Chapter 303: Boothill: "Are You Kidding Me?! I Pointed My Gun Straight at Acheron?!" The Galaxy Ranger Relic Revealed!
Inside the hotel.
Boothill continued watching his own storyline.
The "highlight moment" he had been longing for had actually, fudging finally, arrived!
On the screen, in the game.
He was striking an arrogant yet handsome pose.
With a gun in one hand.
He pointed it straight at Acheron!
And this wasn't just some ordinary random encounter in the wild.
It was on the Astral Express!
"Trust? Haha, hahahaha… Sweetheart, do you take me for a madman or a fool?"
"How about this: first, let me put a few holes in you to see what's actually hidden inside, and then we can talk about trust—"
Seeing this scene.
Boothill couldn't help but lick his lips.
This was fudging… absolutely wild!
His in-game self had really made something of himself.
Actually pointing a gun at someone equivalent to an Emanator of Nihility!
And even claiming he wanted to put a few holes in her?
He was seriously badass!
In the next scene, if Acheron were to just slash him and the Astral Express in half with one strike, that would be incredibly hilarious!
Fortunately.
Acheron was still reasonable.
She said calmly, "There is no need for that. I will tell you everything you want to know, but not now… If my identity hadn't been exposed, perhaps we would have had more time, but as things stand, this is our only choice."
"Only by doing this can I guarantee everyone's safety…"
With that, she looked toward the Conductor, Pom-Pom.
"Please have the Astral Express jump immediately and leave the Asdana system."
Out of nowhere, she dropped this line.
Never mind Pom-Pom.
Even Boothill, sitting outside the screen, was completely dumbfounded!
If anyone else had said it, it would be one thing!
But this came straight from Acheron's mouth!
A ruthless powerhouse who could split a dreamscape with a single slash!
Could Acheron have discovered some major secret that might lead to severe consequences?!
At this moment.
Black Swan also chimed in, "In my view, she harbors no ill intent, and she is speaking the truth."
Acheron's tone grew slightly more solemn.
She said, "And Mr. Boothill, perhaps you have already guessed… I have been waiting for your arrival. The Galaxy Rangers travel without a trace and rarely interact with one another. Forgive me, for this was the only way I could establish contact with you."
"Only in this way could I find a true Galaxy Ranger. And only in this way can I fulfill a long-standing promise…"
"…To return his relic to its rightful owner."
"Someone once told me… every rain is heaven's mercy upon the world."
"Rain and dew are the tears of the gods, shed for the sorrows of the mortal world. But because they still fall, it means the gods have not yet lost hope in this world."
"So…"
The screen slowly faded to black.
In front of the screen.
It reflected Boothill's thoroughly perplexed face.
"What the fudge?!"
"Cutting the scene right when it gets to the most important part?"
"And you too, Acheron. If you're gonna talk, just talk. Why'd you suddenly start reciting poetry?"
Though this segment of the plot revealed Acheron's purpose, it brought along even more questions—
Who was "he"?
And what was the relic?
Just as Boothill was looking troubled.
Behind him.
A voice suddenly rang out.
"That wasn't poetry…"
"Just a sigh born of genuine feeling."
Boothill's gaze instantly sharpened.
He frowned and looked over.
At the end of the hallway.
A purple-haired woman was looking at him with an indifferent expression.
Her demeanor,
Her movements…
Were exactly the same as the person in the scene just now!
—Acheron!
"What in the Wubbaboo! Am I seeing ghosts in broad daylight?!"
"No, wait, is that the real deal?"
Acheron walked over step by step.
Because she had gotten lost in the hotel and missed the Family's meeting, she had ended up running into Boothill instead.
Even more coincidentally…
The plot Boothill was currently watching had already explained her intentions.
It saved her some troublesome explanations.
Now, she could finally hand that bullet over to the Galaxy Ranger.
At this moment.
Light and sound appeared on the screen again.
Amidst the pattering sound of rain.
Acheron's voice asked, "How long has this rain been falling?"
Boothill remembered.
In the previous plot, there had also been a flashback of this memory of Acheron's.
But back then, both of them spoke in riddles, revealing no concrete details.
So, this time, was the significance of this scene finally going to be revealed?
Acheron also paused her movements for a moment.
She intended to finish watching this scene first.
An old man whose figure could not be clearly seen spoke, "Once, I, like you, hoped it would stop one day. Years passed, then decades… In the end, hope reached its end before this rain did."
"It seems the god you speak of does not exist."
As he said this, the old man's gaze remained fixed on the distance.
In that dense black rain, countless hazy shadows of hands, shifting like swirling smoke, reached out one by one from the sea toward the sky.
"Self-Annihilators… the obsessions of Pathstriders. Born from the shadow of IX, they view themselves as the original hosts, unconsciously repeating the actions of the deceased during their lifetimes."
"They are born from Nihility, head toward Nihility, and live a meaningless life. Yet, such a group of empty phantoms…"
"…Were once my precious companions, a group of Galaxy Rangers."
The old man's tone carried an unspeakable sadness and sigh.
And seeing this scene, Boothill instantly felt a tingling sensation creep up his scalp!!
Though the previous memory fragments had shown that this sea area was unusual…
But Boothill hadn't expected it.
It was actually the legendary Self-Annihilators!
And,
These shadows
Were actually left behind by deceased Galaxy Rangers!
"Could it be…"
"The Galaxy Rangers who sacrificed themselves in that battle?"
Boothill had already stood up by now.
Before he knew the truth, he hadn't felt much.
But now that he knew, he naturally had to show full respect to these heroic spirits who died in battle.
He took off his hat.
And bowed slightly toward the "shadows" on the screen.
Even though this was just content on a game screen.
Even though it was something that happened in the past.
This respect…
Was never too late to be shown.
Because they were Galaxy Rangers!
A bunch of fearless folks who ignored space and rules, carrying a touch of romance!
In the plot, Acheron asked, "Are you watching over them?"
The old man replied, "Watching over them? No, I am delivering them to the other side."
"That was a tragic war, a crusade that shook the cosmos. The universe witnessed the fall of the Lord Ravager Zulo, but the price… except for those who experienced it firsthand, no one will remember the price."
"The resolve of the Hunt does not subside even at the end of life, so someone must guide these departed souls. They were heroes in life, and in death, they should not become puppets of Nihility."
"As for me… I too lost too much on that battlefield. I can no longer embark on the journey, making me the most suitable person to complete this task instead."
Indeed…
The mystery was solved!
They were indeed the Galaxy Rangers who had sacrificed themselves in that battle.
Boothill sighed.
His emotions welled up.
But he knew this wasn't the time to let himself fall into a sentimental state.
He said to Acheron beside him:
"Sister, you really are something else!"
"To think you've actually been to that place and even witnessed the Self-Annihilators of those Galaxy Rangers…"
"Can you take me with you next time?"
"Even if those Self-Annihilators aren't them anymore, I still want to offer them a bouquet of flowers."
After Boothill finished speaking.
Acheron shook her head slightly.
"I am sorry. That place can never be reached again."
Boothill was about to ask what she meant.
On the screen.
The old man suddenly said, "That is a good question, and a hard one to answer. At least… I do not know the answer."
"Will someone also lay a bouquet of flowers before my grave?"
Boothill froze!
How could it be… right after he said it?
It couldn't be such a coincidence!
Suddenly.
Boothill's pupils shrank.
As if he had suddenly realized something.
"What in the fudging Wubbaboo…!"
"Could this person be…"