Chapter 49
Chapter 49: Believe and It Will Become True
“True, a true knight!”
With a single sentence, Don Quixote widened his eyes, while Sancho beside him dropped his jaw in shock.
“That’s right, a true knight, didn’t you see it? Don Quixote, those giants are wreaking havoc in the commoners’ wheat field. As a knight, how can you choose to leave?”
Ye Qiyan reached out and pointed at the wheat field, observing back and forth between Don Quixote and the field.
Sure enough, after he spoke these words, Don Quixote looked at the wheat field once more. At that exact moment, the windmills in the field—no, those giants—began to run amok.
“Giants! Giants! That’s right, Sancho, did you see that? Those are giants! Great Dragon Knight, thank you for your reminder!”
Sancho looked back and forth between Don Quixote and Ye Qiyan in confusion.
He even suspected whether he had gone mad; in the wheat field, there were only windmills, where on earth did giants come from?
“Master Don Quixote, those really are just—”
“Enough, Sancho, are you questioning the Dragon Knight?”
Don Quixote excitedly put his cracked helmet back on.
“Lord Dragon Knight, you are right. How can a knight desert in the face of battle? I will fight them!”
He turned his horse around and charged toward the wheat field once again.
From Ye Qiyan’s perspective, the giants in the wheat field grew increasingly tangible as they raised their arms and grabbed at Don Quixote.
“Giants! Prepare to meet your doom!”
Facing a monster dozens of times larger than himself, Don Quixote showed no fear whatsoever, raising his tattered long spear and thrusting it forward.
Bang——
The instant the spear tip touched the giant’s arm, the sound of a gunshot rang out simultaneously.
The bullet fired by Ebony struck the center of the giant’s palm.
At the same time, the spear in Don Quixote’s hand thrust straight into the bullet hole.
The giant let out a painful howl and immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to get back up.
Don Quixote rubbed his eyes, looking at the giant’s corpse before him, and shouted excitedly.
“Haha! Sancho, did you see that? I did it! I killed a giant!”
Sancho did not speak, because he was looking at Ye Qiyan beside him in shock.
In his eyes, the windmill had been instantly pierced by this unfamiliar youth using something resembling a black flute that flashed with gunfire.
“M-Magic… magician?”
Every single bullet fired by Ye Qiyan landed precisely where Don Quixote’s spear thrust.
Thirty-four windmills, thirty-four giants, thirty-four charges.
Don Quixote showed not the slightest bit of fear; his face was filled with excitement.
As one giant after another fell, the space within that paddy field became increasingly distorted.
Even Sancho rubbed his eyes, because he too vaguely saw that those windmills had turned into long-armed giants.
“Giants? Are they really giants like windmills?”
That world was undergoing a transformation, and the one guiding this change was Don Quixote.
As the giants continuously decreased in number, even without Ye Qiyan firing to help, Don Quixote was able to pierce the giants’ bodies with that tattered long spear.
Why?
Because he had already convinced himself in his heart that he could do it.
Just as he had already convinced himself that the things in the wheat field were giants and not windmills.
The perception of this world was changing along with Don Quixote.
Ye Qiyan paid attention to all of this; he understood that the task of this Platform was precisely this.
When the last giant fell, Don Quixote in the wheat field, covered in bloodstains, waved excitedly toward the direction of Ye Qiyan and Sancho.
“Haha, Your Grace the Dragon Knight, friend Sancho! Did you see that?! I did it! I killed all the giants! I am a true knight!”
He held his long spear high, and his scrawny old horse somehow inexplicably appeared tall and mighty.
“Friend Sancho, I didn’t lie to you, did I? Those were giants, and I am the knight who vanquished the giants! From now on, you must call me the Giant Knight!”
“Oh, and Your Grace the Dragon Knight, the Giant Knight thanks you for your help!! You kept me from bringing shame to the name of a knight! I still do not know your name.”
“My name is Ye Qiyan. Don’t thank me; I merely did what a knight ought to do.”
Ye Qiyan’s gaze remained fixed on the wheat field and he paid no attention to Don Quixote’s actions.
“To commemorate the friendship between knights, please accept this!”
A wooden round shield was handed over, which finally made Ye Qiyan turn his head in some surprise.
“For me? Then what will you use afterwards?”
Don Quixote patted his own chest.
“I will go forge another shield. For the sake of our friendship, friend Ye Qiyan, please accept it. From now on, you and I are the Knight Alliance. If you encounter anything you cannot resolve, I will surely come to help you!”
Ye Qiyan originally did not want to accept it, but after seeing the information on this shield, he changed his mind.
[Don Quixote’s Round Shield]
[Use it. When you encounter danger, your ally Don Quixote will come to help you.]
[Make him believe that he is facing a powerful monster.]
[As a knight, he will not retreat.]
[——To witness the friendship between Giant Knight·Don Quixote and Dragon Knight·Ye Qiyan]
Don Quixote and Sancho left to continue their journey.
Watching their retreating figures, Ye Qiyan thought silently: would Don Quixote, having experienced a true battle, still become that loser in the story?
Perhaps a flock of sheep would really turn into an enemy army, and the White Moon Knight would truly be a knight.
As long as he believed it, Don Quixote would charge forward.
“What a terrifying ability; to believe is to make it real. Could this be considered changing the plot? If Don Quixote truly possessed that kind of power, perhaps he wouldn’t have become that loser, right? Tsk tsk tsk, could this also be considered me doing a good deed?”
“Right, I wonder if he would have this kind of ability at other Platforms as well? He should, right? Heh, if he really does, then this is quite a good thing. It makes my acting performance for half a day well worth it.”
Ye Qiyan stroked this unranked wooden shield. If he could truly accomplish the same thing in other worlds… then as long as he dragged things out and gave Don Quixote the confidence to believe he could win, wouldn’t that make them invincible?
Putting the wooden shield back onto the Train, he immediately hurried toward the wheat field.
Because the thirty-four giant corpses in this field were gradually reverting to the appearance of windmills.
The power of “belief” has a time limit.
Ye Qiyan had discovered this ever since Don Quixote left the wheat field, which was why he kept his gaze fixed here.
“Come forth, Processing Bench!”
It would be such a pity to just let these monsters existing in fantasy vanish like this.
Might as well try and see if he could salvage anything from them.
Conveniently, after equipping the Arbitrary Processing Module, salvaging something of this large size was much more convenient.
[Successfully salvaged the corpse of the Long-Armed Giant (Fantasy)]
[Obtained: Giant Skeleton × 1, Phantasm Crystal × 1, Chunk of Meat × 1]
Ye Qiyan could understand the skeleton and the chunk of meat, but what was this Phantasm Crystal?
[Illusory Crystal]
[After consumption, one can awaken within a dream]
“What does that mean? A lucid dream? What use does this thing have?”
Without thinking too much about it, Ye Qiyan continued his salvage work.
Each corpse required ten minutes, making thirty-four corpses take a little over five hours. However, factoring in the time it took for the giants to revert into windmills, the final number he could salvage should be around thirteen.
