Chapter 766 The Other Shore That Cannot Be Reached
This time, Arrodes responded quickly, but the answer disappointed Angel:
"My apologies, dear mistress. Divination is essentially about communicating with the spirit world and obtaining the answers you need through the conditions you know. All information left in the spirit world, whether from the past, originating in the present, or foreshadowing the future, can be obtained through some means."
But... Angel knew that Arrodes had more to say, so he didn't interrupt.
Sure enough, after this paragraph of text disappeared, the lines reorganized into the following paragraph:
"However, the spirit world has no information from before the Chaos Era. Any divination targeting an era before that will fail. This can be explained by the fact that the spirit world has no corresponding information from before that time."
This means that the spirit world is actually a "supercomputer" that can store all the information in the world, but it was not turned on before the First Era?
Angel tried to interpret Arrodes's answer in a way that he could understand.
"So, do you think..." After a moment, she asked again, ignoring the new questions she had already asked, "Is it possible that other highly developed civilizations existed before the First Era?"
On the dressing mirror, several lines of words appeared, shrinking in size:
"I'm sorry, I don't know the answer to this question, but if you want to know, you can ask the 'Seven Lights' of the spirit world. If the spirit world has the answer to this question, then they may be the only ones who know."
The Seven Lights of the Spirit World... "Orange Light" Hilarion and his companions? It's said they possess a status close to that of gods, appearing alongside the spirit world. They could be considered the most knowledgeable beings in this world. Furthermore, Hilarion has shown a certain amount of goodwill towards both me and Klein... Angel pondered this, noting the complete ritual for communicating with the Seven Lights of the Spirit World displayed on the mirror. He quickly wrote it down for future use.
This ritual is not complicated, and does not even require borrowing power from gods or praying for help. Perhaps ordinary people without a foundation in mysticism can easily complete it. The only problem is: whether the other party is willing to respond to you.
Let’s try it later… She muttered, looked back at the dressing mirror, and said:
"I have no further questions."
In this way, excluding the question that Arrodes did not answer, she still owed him one.
Sure enough, a line of text soon appeared on the mirror:
"Dear mistress, could you please come to the master as soon as possible? I think he needs your help now."
Angel was stunned as he looked at the line with red light, which seemed to indicate an ominous question.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
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After returning to reality from the gray fog, Klein felt that the ground beneath his feet was not solid wooden flooring, but soft cotton. This made his steps towards the living room seem a little unsteady, and even his excellent balance was unable to maintain stability.
The scene he just saw still lingered in his mind:
A brilliant light gate above the gray fog, twisted worms, and transparent "cocoons" suspended by thin black threads above the light gate.
And in the cocoons, there are countless souls like him and Zhou Mingrui, wearing modern clothes, with different skin colors and ages.
They were either male or female, some wearing brightly colored clothes, some with delicate features, and they all seemed to be alive, but with their eyes tightly closed and their hands and feet curled up, as if they were trapped in a beautiful dream from which they would never wake up.
Among them, three cocoons had been opened and were empty inside.
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Klein sat powerlessly on the single sofa, his neck bent back, lying on the soft backrest. Enzo, the "Winner," dressed like a servant, took the initiative to bring him a cup of hot lemon tea, then quietly stepped away. Ludwell, the "Admiral of Hell," stood quietly in the corner, like a dutiful guard.
Oh, he was still deceiving himself at this time, using a secret doll to pretend to be alive... The corners of his mouth twitched, and he put on an ugly smile. He picked up the black tea and drank it all in one gulp regardless of the temperature. In the burning sensation from his lips to his abdomen, he regained some of his thinking ability.
Like a rusty machine being relubricated, Klein began to ponder the meaning of those cocoons.
"There's no doubt that the time travel I thought I'd experienced wasn't a random event. It wasn't even an 'event'... Some extremely high-level being, or perhaps some kind of sealed object, captured a large number of people from my time period on Earth. They then suspended them, us, in cocoons on a light portal. At a specific moment, they were sent to the real world, where they were attached to a recently deceased corpse and 'reborn'..."
It's like aliens kidnapping humans for experiments. Among the missing people every year, maybe some are like me... He thought self-deprecatingly about the scene where his photo appeared on the missing person notice in the corner of the local newspaper, and the expressions of his parents, relatives and best friends when they saw the news, and lowered his head.
This experience was essentially not much different from what he had previously considered "time travel," but there was one important difference:
All the souls in the cocoons were taken away and hung above the light gate at almost the same time. This could be seen from their clothing. Klein even saw the latest smartphone in one of the cocoons.
From the memories of Emperor Roselle, also known as "Huang Tao" in the diary, we can see that he was chasing Gao Qiming, watching Douyin, playing Porn Star and Chicken Dinner, which was obviously not far from his own era.
But he "traveled" to this world two hundred years earlier than himself!
This means that the light gate and the cocoon began to "release" travelers at least two hundred years ago. Considering that there was an unknown traveler who was released, this time may be even earlier, perhaps even more than a thousand years ago...
This could well explain why the two had similar memories before "crossing over," but appeared in this world so many years apart. This was a question that Klein had repeatedly thought about but could not answer. Now, it made sense to understand it by using the different order of "capture" and "release" of the cocoon.
Thinking of this, Klein lowered his head even more.
He had been in the cocoon, bumping into hundreds of unfortunate people who shared the same fate, swaying in the wind, for at least two hundred years and at most a thousand years.
Whether this is a different world, a planet outside the solar system, or a legendary parallel world...
...have been separated from the era in his memory by a long river called "time".
Even if he returned to Earth immediately, it would probably not be the "home" he was familiar with, and the people he was familiar with would no longer be there.
In two hundred years, my grandson's grandson will be a grandfather... No, I haven't even had a relationship, so how can I have grandchildren...
Surprised that he still had the energy to complain, Klein took a deep breath, shook his head, and brought his thoughts back on track.
Only then did he realize that his emotions were not as desperate as he had imagined.
Ever since he "traveled through time," his ultimate goal had always been to "return home." Even though a previous traveler had already attempted it and clearly failed, Klein still felt that he might be the luckier one.
If I were in that state and discovered the truth about "time travel," I might really have a mental breakdown and lose all hope in life. Considering that I had just taken the potion and was promoted to a "Weird Mage," my spirituality was still unstable. I might lose control and turn into a mass of objects similar to the twisted worms on the light gate... Klein muttered, and the corners of his mouth quietly curled up, revealing a smile.
He found that the reason why he was emotionally stable was because his "ultimate goal" had changed unconsciously.
After integrating into the identity of "Klein Moretti" and having brothers and sisters to worry about, he wanted to give them a better life as compensation;
After joining the Nighthawks and meeting his new colleagues and partners, he was delighted by their promotions, angry at their dangers and sacrifices, and felt a desperate urge for revenge;
After seeing the suffering of the poor in Backlund's East District, he hesitated when he wanted to do something for them, even to change the entire society, and donated his precious money;
Finally, it is the joy of meeting her, getting to know her, and finally being together with her...
Before discovering the truth, Klein even considered carefully whether, if he found a way to return home, he would continue to stay in this world, or find a way to take her with him...
Thinking of this, Klein seemed to see Angel's light golden hair, eyes as gorgeous as purple gemstones, fair cheeks, and light red lips again...
Wait, this isn't an illusion?
He suddenly realized that Angel had come to him without him knowing when, and was looking at him with a worried look, raising his hands hesitantly, as if to hug him, but was cautious not to disturb him.
Her dress was torn into countless pieces, and the fair skin underneath was dotted with blood. A trace of ominous death power slowly spread around.
She rushed here from the northern continent across the raging sea at the fastest speed, and didn't even avoid the most dangerous area?
Feeling a sudden pang of distress, Klein stood up from the sofa and embraced Angel. The coolness in his arms made him unable to help but ask:
"Why were you so careless on the way here?"
"It was Arrods who said you needed help, so I thought something happened..." Angel muttered. He didn't struggle to break free from his arms, but tilted his head obediently, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "Are you okay just now? I noticed that you looked very strange, as if you had encountered something terrible?"
Arrodes, that dog-licking mirror again... No, it's been working really hard these past two days, so let's not call it that for now... Klein thought secretly and decided not to tell Angel about his discovery above the gray fog.
The main reason is that I can't explain the "Fool" thing. As a "world", I can't wander around the Fool's kingdom at any time...
"I'm fine. I just recently became a 'Strange Mage' and I'm not used to my new extraordinary abilities."
"New abilities?"
Angel's attention was indeed diverted, and he asked curiously.
"Yes, it's an amazing ability. I'll show it to you now..."
The corners of Klein's mouth curled up again, and he held her tighter in his arms.
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