Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

192 Offset

Selma Payne’s POV:

“Can you do it?” Dorothy was not too assured. “This is not like the incubation period of negative emotions. Once you absorb the Quicksand Fog, the historical tracing will immediately begin. We can’t seize the opportunity.”

“How would you know if you don’t try?” I was eager to try. “You hide in the closet. I’ll try again. If it doesn’t work, we’ll think of another way.”

After Dorothy hid, I released another cloud of quicksand the size of a watermelon into the room.

I held my breath and reached out to the Quicksand Fog.

The moment I came into contact with the cold mist, I felt a powerful force tearing my soul apart and dragging it out. I immediately realized that the power of backtracking was forcing me to look at history, so I was in a stalemate with it.

The Quicksand Fog was unconscious, and its power to look back was as rigid as a programmed machine. Against my resistance, it was utterly helpless. It only dazedly pulled at my soul without any intention of taking a roundabout route to save the country.

Such a ‘fool’s play’ was undoubtedly advantageous to me. I immediately tried to compress the historical fragments brought about by the power of backtracking, just like how I compressed my negative emotions. Surprisingly, the historical fragments were like fragile plasticine, allowing people to knead and squeeze them without resisting. Without much effort, I compressed the unorganized historical fragments into a small, concentrated ball the size of a fingernail.

After the historical fragments disappeared, the power of backtracking lost its target and immediately became helpless.

The tearing force gradually weakened, and it was about to dissipate.

I didn’t want to give up such a good opportunity. I tried to eat the power of backtracking, but I gave up in a moment. Its remaining power pulled me in like a vortex. I was caught off guard and almost became a small black hole.

However, this inward protective force was the most perfect natural packaging. I wrapped the compressed orb in my backtrack power and made it into a simple ‘viewing device’.

Anyone who used any force to destroy the ‘packaging’ would trigger the reaction of the power of backtracking and be pulled into the condensed ball to experience the historical fragments contained within.

However, this device was a one-time use. It would disappear after seeing it.

“I’ve succeeded!” I looked at the grey ball in my hand and said excitedly to Dorothy, “The historical fragments have been compressed, and I’ve successfully absorbed the Quicksand Fog without any side effects.”

Dorothy carefully picked up the small ball and exclaimed, “What a genius idea. I dare say that you’re the first person in history to be able to flatten and round the Quicksand Fog at will. All historians will go crazy when they see you!”

I was pleased for a few seconds before I said smugly, “Now, let’s start a free journey of delicious food!”

Dorothy took the History Ball and hid in the closet again. I opened the window completely and let the Quicksand Fog rush toward me.

The rotten wood-flavored cheese wasn’t a delicacy, but I didn’t know if I got used to it after eating it for a long time. In the end, I could taste a faint sweetness from it, which was a little addictive.

I kept compressing history orbs. They were of different sizes and colors and piled up on the ground like the defective decorations discarded by a Christmas tree factory.

Correspondingly, the thick fog outside began to disperse, and the visibility increased little. The werewolf grandmaster and his team members’ fighting figures gradually appeared.

Many team members were injured, and the snow was dyed with scarlet blood.

Master Mary saw me and shouted in surprise, “Selma, what are you doing? Quickly hide in the house!”

“I can deal with this Quicksand Fog!” I replied loudly, “Once the Quicksand Fog disappears, the figures will also disappear, right?”

“This is too dangerous! The nature of the Quicksand Fog is volatile. You will get yourself killed!”

“It’s okay. I’ve already mastered the method to deal with the Quicksand Fog!”

I picked up a History Ball and threw it out of the window. I wanted to give Master Mary a sample, but I didn’t expect the History Ball to hit a figure trying to attack Master Mary. The figure waved his hand and shattered the History Ball, and a wonderful thing happened; the History Ball instantly sucked it in, and then they all disappeared without a trace!

I immediately realized that the History Balls were a weapon to deal with human shadows. I grabbed a large pile of History Balls and threw them out the window.

“This is a History Ball. Inside it is a fragment of history. As long as you don’t try to destroy it, it won’t break, no matter how you knead it! They will disappear together if we use this against the human shadows!”

Some smarter team members immediately picked up the History Balls and threw them at the figures. The irrational figures could not sense anything other than destruction and be easily captured by the History Balls.

I absorbed the Quicksand Fog to create more History Balls while supplying ‘ammunition’ to the people outside the window.

As the Quicksand Fog gradually faded, the number of human shadows created decreased. Under the team’s relentless efforts, they soon became insignificant.

Taking advantage of this time, people began to rescue the members who had been attacked by human shadows or were affected by the Quicksand Fog and had fainted.

I finished absorbing the last bit of the Quicksand Fog.

The moonlight shone on the wolves, and the people who had survived the disaster could not help but smile.