Transformed into a pink fairy, I will make all the players cry with my sword

Feiying gripped the sword tightly. She could no longer remember how many times she had died.

Every rebirth made her realize more clearly the gap between herself and Baiying.

The pain has become numb and death has become commonplace. The only thing that remains unchanged is the deep feeling of powerlessness.

She looked at Baiying in front of her, at the face that was exactly the same as her own, yet completely different.

She wanted to say something, wanted to ask the meaning of such repeated deaths, and wanted to know how she should face it all.

The confusion surged into her heart like a tide, almost drowning her.

But Baiying didn't give her a chance to speak.

The figure came again with sword in hand, bringing with him a suffocating sense of oppression.

The sword light and flames intertwined, turning the entire space into a Shura field.

The blue-purple flames danced in the air, and the power of wind tore the flames into countless sharp blades.

Defeated once again.

Another death.

Every fight made Feiying feel deeply confused.

She couldn't understand why she was so weak. She was familiar with those moves and she had mastered those powers, but why couldn't she win?

Every move of Baiying is too perfect, and every style reaches the extreme.

That was the realm Feiying had always dreamed of, but it was also the bottleneck that was most difficult for her to break through.

It’s like competing against the perfect self, but you can never reach that level.

"You're not decisive enough."

Baiying's voice sounded faintly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Feiying's heart:

"Every sword strike is filled with hesitation, and every move is filled with confusion."

"What are you afraid of? What are you dreading?"

The sword flashed, and it was another fatal blow.

"Since you have chosen this path, why can't you act without hesitation like you did with Tao Yao?"

These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Feiying's heart.

Yes, why could she kill Tao Yao but be hesitant about her other side?

Why could she pierce the heart of the person who loved her the most without hesitation, but could not deal with her own rebellious side?

"Your flame is too gentle, your blade is too soft."

Baiying's teachings were accompanied by fatal attacks time and time again.

Every move is a perfect demonstration, and every kill contains profound meaning:

"Let go of those unnecessary attachments and those unnecessary emotions."

"You want strength, not warmth."

“Only when you truly understand this can you break through your own limits.”

"Look at you now, indecisive and timid."

"How can you face those fairies who are more powerful than Taoyao? How can you realize your ambitions?"

Every time she is reborn, Feiying can feel the changes in herself.

Those death experiences keep accumulating, those painful memories keep overlapping.

The fear of death gradually faded, replaced by a crazy desire.

Her emotions began to spiral out of control and the dark side of her heart began to take over.

She began to give up her defense and started to attack desperately.

Her moves became wild, her fire became violent.

Every rebirth made her control over the power of fire more proficient, and every death made her understanding of power more profound.

The skills that she once took pride in were completely abandoned, and replaced by the most primitive and violent power.

She no longer pursued perfection or balance, but was completely immersed in crazy killing.

"Right, that is it!"

Baiying's voice was filled with praise:

"Let anger be your strength, and pain your sword!"

The surrounding space was filled with flames, and countless sword blades formed by flames crisscrossed in the air.

The power of wind and fire collided violently, dyeing the pure white space into a blazing red.

Every move of Feiying was made with the determination to die, and she poured all her strength into every move.

She no longer thought or hesitated, and was completely immersed in this crazy battle.

All that was left in her eyes was Baiying's figure, and all that was left in her heart was the obsession to defeat the opponent.

Repeated deaths not only failed to weaken her will, but made her even crazier.

She began to understand Baiying's intention.

This is a trial!

Only by pushing yourself to the limit and experiencing the baptism of death countless times can you truly be reborn.

Finally, after countless failures, she finally found her chance.

In the raging fire, she saw Baiying's flaw.

At that moment, she acted without hesitation.

No more reservations, no more hesitation.

The sword pierced Baiying's chest and nailed her to the pure white ground.

Blood flowed down the sword, but was evaporated by the surrounding fire.

The power of wind and fire raged around the two of them, freezing this moment in eternity.

Baiying looked at Feiying with a relieved smile on her face:

"See, you finally did it."

"This is the real you, this is how you should be."

“When you no longer fear death and no longer hesitate, you can truly surpass yourself.”

The moment the sword pierced Baiying's chest, Feiying's expression suddenly became dazed and confused.

She stared blankly at the hilt of the sword that she was holding tightly in both hands, and watched the bright red blood flowing along the sword. For a moment, she could not believe that all this was real.

This feeling, this weight, this touch...

It was all too familiar.

Just like she had done in the bridal shop, she had personally thrust the sword into the heart of the most important person.

First it was Taoyao, and now it’s Baiying.

This scene seemed to be repeating itself in an endless loop, with her always playing the role of executioner.

She looked down at her hands, the blood staining them seemed like they could never be washed clean.

What did she do again?

Why is fate always so ironic that she has to kill those closest to her with her own hands?

"Bai Ying... I..."

Her voice trembled, she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

The words swirled in his throat, but ultimately turned into a weak murmur.

Regret, pain, confusion, all kinds of emotions surged in her heart, but she couldn't find the right words to express them.

Baiying still maintained that gentle expression, as if the sword wound on her chest was not worth mentioning to her.

There was even a hint of relief in her eyes, as if she was watching her most proud student finally learn the most important lesson:

"Okay, don't say anything."

"It's time to leave here, Feiying."

"Go back to the real world and continue your unfinished adventure."

Her voice was soft, yet full of unquestionable firmness.

That tone reminded Feiying of how Baiying guided her every time she was confused:

"Go live up to your expectations and save your friends."

"Go find the real Taoyao and realize the future you want."

"That's what you should do. You've been ready for this, haven't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Baiying's body began to change strangely.

Spots of fluorescence began to emerge from her fingertips and floated in the air like fireflies.

The spots of light became more and more numerous, gradually covering her entire body and blurring her outline.

Each point of light took away a part of her existence, like slowly erasing a complete painting.

Seeing this scene, Feiying's heart suddenly tightened.

An unprecedented panic surged into her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

No matter how slow she was, she understood what this meant.

Baiying was about to disappear. Her most trusted mentor and the other self she relied on the most were about to leave her just like that.

"Bai Ying, what about you? Didn't you say you would leave with me?"

She stretched out her hands eagerly, trying to catch the disappearing points of light.

But the light slipped away from her fingers, just like the time she could not hold back:

"I can't do it, I really can't do it..."

"What would I do without your guidance? I can't live without you!"

"You know how much I depend on you, why do you still do this?"

There was a cry in her voice, like a child who was about to be abandoned.

The disguise of being strong on weekdays completely collapsed at this moment, revealing the most real fear and anxiety.

Faced with Feiying's panic, Baiying's smile became even gentler.

She raised her hand, which had begun to become transparent, and gently stroked Feiying's cheek:

"Feiying, you no longer need my guidance."

"You can choose the next path yourself."

"You have become strong enough, strong enough to face everything on your own."

"No, you are wrong! I still need your help. There are still many things I don't understand, and I still have a lot to ask you..." Feiying was so anxious that she was about to cry, and tears blurred her vision.

She wanted to grab Baiying's hand, but found that the hand had become illusory:

"Why does everyone have to leave me? Why do you all think I can be alone?"

"I can't do it...I really can't do it..."

Bai Ying shook her head gently. Her voice was still gentle, but with a certain determination:

"Alright, Feiying. I don't have much time left. Please listen to me, okay? Just consider it as fulfilling my last request."

These words made Feiying quiet down instantly.

She bit her lip, suppressed her inner reluctance, and waited quietly for Baiying's next words.

Tears fell silently, but I could no longer utter any words to refute.

"Feiying, remember? From the beginning, I said that there is no distinction between you and me. I am just another you in your mind. When you become a better version of yourself, there is naturally no need for me to exist."

Baiying's voice became softer and softer, and her body became more and more transparent.

The fluorescent light became brighter and brighter, as if to turn her into starlight:

"On the way ahead, you will encounter many fairies blocking your way."

"And I can no longer give you any guidance."

"But even so, I hope you can be like the perfect self in the game you designed, overcome all obstacles and eventually become the King of Fairies."

"Remember, you are no longer the indecisive person you used to be."

"You have completed the transformation and gained a new life."

"Go, Feiying. Go and become a better version of yourself."

"..."

……

Baiying's voice gradually dissipated in the air, and her figure turned into fluorescent spots floating into the air.

Each point of light carries her last warmth, last smile, last instructions, floating in this pure white space.

The light was soft and warm, just like the guidance she had always given Feiying, gentle yet firm.