Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 239 - 0239 Time (In honor of the League of Legends Alliance Leader who quit for good! Five more requests for subscriptions!)

Chapter 239: Chapter 0239 Time (In honor of the League of Legends Alliance Leader who quit for good! Five more requests for subscriptions!)

Translator: 549690339

‘No…Impossible!’

‘It can’t be as I think…’

‘Otherwise, this is not just some evil spirit or the work of a demon professional…but a more terrifying, truly unsolvable ‘demon’s’ curse!’

‘It’s not the curse of the field of destiny…but…time!’

‘…An unsolvable cycle.’

Despite his bold assumptions, the cautious Su Lu felt a dry mouth and unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The noise of the banquet, the hustle and bustle of the dance floor, contrasted wildly with his chilling heart.

Gurgle!

Su Lu drank the champagne in one gulp, feeling that even this shadow clone needed warmth. He wanted to drink a glass of strong alcohol, the stronger the better.

He took a deep breath, stopped a waiter, and slightly smiled while asking, “Excuse me, where is the washroom?”

Following the direction indicated by the attendant, he slipped into a corridor. Looking around and finding no one watching, he immediately climbed out the window.

He had been here before and remembered that after climbing out of the corridor, he could hide in a cluster of shrubs and spy on the garden.

The view here was not bad, he could just see the edge of the ancient well.

Su Lu used the power of the [Wanderer], hiding in the shadows; the lines of his figure seemed to become illusory.

This shadow affinity constitution of the [Shadow Warrior] could even support the learning of some shadow spells.

Of course, since it was a clone, it only had two or three percent of the effect, but with the cover of the night, it was enough.

“In the silent night, you seem to have left.”

“I hear your voice, but I cannot see your face.”

“I can’t touch you… I can’t touch you…”

A slightly vicissitudinous and sad song looped in Su Lu’s ears.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, two figures came to the garden.

It was Owen and his father.

Behind them, many family members of the Dougweir family followed, their faces solemn.

“Owen!”

Owen’s father, the shadow ‘speaker’, Nellin Dougweir, looked at his son softly, “You are my pride…I am proud of you, as is our family!”

“Thank…thank you…but can we not do this here…I’m scared…”

Owen’s smile was forced.

“Son… don’t be afraid, that is your destiny! It’s a responsibility you can’t avoid!”

Nellin said with a sigh.

At this moment, Owen looked clearly more frightened.

The banquet, the well-dressed crowd, the music, the ancient well… all the elements of the curse were present, he was afraid that he would fall into that old well suddenly and die terribly.

“Owen… take this, it’s your diary, your things.”

Nellin handed Owen a diary.

The classical music playing seemed to enter its most melodious part:

“You seem to have left…”

“Turning into a butterfly in the ring of time…”

“I can hear your voice, but I can’t touch you…”

“My diary?”

Owen looked at the antique notebook in his hand that was about to fall apart, shook his head and said, “This isn’t mine…”

He didn’t have the habit of keeping a diary at all!

“No! It belongs to you, the time is almost here!”

Nellin’s expression became grave: “I’m proud of you, my son!”

He gently pushed with his right hand, which seemed to carry an invisible force.

Owen was drawn to the edge of the ancient well, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Although he knew he was destined to fall into this well, he didn’t expect that it would be his father who would push him.

“Fulfill it, complete the cycle of time!”

With another push from Nellin, Owen fell into the well.

No thud came, as if the well were infinitely deep.

Under the moonlight, the music of piano mixed with violin still melodious.

Under the complex gazes of many family members, the well gradually faded and disappeared, as silently as it came.

“No!”

“We haven’t disappeared! Haha!”

After waiting a few minutes, many members suddenly cheered: “We’ve completed the cycle of time! As expected…Owen is the key!”

“Yes…but I’ve lost my son. I remember what he looked like when he was born, every sorrow and joy during his growth, even his preference for women, he was inclined towards loli types…but now, he’s gone forever.”

A complex and indescribable expression appeared on Nellin’s face.

‘Sure enough… it’s a time-based curse.’

Su Lu, who had been ‘listening’ to the entire process, had his eyes widened.

‘So Owen Dougweir is the historical Big Owen, the first verified ancestor of the Dougweir family!’

‘He was cursed by time… is he a transmigrator who has returned to history?’

‘Perhaps… he left a notebook that recorded the content of that time. It was passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the family head…’

‘That’s why his clansmen fear and respect him, secretly arranging all this… because it’s a paradox! If Owen Dougweir doesn’t travel through time on his 25th birthday, the Dougweir family will cease to exist in history, and these blood relatives will likely be instantly erased!’

‘Even the banquet, the grand attire… it’s considered as ritual requirements, and meticulously followed…’

‘Owen Dougweir… I thought your ancestors were mighty, but I didn’t expect… Big Owen to be you!’

‘You, who traveled back to ancient times, at the end of your struggle, only became the builder and namer of Lore City and left an extraordinary family? No wonder, even if a salted fish time travels, it’s still a salted fish. Your limited achievements are likely the result of environmental constraints.’

Su Lu had seen the part of Owen that was content with doing nothing, so he knew the effects of the comfortable environment on him.

But witnessing this scene, Su Lu couldn’t help but feel a complex emotion.

‘If this was indeed caused by a demon, it would represent a horror that exceeds my original imagination… it means that it not only dabbles in the ‘field of time’, but also delves deeply into it…’

‘No… even a true god could not possess such power!’

‘Perhaps… a parallel world? Did Owen go to another timeline?’

Su Lu felt his head start to throb.

The intense fear and horror this suggested was too much for him to remain calm.

‘No… I should go.’

Seeing the Dougweir family members preparing to wrap things up, Su Lu, too, prepared to leave without a trace.

He didn’t know how to classify this event yet.

In practice, Owen didn’t die, so it can’t count as a homicide.

After all, Owen’s father messing with his son is a family affair, Su Lu shouldn’t interfere.

‘Can this indeed be considered another form of ‘ripping off one’s own father’?’

Su Lu silently complained, preparing to dissipate this shadow clone, ensuring there was no evidence.

“There’s a peeper!”

Just then, Nellin Dougweir’s pupils flickered with purple light, looking towards a corner.

Whoosh!

In that corner, a shadow emerged and quickly left the garden, bolting off into the distance.