''t find evidence, and even if she did, what then? She had never considered suchplex questions. In her life, apart from being with her mother, it was all about training and more training.
Moreover, the real person who killed her mother... was herself.
She was the greatest sinner.
Thoughts of suicide filled Nova''s mind.
Without her mother, what was the point of her living alone?
But soon, the expression of her mother just before death kept surfacing in Nova''s mind, a kind of entrustment, an entrustment of hope. A voice in her mind kept telling her to live on no matter what.
Yes
She couldn''t die yet.
At least not until she had atoned.
Nova ended her daze; she hoped to at least preserve everything her mother had once had, the hard-earned arena rules, the determination to change the arena.
However, when the girl also tried to emte her mother, what she got was challenge after challenge from the diators.
These die-hard diators, who once saw Noya as their spiritual leader, knew they were no match for Nova, yet still insisted on a life-or-death challenge with Nova.
Even if Nova held back, not wanting to hurt them, their mad attacks, disregarding their own lives to seek vengeance, didn''t require Nova to act; they themselves copsed from exhaustion, bleeding out till thest drop.
No matter how cautious Nova was, a fight is fight. When the first diator was identally killed by Nova, things became uncontroble.
Under the deliberate maniption of the organizers behind the scenes, once something happens for the first time, there will be a second, and a third. Many were diators hired by the organizers with the intention of being sent to their deaths, but by then, Nova was incapable of thinking anything at all.
As a result, more and more diators died at Nova''s hands.
And Nova gradually began to numb,
Especially towards the act of killing.
In the past, she still tried to talk to every diator who challenged her, even though most of what she got was vicious cursing.
But gradually afterwards, Nova began to speak less and less, until finally, she waspletely silent.
She was like a machine, epting challenges, ending them, and then waiting for the next challenger.
Without any unnecessary movements.
Throughout the process, although Nova''s heart became more and more closed off, her strength and skills were growing at an unbelievable speed, rapidly increasing.
Self-abandonment, the loss of superficial emotions, made her sword faster, more precise, and more lethal with every strike.
Deep inside, every act of killing umted a sin and hatred in Nova, not hatred towards others, but hatred towards herself.
The power of Miasmaes from negative emotions, and the current girl is undoubtedly an abyss of negative emotions, which prompted the Miasma within her to expand even more.
Finally, after killing another challenger who came to "seek vengeance" — she no longer knew which number he was — the will of Miasma descended, choosing the girl in the arena to be one of the "Miasma Master" destined to destroy the world.
In that moment, centered around the Gse base, a vast area erupted in a Miasma disaster, destroying all living beings, or turning them into Miasma monsters. All survivors within the base, including the high-ranking ones, couldn''t escape and were all turned into tainted corpses.
This is the end of the story about the "Evil Dragon" in Dream Zero,ing to aplete end.
Having saw through all of the records, now Reji arrived at the story''s end that was once glimpsed.
In the dead city base filled with tainted corpses, only Nova, sitting on the skeletal throne of the arena as the Evil Dragon Nova, asked them that question again.
"diators, have youe for vengeance too?"
But this time, Renji shook his head.
He already knew where the key to the Evil Dragon''s dream was, how to get it, like the witch''s brand that could pull the real Nova into the dream, the Evil Dragon''s brand.
He was going to talk to Nova''s mother once more.
Not the Noya from the story.
But in a sense, the real Noya.