The player who went to find Randall after the divine descent into the container in Chapter 102 has sent word...
Even if East was extremely anxious, he couldn't just leave whenever he wanted; he had to arrange things properly.
Players set sail from Manhattan Harbour, spreading outwards to ensure no corner was missed.
Before getting any concrete information from Randall, we can only speculate based on his location.
Ister wasn't without other thoughts. The bard's attitude made it clear that the gods had intervened in this matter, and the reason they did this was simply because he was staying within the territory of the Kingdom of Felix, making it difficult for them to act, and they wanted to lure him out.
Besides, the bard's spectator-like demeanor also proved that Areber was not in any immediate danger, which was why he was able to maintain his composure.
East knew perfectly well that staying still was the right thing to do, but he couldn't. His heart felt like it was burning with a raging fire, searing his flesh and soul, the pain so intense he couldn't bear it.
East managed to maintain his composure and methodically arrange his work, hoping to receive good news before he even finished, but that was just wishful thinking.
East worked overtime late into the night to handle urgent matters. If he could compress the timeline a little more, he could leave even faster.
Players usually don't bother Ist at this time, but this isn't a typical time.
Cai Cai pushed open the door to East's study and stormed up to him, saying angrily, "Don't take your health for granted. No one is stopping you from going to sea to find him, but you need to think carefully. If you don't take care of yourself now, will you still have the strength when you get to the sea?"
East's eyes were blank, and it took him a while to come back to his senses before he said slowly, "I'm sorry to have made you worry about me."
"It's my fault, I was too harsh," Cai Cai said. "I'm glad you don't mind. Let's eat dinner first, and then rest. Taking good care of yourself is the most important thing. Don't let him be fine but make you tired."
After his trip to the Sinclair Empire, East had barely finished dealing with the backlog of affairs and had only managed a couple of days of respite when he was about to embark on another long journey, the duration of which was unknown. There was a great deal to arrange, as the Kingdom of Felix was not what it used to be. There were gains and losses, various collaborations, and a multitude of interests involved, not to mention numerous domestic affairs. East couldn't simply abandon his responsibilities, so this was the only option, but he hadn't anticipated that it would cause his players so much worry.
"I understand, I'll be careful." Easter sighed inwardly, but didn't show it on his face.
Cai Cai knew that this was all he could do, and just hoped that the players could find the person as soon as possible.
[Host, the player who went to find Randall has sent a message.] The system said that because the players hadn't been to the place where Randall was, they couldn't teleport there directly and had to run there according to the route, which took more time.
Easter paused in his eating and asked, "How is it?"
[Host, according to the information he sent, he doesn't want you to get involved in this matter personally. This is also Arebo's intention,] the system stated before continuing, [They encountered an accident while working together to destroy a giant "small abyss." The giant "small abyss" was located in the deep sea, only two thousand kilometers away from Manhattan Port as the crow flies.]
Now that the system has explained this, Ister can understand some of the problems. Two thousand kilometers—to put it bluntly, it would take the monsters inside less than two hours to get to Manhattan Port.
"And then?" East suppressed his mixed emotions. "Given their strength and experience, I don't believe they would have an accident so easily."
[Host, you're right, it was the gods who acted.] Even the system, usually so efficient, was now feeling helpless. [They had already wiped out the monsters in that "small abyss," but then the monsters went on a rampage. One of the mages they brought unleashed a massive spell, a spell so powerful it was practically devastating. It not only severely injured the monsters but also wounded them. That mage shouldn't have been able to cast such a powerful spell; it was only because a god descended upon him that he succeeded. The problem lies here: of their fifteen-person team, aside from the mage who was divinely summoned and who was completely dead, and their leader, Areber, who had vanished without a trace, the remaining thirteen were all alive and well.]
Easter mechanically chewed the food in his mouth and asked, "Why?" Was it just because of his ambiguous relationship with Areper?
It seems there is no other reason besides this. After all, he has no relatives or friends, no ties, and apart from Arribel, who else could force him to crawl out of his shell?
“A divine intervention.” East chewed on those two words.
The massive data streams nearly overwhelmed the system. [Host... *sizzle*...]
"System, System, are you alright?" East was anxious and helpless. He didn't want his two closest people on this road to have an accident at this time. If that happened, he felt he might go crazy.
[Host, host, I'm fine. I was just overwhelmed by what I was calculating.] The system streamlined the data flow and reassured Easter. [Host, the bard once used the word "container" to describe Areber. Do you understand what that means?]
“I thought about it back then,” Easter replied. How could he not have thought of it? What reason could possibly lead a group of exceptionally talented individuals to unite against the gods? It must be related to their own interests and lives; otherwise, who would be so foolish as to risk their life for no reason?
The system fell silent. This was a path he hadn't considered. After all, since a god was already a god, he was no longer on the same level as ordinary humans. Their essences were different. It was impossible to forcefully contain the power of a god for a long time, so how could it possibly contain the thoughts of a god?
Take that magician as an example. He only cast one spell and was completely wiped out. But the power used by the gods is probably less than one trillionth of that. You can imagine how fantastical and impossible it is that the gods' idea and actions are.
After finishing his dinner, Easter returned to his desk and began working. He said to the system in his mind, "System, it's not entirely impossible, is it?"
The system was about to retort when it realized something: "They're dreaming, they're indulging in wishful thinking, they're courting death." The system pounded, unusually agitated.
“I can actually understand their thinking,” Easter said. “There’s a ready-made reference point here, and since the chances of survival are slim anyway, why not give it a try?”
The reason why those gods were so slacking off has also been found: they have found another path that they believe is better and safer. Since this world cannot accommodate gods, they will go back to being human. After all, if things are handled properly, being human might be even better.
【What do they take the world consciousness for?】The system became agitated and collapsed. 【This is something that is impossible to succeed at all. The connection cannot be severed as they wish, and the responsibility cannot be shirked as they wish. We are all working diligently for the world here. How can they just stop doing it? If they really take action, it is equivalent to directly destroying the future of this world.】
Every time the world faces a life-or-death crisis, exceptionally talented individuals emerge. They are blessed with great fortune, essentially one in a thousand years appearing together at the same time. They bear the mission of saving the world. If they succeed, all is well; if they fail, they perish with the world.
The things the gods are trying to do are tantamount to courting death, dragging the world down with them. Do they even have a brain? No wonder the world consciousness of this world seems so faint; it turns out they're torturing the world to "death." The system switched to sarcasm mode, delivering a textbook example of lamenting the world's lack of ambition and anger at its misfortune.
East let the system rant and rave in his mind. Once the system was over, he said coldly, "System, whether they do it or not, they are going to die anyway. Why would they care about anything else?"
The system remained silent. It knew that what the host said was true, but it just couldn't express the sadness it felt.
On the devastated continent, players are repairing and mending things. This world, which should have been saved by the efforts of its own people, is being saved by outsiders. How ironic, how tragic.
[Host, is there any way to stop this?] The system was dejected. It knew it was making things difficult for its host, but it really couldn't do anything. This continent couldn't hold on.
“Emperor Patrick should have been the previous Chosen One.” Ister didn’t respond to the system’s words, but instead brought up a seemingly unrelated topic.
【One hundred percent!】The system was certain. Look at the deeds of that emperor; it's practically a classic male protagonist story, except for the terrible ending. 【There are similarities between a thousand years ago and now, and you could even say the situation is better. After all, the gods really couldn't hold on any longer, or maybe they brought it on themselves.】Anyway, the system didn't give the gods a single kind look.
East stopped what he was doing and said slowly, "There's a 'bequest' left by Arribel, do you think Patrick would leave nothing behind?"
The system data froze, and he hesitated, saying, "But we can't rely entirely on them. After all, they didn't succeed back then."
East knew what the system was thinking and patiently explained, "It's not that we're relying entirely on them, but that they know better how to deal with gods, and we can learn from them." Moreover, he had a feeling that what the emperor and the others left behind could probably serve as more than just a reference.
[Host, how can we find it?] The system was worried; this matter hadn't been resolved yet, and now another one had popped up.
East rubbed his temples and said, "There's no rush. The gods won't be in such a hurry. We need to find Areper first. Areper knows more than we do, and he should have the information we need." This deduction can be made by considering the relationship between the Emperor and Cyrus.
Easter didn't mention Patrick the Great for no reason. Based on his limited understanding of him, he could tell that Patrick was an extremely intelligent person. Such people can often calculate things very clearly. In the confrontation with the gods, the outcome was probably unpredictable.
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