Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 667

Xiadie frowned slightly, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, and continued, "As for whether death can save the living, I can't guarantee it 100%, but the Styx controls the cycle of life and death, and it contains the mysteries of life and death."

"As the guide of the Styx, Senatos may have methods that we don't know about. There is no better way now. This is a glimmer of hope. Even if the hope is slim, it is worth a try."

Aglaiya sighed softly, "Xiadie's words are not without reason, but the risk is too great. If we fail, not only will we not be able to save these people, but we will also be doomed."

"Die, I know you want to take over the fire of death," Tibao suddenly said, with a hint of worry in her voice, "But in this situation...even if Senatos really comes, can you really get the fire? That's the Titan of Death, the being in charge of death, are you going to take it by force?" Her little hands tightly grasped the corner of Xiadie's clothes, her eyes full of anxiety, "Death against death, the side with stronger death will definitely win."

Xiadie looked down at Tibao, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, "I never thought of taking it by force."

"Tibao, let me tell you a story."

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As the iron anchor fell into the deep sea, the girl's scream was drowned out by thunder.

The ten-year-old Xiadie hugged the mast tightly, and the salty rain mixed with blood slid down her forehead.

She saw her father put the family heirloom silver chain into his pocket before being sucked into the whirlpool - it was a relic left by her mother, and the pendant still had body temperature.

"I'll take away your time." A hoarse whisper came from the deep sea.

A ferry woven from bones and shadows broke through the waves, and the bronze statue on the bow opened its eyes.

When the first ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds, all the crew members' pocket watches suddenly floated in the air, and the sound of gears turning merged into an eerie requiem.

Xiadie was horrified to find that her anchor pendant was vibrating at the same frequency as her pocket watch.

“Why us?!” The first mate screamed as he controlled the rotating turret, but the muzzle began to rust the moment it was aimed at the ferry.

The moment he pulled the trigger, his whole body turned into powder and was blown away by the strong wind into a scarlet mist.

The black-robed man on the ferry took off his hood, revealing half of his rotten face. "Time is the anchor of life, and your anchor should have sunk to the bottom of the sea long ago." He stretched out his bony fingers, and the pointers of all the pocket watches suddenly turned in the opposite direction. The crew's skin aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wrinkles covered their bodies like spider webs.

"Why...don't you kill me?" Xiadie's voice was torn into pieces by the thunder.

The black-robed man's rotten mouth curled up in a strange arc. When he raised his hand, the silver chain on the girl's chest suddenly flew up, and the pendant hovered between the two of them.

"The people around you should have died because of you ten years ago."

"I used my pocket watch to exchange for his death—" The pendant suddenly emitted a purple phosphorescent light, illuminating his mutilated left eye. "Now, it's time for you to pay back the interest."

"Interest? These people's deaths were prepaid? Wait..."

"What do you mean by die from me?"

But no one responded to Xiadie, and she fainted.

The salty waves hit the rocks, and Xiadie woke up in severe pain.

She found herself lying on an unfamiliar beach, the tide blowing the corners of her clothes into the deep sea.

She trembled, her hands rose uncontrollably, and her fingers gently touched her neck.

Once upon a time, there hung an anchor pendant that she treasured. It was a relic left by her mother, carrying all her longing for her family.

However, what she touched at this moment was only a piece of burned skin, rough and hot, as if it had been burned by fire.

The pendant had long since disappeared, as if it had never existed. In its place, a shocking silver scar was left, starting from the collarbone, winding downwards, and extending all the way to the heart. The scar was like a small snake, coiled on her chest, emitting a strange aura.

"Is that the Death Titan... or the Trickery Titan..." The figure of the man in black robe involuntarily emerged in her mind. His half-rotten face and his words full of mystery and oppression kept echoing in her ears like a curse.

"Ten years ago, people close to me would die because of me..what does that mean?"

"There were things I didn't understand at the time, I only found out later." Xiadie's eyes were red and tears were welling up in them.

The disaster that happened ten years ago was like a nightmare that she could never wake up from. Countless lives disappeared before her eyes. Now, she was full of doubt and fear about herself. Was she really the ominous person who brought death?

"Because just when I was confused, I met Master Tibao."

It was a sunny day, which formed a sharp contrast with her gloomy mood at the time.

Tibao, a little girl with a bright smile, suddenly broke into her world like a ray of light.

"She said she is a Golden Clan from Ohma, and she wants me to join the Golden Clan." Tibao's words were full of enthusiasm and sincerity, which gave Xiadie, who was isolated and helpless at the time, a glimmer of hope.

"She said that it was Aya's golden thread that found me. Then I knew that the beach where I fainted was an area not far from Ohma." Aya's golden thread led her home. From that moment on, her fate seemed to be closely intertwined with Ohma and the Golden People.

On the day we entered the city, the sunlight sprinkled softly on the cobblestone road, covering the ancient city of Ohema with a layer of golden veil.

Xiadie was filled with anxiety and curiosity, and her steps unconsciously dragged as she followed the jumping Tibao.

There were shops lining both sides of the street, with shouts, chatter and laughter intertwined, but Xiadie had no intention of appreciating the bustling market scene. Her eyes were always on the slender figure in front of her - Aglaya.

When she finally stood in front of Aglaya, the doubts in Xiadie's heart grew like weeds.

She couldn't understand why this woman, who Tibao described as extremely powerful and wise, had her eyes closed and looked clearly blind.

Xiadie's innocent nature made her blurt out the questions in her mind without thinking.

As soon as she said this, she realized how abrupt she was and her cheeks instantly turned red.

Tibao was stunned at first, then burst out laughing, and the silver bell-like laughter echoed in the room.

Aglaya just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, without any anger on her face. She spoke gently and explained to Xiadie the reason for her blindness and the purpose of the gold thread.

In the days that followed, the days passed by quietly like fine sand.

Aglaya keenly noticed that the burn marks on Xiadie's neck and the scar that stretched from her collarbone to her heart were like heavy shackles that bound the young girl's heart and were likely to cause great damage to her self-esteem.

So, Aglaya decided to make a dress for Xiadie herself.

Afterwards, a set of exquisite clothes was born in her hands. The style of the clothes was novel and unique, and the fabric was soft and comfortable. When worn on Xiadie, it just covered up the traces of her inferiority.

At this moment, in the midst of everyone's conversation, Xing tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with concern, and asked softly, "So do you still have those marks now?"

Xiadie shook her head slightly, a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Of course not. This is all thanks to my meeting Fengjin. She used her medical skills, herbs and unique treatment methods to heal my marks bit by bit."

Sanyueqi blinked and asked curiously, "Then why are you still wearing this dress?"

Xiadie looked down at the clothes on her body, her eyes full of cherishment. She said slowly, "This is the clothes made for me by Aglaya herself. Every stitch and thread is filled with her love. What's more, I have been searching for clothes in this city for a long time, but I haven't found any that catch my eye, so naturally I have been wearing them." As she spoke, she gently stroked the patterns on the clothes, as if she saw Aglaya concentrating on making clothes again.

The days in Ohema flow slowly and fully.

As she got to know Aglaya, Tibao and others better, Xiadie became like a dry sponge, absorbing all the knowledge about the Twelve Titans.

In the study rooms within the city, ancient books are piled up like mountains, and each one exudes the fragrance of time.

In her spare time, Aglaya would gently turn the yellowed pages of the book and tell Xiadie the story of the Twelve Titans and the important roles they played in her soft voice.

From Aglaya's narration, Xiadie gradually understood the true meaning of the Twelve Titans.

They are the embodiment of primitive power, representing the most essential laws of all things in the world, such as order, chaos, life, and death.

And when mentioning Senatos, Aglaia's voice unconsciously lowered.

"Xenatus, He is the Titan who controls death and annihilation."

"According to records, no one knows his true form. He is like a taboo walking in the world. Wherever he goes, everything will fall into endless destruction. His touch will make the delicate flowers wither instantly, the petals fall off, and lose all vitality. The fertile soil will dry up and crack. Deep gullies will spread across the earth like hideous wounds. Hard metal cannot resist his power and will quickly rust and become fragile. Fresh flesh and blood, once touched by him, will instantly turn into ashes and dissipate in the wind. Everything will be wrapped in the thick black fog and disintegrated into meaningless fragments."

"The person you saw before might just be a fake."

Xiadie listened attentively, and the horrible scene involuntarily emerged in her mind.

Her body trembled slightly, and an inexplicable fear rose from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly, she felt like she was struck by lightning, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in her heart, "This is very similar to my situation at that time..." she murmured to herself.

Aglaya seemed to see through her thoughts and nodded gently, her eyes full of understanding and sympathy, "Yes, Xiadie, the disaster you experienced and the special abilities your body has shown are in some subtle way related to the power of Senatos, but you must know that your special abilities are only effective on living things, and your power is not for destruction, but contains the possibility of healing and redemption."

Xiadie fell into deep thought. She thought of the crew members she lost in the storm. Those lives disappeared in an instant, but she survived under the protection of a mysterious force.

She was once confused and in pain, thinking that she was a cursed and ominous person.

But at this moment, after listening to Aglaya's words, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in her heart.

She clenched her fists and her eyes became determined. "Aglaya, I will definitely find out the secret of my body. I will use this special power to protect those who need protection, instead of letting it become a source of fear."

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