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Chapter 305 - 119: Redemption Across Time! Are You Afraid of God? No, I’m Afraid of You. _6

Chapter 305: Chapter 119: Redemption Across Time! Are You Afraid of God? No, I’m Afraid of You. _6

Perhaps it was to save his life that he didn’t hesitate to give up his own cherished freedom.

Or it could be that sense of mutual dependence in an alternate world.

Booker, who had almost always been on the run, just wanting to clear his debts, finally behaved more like a tough guy at this moment.

With a leap, he plunged from the mansion halfway up the hill, reached out with his grappling hook to catch the monorail, and began his pursuit of the Nightingale in mid-air.

Unfortunately, the Nightingale used the same trick again to destroy the monorail and robbed Booker of his ability to continue the chase.

Back on the ground, Booker resolutely continued the pursuit, only to be enveloped by a strange glow as he ran with wide strides.

The next moment, the light vanished.

He was still in the same place.

But the scene around him seemed different.

Although it was still the height of summer, snowflakes as big as goose feathers were falling from the sky.

He pressed forward, chasing after the Prophet’s Mansion.

But he found that this mansion was completely different from what he had seen before.

It seemed as though many years had passed, with signs of neglect and the marks of time everywhere.

And there were unstable spatial rifts all around.

Even without Elizabeth by his side, Booker could still hear the other side of the rift as long as he approached it.

That voice was not just anyone’s.

It was Elizabeth, the one taken by the Nightingale!

That white flash seemed to have brought Booker alone to a completely new world.

In this world, the Prophet’s Mansion was staggering like a headless fly.

Yet through the all-pervasive spatial rifts, the voice that belonged to Elizabeth could still be heard.

At first, she seemed to be pleading with the Comstock of that world.

Then, she threatened him with a hunger strike.

She firmly believed that Booker, whom she had traded her life to save, would definitely come to rescue her.

But as Booker continued to move through the mansion, the passing of time within those spatial rifts he brushed past seemed to accelerate rapidly.

He took a few steps.

Months passed on the other side.

A few more steps, and half a year was gone.

Then three years.

Five years.

And even ten years.

Elizabeth, who had waited in vain for Booker to rescue her, seemed to have given up hope.

A person harboring hope can fall into an even more distorting state after repeated disappointments.

The Elizabeth on the other side had gradually become numb after years of disappointment and had accepted her father Comstock’s brainwashing.

Before Comstock’s death, she took the divine authority from her father’s hand and ascended the throne, becoming the new leader of Sky City.

And the echoes from the spatial rift stopped there.

Players were also led by the spatial rifts along the way to a dark, lightless tower.

There, a figure seemed to be waiting for someone.

When the player approached,

a very familiar voice was heard.

"Booker, catch"

Though familiar, the voice sounded incredibly old.

When the player caught the ladder rope dropped by the other and climbed it to reach the top of the high tower,

he finally saw her face clearly.

This was...

an aged Elizabeth!

She was still wearing the same clothing she had on when she and Booker had parted.

She wore a crown on her head, but her appearance was no longer youthful.

Her wrinkled face slowly gazed off into the distance.

Following her line of sight, the player saw the entire surface world engulfed in flames of war below her feet.

Columbia’s advanced nuclear-powered weapons indiscriminately struck everything on the surface.

The world resembled purgatory.

She had become the queen of the world.

In the ensuing conversation,

the player learned

that her timeline was the one where she had been taken by the Nightingale 60 years ago and separated from Booker.

She had been waiting for Booker all this time.

Waiting for him to take her to escape to safety.

Waiting for him to take her to the dream-like Paris.

But unfortunately,

years of waiting turned into smoke.

She took the scepter from Comstock’s hand and faced this complex world.

The decisions she made were simple and even more extreme than those of her father Comstock.

To destroy everything.

She spent decades developing technology.

Looking at the results now, she had accomplished these feats.

But looking at the world beneath her feet interwoven with flame and ash, there was no joy in her heart,

Only endless regret and emptiness.

Booker, however, was asking her with an excited expression at this moment.

"The person who sent me over from that world just now, that was you too, right? I was right in the middle of trying to rescue her, if it wasn’t for your interference, maybe I would have reached her by now, maybe she would have been saved! And all the things that happened later would not have occurred!"

Faced with the questioning, the elderly Elizabeth slowly took out a card from her waist.

The moment the card was shown, Booker’s angry questioning instantly disappeared.

The card depicted the Melody Guide that could control the Nightingale.

"Without this, you would never have been able to take me out," said the aged Elizabeth faintly.

"You couldn’t defeat the Nightingale."

"Don’t forget, I can open spatial rifts, so I can also observe some things."

"In many parallel worlds, you died on the way to rescuing me in various ways. And back then, I mistakenly thought you had abandoned me, accepting my father’s indoctrination with disillusionment and being crowned queen."

"It was only years later when I looked back that I realized I had lived in regret all my life."

After a short pause,

the elderly Elizabeth spoke slowly.

"Do you remember? I had someone look for you before, now let me say it again."