This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1253 Divine Game Divine Instruction Final

Foolishness had indeed wanted the Disorderly Starsea to help deliver Foolishness Game into BS Rita’s hands.

But the scene she had imagined was very different. In her mind, Divine Game would simply label it as a reward for a certain placement. Whatever rank BS Rita achieved, that would be the rank written on the reward.

It was straightforward, subtle, and made perfect sense.

She had been certain the Disorderly Starsea would understand that intention.

So what exactly was this now?

This kind of description was practically the same as beating drums and announcing it to everyone.

Foolishness pulled up the collar of her black sweater, covering the lower half of her face. She slid her hands into her pockets and walked toward the palace, her expression flat and unreadable.

"What are you all doing back here?"

Rita knew when to stop pushing. She put away Foolishness Game and the strange pocket watch, then followed behind with the other four students as they headed into the Toy Palace.

The Disorderly Starsea had sent every player back to their respective instructors’ islands. That alone made it clear this was not some idle or whimsical decision.

Dawn Cicada spoke up first.

"Maybe it does not want us wasting time. Another two hours of lessons?"

Queque removed her glasses, letting them hang from the fine chain attached to the sapphire lenses. Under the palace lights, the chain shimmered faintly.

"Or maybe we are supposed to return the tokens?"

Foolishness gave a slight shake of her head.

They were clearly meant to keep them.

She obviously knew why they had been brought back. Leading the five of them deeper into the palace, she spoke slowly, her tone as unhurried as ever.

"Perhaps it wants us instructors to remind you what you should be paying attention to in the next Divine Game." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Fury Prayer asked, "What about the players who exited early? Will they get these reminders too?"

"The Disorderly Starsea values fairness," Foolishness replied calmly. "And rewarding those who are brave and persistent is also part of what it considers fairness."

Rita guided the conversation back to what actually mattered.

"Is the next Divine Game connected to the Graveyard of Bones?"

"Yes." Foolishness did not hesitate. "In the next game, all players will be sent to the Graveyard of Bones. And I mean all players. From both the Starsea and Quiet Mountain."

She never liked dragging things out. Her explanations were always direct.

"The Graveyard of Bones is a very unusual place. It exists on the hands of a clock. Time is constantly moving forward, and with it, the burial locations of gods and demons are always shifting."

"Rather than being buried in fixed locations, they are buried within specific moments in time. Their lingering souls only appear during certain time segments, at certain positions within the Graveyard. Only by coming into contact with those remnants can you follow them, temporarily carried along by time itself."

So it was less about place and more about timing.

Almost like opening a coffin at the exact scheduled moment.

Wait.

Time?

Rita took out the item she had received along with the revolver.

Unknown Item.

She hooked the chain loosely around her finger and held up the pocket watch.

"Teacher... is this a map of the Graveyard of Bones?"

Foolishness gave her a brief glance. Rita had already put away her lightning companion upon entering her domain. Sensible, observant, and quick to adapt. Traits like that always made teaching easier.

She flicked the watch lightly. The lid sprang open.

Inside, the dial was completely obscured, as if covered by a thick layer of fog. The hands were invisible. No time could be read.

"You will be able to see the time once you arrive at the Graveyard of Bones."

That was as good as a confirmation.

Without pausing for further questions, she continued.

"Even without it, there will be a bell every hour to mark time."

Tracking time internally was a basic skill for any Divine Game player.

Rita frowned slightly.

"Then what is the purpose of the map? Can it show the exact burial points of specific gods or demons?"

If time alone was the key factor, then a map as a top reward had to offer something more.

"When the bell rings, the hands inside the watch will disappear," Foolishness explained. "At that moment, it will display a complete map of the Graveyard of Bones."

She closed the lid again, her movements calm, almost absent-minded, as if recalling something from long ago.

"In addition, you can write the name of a god on the watch to mark them. When their time segment approaches, the watch will heat up as a signal."

That was far more practical than expected.

Rita immediately stored the pocket watch carefully.

Thinking of the upgrade method she had discovered for Faded Homeland, Maple Syrup spoke next.

"Teacher, if we do not have a map, how do we determine when a specific god appears?"

"The answer lies within your divine relics."

That response served two purposes. It answered Maple Syrup, and at the same time, it was a clear reminder to Fury Prayer.

Then Foolishness turned her gaze toward Dawn Cicada and Queque.

"If you are capable enough, those of your own kind within the Graveyard of Bones will become your most generous teachers."

After saying that, she seemed to lose interest in continuing.

Foolishness turned and walked deeper into the palace.

"You are free to do as you wish. There is no need to say goodbye when you leave."

Footsteps sounded behind her.

She did not turn around.

"Why are you following me? I have already explained everything about the map. If you are here to show off Foolishness Game, go ahead and try."

"Not that."

Rita’s voice carried a clear trace of amusement.

Just as Foolishness was considering whether this student had gotten a bit too bold, Rita spoke again.

"Teacher, do you want to test the effect of the Romantic bullet?"

Foolishness stopped.

She turned slightly, her gaze settling on Rita, who had stepped up beside her.

"This is a toy I created," she said evenly. "Yet you sound certain I do not know the effect of this bullet. Is it unique? Does it carry your name as a suffix?"

"You are sharp, teacher," Rita replied. "Yes, it does carry my name."

"And what does it do?"

The revolver spun once in Rita’s hand with practiced ease. A golden butterfly, disturbed from its perch on the barrel, fluttered up and landed lightly on her fingers.

She turned the grip toward Foolishness.

"Before pulling the trigger, you have to wager one of your personality traits."

"If you win, then any treasure you have ever lost will return to you."

"It will ignore all rules, all limitations of time, and all boundaries of space."

"It will come back to you, no matter where it is."