Chapter 511 Adam
Looking at this warm face, Angel suddenly recalled some fragments that she had overlooked, or some that she once remembered but were now blurred.
In the alleys of Enmat Port, I had a brief conversation with this man with blond hair, a golden beard and clear eyes.
At Tingen's home, he tried to restore the other person's appearance, but his hand-drawn sketch was erased when he prayed to the goddess of night for an answer.
Not long ago, I passed by him again on the island of Oravi and received his friendly and polite smile.
Furthermore, during today's operation, the other party had stood by his side the entire time, following him from beginning to end all the way to the private port outside Bayam City.
But she was completely unaware until "Adam" said her name!
Not only Angel, but even the vigilant "Finger" Maduni, "Mad Captain" Victor, and the hooded man who displayed the strength of a demigod and won the battle in an almost crushing manner, did not notice that there was such a mysterious person quietly observing them on the field.
Even the "Sea King" Yann Kottmann, who was still hovering nearby, occasionally pulling out a stream of water vapor in the air and stirring up a howling wind, and the Storm Church Saint who was paying attention to all unusual movements around him, ignored him.
At this moment, this "ignored" power even enveloped Angel, allowing her to recall her lost memories in the center of the battlefield.
"Who are you?"
Her memory was still hazy, and she asked back in confusion.
"Adam," the blond-bearded man didn't seem annoyed by the repeated answer. "Right now, even if they see you, they'll subconsciously ignore you. Only a few high-ranking beings, using special methods, can know the truth beneath 'psychological invisibility.'"
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, even smiled and nodded slightly, as if greeting Yan Kautman who was flying again, but the latter just flew over at a low altitude, as if he had given up looking for the missing demigod near the burning "one-eyed skull", and instead flew in another direction and soon disappeared.
Obviously, the “higher beings” that Adam refers to do not include saints.
Could it be that he was referring to angels?
Angel suddenly remembered the "Ring of Madness" he had used before. This magical item was formed by a sequence 7 of the "Audience" pathway, "Psychologist". Its effect could make people ignore the wearer's appearance and treat him as an ordinary person's face that they could see everywhere and then forget.
When returning to Tingen from Enmat Harbor and once again coming to Mr. Fool's gray fog space, Angel's partially hidden memories were also remembered. At that time, she asked the Hanged Man how to achieve this effect. The other party said that at least the "audience" must be a demigod.
"Are you an angel from the 'audience' path?"
After connecting the clues, Angel confirmed carefully, his tone becoming much more respectful.
No matter what, the other party used "psychological invisibility" to save himself from the hooded man. At least he is not a hostile enemy... right?
As if sensing Angel's inner doubts, Adam, dressed in a simple white robe with a strangely shaped silver cross pendant hanging on his chest, smiled and answered:
"I have no hostility towards you, at least not yet."
He, no, He can hear my inner thoughts?
Angel was startled and quickly suppressed all the strange thoughts in his mind.
"Don't be so scared. This is just a brief conversation. I'll take this opportunity to save you and answer your questions."
Sure enough, it was He who saved me... Angel confirmed this and felt relieved, but more doubts immediately arose.
He, why did you save me?
"Why?" Adam asked before she could speak. "Of course, it's because I need to 'maintain' my design and avoid any accidents."
Design? Does it mean that I followed "Finger" Maduni here, searching for evidence of "Mad Captain"'s human trafficking, and that He anticipated this? Or, was the whole thing simply orchestrated by this "audience" angel, just like, like "0-08"?
Angel felt his scalp tighten, as if a small electric current was passing through it.
"You must be thinking of that seal in Tingen, which had some 'design' for it. But that's not the case with me. Or rather, it's more than that," Adam answered before she could even ask. "Your life, your memories, your actions—they were all my 'design'."
"ah?"
He uttered a single sound unconsciously, and then Angel understood what Adam said.
"Are you saying that everything I've done over the past six months, like '0-08' writing Tingen's story, was orchestrated by you?"
She asked slowly with a hint of hesitation, a hint of panic, and a hint of expectation.
This time, Adam gave her enough time and did not "answer" in advance. After Angel finished speaking, he held the silver cross on his chest and answered.
His words were gentle and kind, but their content was like a sharp knife, stabbing Angel's heart and destroying her last bit of hope.
“Rather than arrangement or design, I prefer to call it fantasy.
"Do you believe there really are two worlds with identical environments, similar cultures, and similar biological populations? Do you believe you're the lucky one who can return to another world after death and live another life with your memories? Do you believe all your memories of the past are coherent and true?"
"I……"
Angel subconsciously wanted to refute. Her knowledge came from another world, with a completely different writing system and culture from here...
"For example, you have all that advanced knowledge and cutting-edge technology in your head, but do you still remember the details? Or your life, your family and friends from your 'previous life,' do you still remember their faces? Are the words that only you know truly known only to 'you'?"
Each question was like a sharp arrow that pierced Angel's heart, making her heart seem to roll from the beach into the sea and sink to the bottom of the water.
She wanted to cite "computers" and "nuclear weapons," which are the technological achievements of modern society, but she found that she only knew the names and usages, but did not understand the principles; she wanted to refute with the names of her relatives and friends, but found that she only had vague and general memories, and she could not even recall the name of the goddess she believed in in her previous life!
By the way, I, I still have evidence!
With a start, Angel reached for his waist, pulled out the "Lucky" revolver, removed the magazine with trembling hands, carefully pulled out the bullet, and placed it in the palm of his hand.
When she saw the familiar engravings and runes on the shell, her heart finally settled down a little.
"Bullets that don't exist in this world, huh?" Adam laughed again, a laugh both amiable and eerie. "'Gathering Storms'—if you're willing to be taken back to the Church of Storms by the Mandated Punishers, you'll find they also use small quantities of this special ammunition, which is difficult to manufacture and less effective than spells. 'Phantom Phosphorus Eruption'—was invented and used by the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun in the Fourth Epoch, along with the Solar Realm's 'Purification Bullet'."
"As for the bullets you used in Tingen to kill the offspring of the gods, made by sacrificing high-level talismans, the followers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom are very good at this kind of thing."
"Do you believe that the knowledge and power systems of two different worlds can be interchangeable? That simply by changing the object of prayer, you can harness the power of 'the other world'?"
Each sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Angel's heart, leaving her unable to utter a word of rebuttal. The bullet in her palm that she had made with her own hands now became unfamiliar, like an execution weapon that was about to be shot into her heart.
"So, Russell?"
She spoke softly, her voice hoarse and low, as if grasping at the last straw, trying to save herself from the flood that was drowning her head.
"If even the memories in your own head are no longer trustworthy, why would you think that the knowledge he created is something you are familiar with?
"Or maybe you still have some hope that you are the unique one?"
Adam's right hand loosened from the cross on his chest, stretched it forward slightly, and pointed at Angel. His light-colored pupils were dyed with pure gold, the same color as his hair and beard.
In an instant, the surroundings grew dim, and a new memory entered Angel's mind.
She lay on the cold floor, her eyes opening with difficulty. Two figures stood in front of her. One of them was Adam, the man in white robes, and the other was shrouded in darkness like the night.
"Her memory has been shaped," Adam said to the figure beside him, his tone as gentle as it was now. "She will forget her past memories and sins and regard herself as a reborn, clean and pure person. From now on, the affairs of Tingen will be handed over to you."
The other figure nodded slowly.
"Now, do you remember it? That 'initial' memory."
Angel's eyes became bright again. The man in white robes standing on the beach, standing alone and spotless amid the noise of sailors and slave girls around him, opened his arms.
"Now, do you still consider yourself 'yourself'? Angel Granger?"
"Or perhaps it would be better to call you by your original name, Cole Granger."
The final blow shattered all hope in Angel's heart.
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