I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 425: You Never Listen

Author’s Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.

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The girl lifted her head as the markings on her skin flared.

The air darkened.

A pressure rolled outward while Victor stepped aside.

"It’s time," he said quietly.

The girl took a step forward.

Then another.

Each footfall echoed unnaturally loud.

Her gaze locked onto the elders and in that moment, something ancient and immeasurable surfaced within her eyes.

Recognition.

Pain.

Rage.

"You remember," she said softly.

Several elders collapsed to their knees instantly.

One began sobbing uncontrollably. "We had no choice!"

"We were dying!" another screamed. "Our world was ending!"

"We did what we had to do!"

The girl tilted her head.

"So did they," she replied.

Darkness spread out and memories came alive once again.

The city felt them.

The screams of ten women dragged against their will.

Hands clawing at ice.

Bellies swollen with life.

Promises of honor.

Lies of necessity.

The final moment of sacrifice.

Twenty souls extinguished.

The elders screamed as the weight crushed them.

Victor watched in silence.

This was not slaughter.

This was reckoning.

The girl raised her hand.

Darkness coiled but did not explode.

Instead, it reached inward.

Into the elders.

Into their souls.

They aged in seconds.

Skin wrinkled.

Vitality drained.

Their screams faded into whispers.

Then silence.

When the darkness receded, only empty husks remained. Their forms collapsed drained of life with eyes widened in frozen regret.

No blood.

No gore.

Just absence.

The girl exhaled shakily.

Some of the black markings on her body faded further.

Victor felt a tug within his chest.

<[ Corruption Meter: 3.6% ]>

It had gone up.

The city stood in stunned silence.

Some wept.

Some stared at the corpses in horror.

The girl turned back to Victor.

"It’s done," she said quietly.

Victor nodded.

"It is."

Rhozan stood frozen in place briefly.

"We deserved this," he whispered.

Victor did not respond.

He looked out at the city—at the living, the innocent, the children who had never known the truth.

"This ends here," Victor said finally. "There will be no more vengeance. No more lies."

His gaze swept the crowd.

"Remember what was done," he continued. "And make sure it is never done again."

Silence clung to the underground ice city like a second skin.

It was not the peaceful silence of safety, nor the calm that followed victory. It was heavier than that... laden with grief, confusion, and truths that could no longer be buried beneath ritual or tradition.

The elders’ bodies lay where they had fallen.

Empty and drained.

Not violently destroyed, not torn apart, but erased in a way that felt far more final. Their end was quiet, and perhaps that was what made it unbearable to witness.

Around them, the Kahr’uun people stood frozen.

Some stared blankly, unable to process what had just happened. Others trembled with restrained emotion, claws digging into their own arms as if grounding themselves in pain was the only way to remain present.

And then there were those who wept.

Individual griefs colliding into a discordant chorus.

"They were my parents..."

"My grandfather..."

"My grandmother was among them..."

Hatred bloomed in many of those gazes, latching onto a single figure.

The girl.

The corrupt entity.

She stood quietly beside Victor with a calm expression.

One of the mourners who happened to be a young Kahr’uun male, staggered forward with tears freezing along his cheeks as his grief twisted into rage.

"You monster!" he screamed.

Before anyone could react, he charged.

Mana danced wildly around his body as he raised a rough ice blade with intent clear in his eyes. He wasn’t thinking. He wasn’t listening.

He just wanted someone to bleed.

He never made it halfway.

Victor turned slightly.

A sharp motion of his hand followed.

A compressed burst of wind detonated between them.

The Kahr’uun was flung backward like a broken doll, skidding across the ice before crashing into a pillar. The impact rattled the plaza, and the warrior crumpled, unconscious but alive.

Victor’s voice cut through the rising chaos like a blade.

"That," he said coldly, "should serve as a warning."

His gaze swept across the gathered crowd with an unyielding expression.

"She is under my protection," Victor continued. "Anyone who attempts to harm her will answer to me."

The weight behind his words was unmistakable.

No one doubted he meant it.

"You should be grateful," he added, "that these are your only losses."

The city fell silent again.

Some bristled at his words.

Others lowered their heads in shame.

But none challenged him.

Victor turned away from the fallen elders and faced the girl beside him.

"We’re leaving," he said quietly, but firmly.

She looked up at him.

"For good?" she asked.

"Yes."

Victor glanced over his shoulder at the frozen city... the spires of ice, the glowing mana veins, the people who would carry this history forward whether they wanted to or not.

"I will take you with me," he said. "Far away from here. So they never have to fear extinction again. And so you don’t have to live surrounded by the ghosts of your own birth."

Something flickered in her eyes.

Relief.

Confusion.

A fragile, uncertain gratitude.

Without another word, Victor turned and began walking toward one of the massive tunnelways that led upward... toward the surface, toward the frozen sky, toward a future no one here could follow.

The girl hesitated only briefly before stepping after him.

They were almost gone when hurried footsteps echoed behind them.

"Wait!"

Victor stopped.

Rhozan emerged from the crowd with his breathing uneven and his expression twisted with urgency and conflict.

"Iruhun—Victor—wait!"

The murmurs behind him surged.

"What is he doing?"

"Why is the leader running after them?"

Rhozan came to a halt several steps away with fists clenched so tightly that frost formed around them.

"I was alive back then," he said suddenly.

The chatter exploded.

"Leader Rhozan—!"

Rhozan ignored them.

"Forty years ago," he continued with a hoarse tone, "I was there. I was young, but I remember. I knew what was happening."

His shoulders shook.

"I wasn’t a leader then," he admitted. "I didn’t make the decision. I didn’t hold the knife. But I knew."

He took another step forward.

"And if justice is to be served," Rhozan voiced while bowing his head, "then I should be killed as well."

The reaction was immediate.

"No!"

"Leader, stop this madness!"

"You cannot—!"

Several Kahr’uun rushed forward in panic. Others stared at him in disbelief, as if the ground itself had shifted beneath their feet. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The girl turned slowly.

Her gaze locked onto Rhozan.

Darkness stirred faintly around her fingers.

Victor stepped between them instantly.

"No," he said.

The word was absolute.

He turned to Rhozan.

"You became leader after your people arrived on this world," Victor said. "You benefited from the outcome, yes—but you did not participate in the crime."

Rhozan opened his mouth to protest.

Victor cut him off.

"You did not choose the sacrifice," he continued. "You did not order it. You did not force those women onto the altar. You weren’t involved."

Rhozan’s voice broke. "But I lived because of it."

"So did thousands of others," Victor replied. "That alone does not make you guilty."

The girl watched them closely.

Victor turned to her and spoke in a softer tone.

"He is not yours to take," he said.

She studied Rhozan—really studied him.

She saw his grief.

His guilt.

His willingness to die.

And after a long moment, the darkness around her receded.

"...Very well," she said quietly.

Rhozan shoulders sagged as relief and shame crashed over him at once.

"No," he whispered. "I—"

Victor placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Live," Victor said. "And remember."

Rhozan bowed deeply, lower than he ever had before.

"I will," he vowed.

Victor stepped back.

There was nothing more to say.

He turned once more toward the tunnel.

The girl followed.

As they walked away, the Kahr’uun people parted instinctively, creating a silent path through the city. No one spoke. No one tried to stop them.

Some watched with fear.

Others with gratitude.

Some with resentment.

And a few, with understanding.

At the tunnel entrance, Victor paused.

He did not look back.

"This is where our paths end," he stated.

Then he stepped into the shadows with the girl beside him.

"Forever."

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(( Thirty Minutes Later ))

The frozen wasteland stretched endlessly before them like a kingdom of white and pale blue where the wind howled like a living thing.

Rough sheets of ice glittered beneath the cold sun, reflecting its light in blinding shards. Each step Victor took crunched softly against the snow.

The sound felt strangely comforting after the chaos he had left behind. Beside him walked the former corrupt entity with her bare feet leaving faint impressions in the frost that vanished moments later, as though the land itself struggled to decide whether she truly belonged in this world.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was not awkward, but calming and accepting with everything that had happened beneath the ice and everything that had been lost long before Victor had ever set foot in this land.

Eventually, she broke it.

"What do we do now?" Her voice was softer than it had ever been, stripped of the rage and malice that once defined it. She slowed her steps and turned her dark, reflective eyes toward him. "Where do we go?"