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Chapter 203 - 203 1008
Chapter 203 - 203 1008
203 1008
Remides felt her will shatter into countless fragments before scattering down the river of time.
This pain only lasted for a very brief moment.
Or perhaps the word “instantaneous” was sufficient to describe the feeling?
In short, this was an experience that couldn’t be described to others. She could see the sunrise and sunset at the same time, see a tree sprout, produce a green crown, wither, and be covered in snow at the same time. She could see generations of different people in a family repeating the same mistake.
!!
If she had to find a word, she was seeing connected “rings.”
Of course, it was much more complicated than rings.
She also slowly began to be woven into a ring—correction; she was tracing her past and piecing together infinite karma nodes into one.
It was like the entirety of a ring.
“1008, 1008, 1008…”
She wasn’t sure if she was muttering to herself.
…
“Remides? Is that you?”
William looked at the elven woman tied to the throne by countless chains that were emitting thick fog. She wore an ethereal crown that resembled smoke as he shouted tentatively,
The Ranger who had adventured with him back then looked to be only sixteen. She looked young and lively, and she was flat.
Although William knew that the appearance of the elves would change drastically after more than 1,000 years, it was still difficult for him to associate this well-rounded and stoic-looking woman with the name Remides.
The other party didn’t answer him.
“It’s her, but who are you?”
An aged voice sounded from the side. William turned his head. It was an elder wearing a rough linen robe and an austenite pendant around his neck.
Member of the Tacma Church? But why are they here?
Before William could speak, Morton, who was kneeling in front of him, answered for him.
“He’s a guardian sent by the Eighth Order to protect the prophet.”
If you say so…
William couldn’t be bothered to explain to them. Instead, he pointed at the throne and asked,
“What happened to her?”
“She’s fighting a war that belongs to her alone,” the elder replied.
William, who knew the Tacma Church’s style of speech, immediately said, “Please speak normally.”
The other party frowned and said, “A dangerous ritual. These chains were set up to prevent her loss of control.”
“What ritual is it exactly?” William pressed.
The elder turned to Diana, who nodded at him.
“The King of Mist’s coronation ritual.”
William’s main body in the library immediately used this keyword to search for relevant information.
“How dangerous is it?” William asked.
…
Remides had already gone back 800 years and saw herself, who had just been elected as governor, and integrated that moment into a complete part of her.
Of course, this description was still based on the logic of a karmic cycle. There was no such logic in the cycle of time.
She thought of a better analogy.
Karmic time was like a small pond, and she was a naughty child who extended her five fingers into the pond in the shape of claws.
Every finger represented herself in a different time node. From her pinky to her thumb, they together symbolized her life.
Cyclic time was the outside world, and her main body was herself in cyclic time.
From the looks of it, every one of us is a fragment scattered on the timeline…
Or could it be that this was the truth of creation? The Holy Spirits crushed themselves and spread themselves across the timeline.
She suddenly thought of a problem.
If she succeeded and wrote the man’s return into her weaving cycle, it meant that the man had returned before her attempt.
It could even be said that the cessation of the Shattered Sea storm was his doing.
Perhaps he had already saved Blake and was on his way to save her.
If that were the case, it would be amazing.
She couldn’t help but wonder if the other party would rush over to save her and Ava State if she hadn’t done so.
…
After hearing the Tacma Church elder’s explanation, William rushed over and grabbed his collar.
“What have you done?!”
Although William couldn’t use spells above the Apprentice level, as a player with all six stats maxed, he could easily lift the old man even if his physique was discounted by Mirror Shadow.
The other party couldn’t resist at all.
According to the other party, he was only a phenomenon meant to assist Ava State rulers. He couldn’t do anything that exceeded his responsibility.
Of course, this also meant that William couldn’t kill him even if he broke his neck.
...
“You aren’t a guardian of the Eighth Order.”
He suddenly said after seeing William’s agitated action. He also cast his gaze at the iron plate hanging around William’s neck.
The surrounding mist suddenly surged just as he finished speaking, surging towards the throne like a wave before circling it.
From afar, it looked like cotton candy.
In less than a few seconds, the entire throne was wrapped in the slowly spinning thick mist and turned into the shape of an egg.
…
Tracing all the way back, she finally returned to that day.
On that day 1008 years ago.
She decided to start weaving her closed loops from here.
Twilight Fortress, Round Table Hall—when the 13 people were still around
She stood beside her past self and looked at the man sitting opposite the door.
...
Compared to large-scale rituals that could only be carried out by consuming a large amount of mana as fuel, the mana she brought with her could only be said to be negligible.
However, she didn’t plan on becoming a god.
She looked at the man and prepared to complete the closure with this as the starting point.
…
William threw the person to the side and walked towards the cocoon wrapped in mist.
“You’re not one of Terra Riel’s,” the old man stumbled up and said.
“Anyone can tell as long as they aren’t blind,” William replied.
“You’re loyal to Holy Spirit Kane.”
“Or there’s another possibility.” William continued.
Then, he threw himself into the mist as well.
…
“Then, goodbye.”
What Remides wanted to do was very simple. She wanted to use herself as an anchor to stabilize William Kane as cyclic time’s phenomenon.
1008 being one cycle.