Chapter 121: Differences in World Lines
A black-haired man who called himself a ninth-order finisher stood to the side, watching the scene before him; he was now an outsider.
It seems the invitation has attracted some very important people.
Hod disappeared at some point, apparently to fetch other librarians.
Aside from the one who was talking to Angela, the other two were also chatting.
The one with the clockwork head looked a bit awkward, while the black-haired one was completely at ease, chatting unilaterally with the clockwork guy.
Not necessarily. He seems to be able to understand the meaning behind those ticking sounds, and it's not just him speaking unilaterally.
"Who are you?" Dante sized up the black-haired youth in front of him. After the attention of the library faction shifted away from him, the poor executive manager finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The person who appeared with him was clearly very calm, even... Dante felt that he knew him, his self before he lost his memory.
"From this perspective, it really is the first time." He didn't answer his own question, but instead said some inexplicable things.
However, Dante got used to it; whether people knew him or not, they would all be drawn to his "head".
However, this time it wasn't what Dante thought. When X said "the first time," he meant seeing "himself" from a third-person perspective.
This is different from looking in a mirror; it's a completely third-person perspective. If he didn't know it was himself, he would have wanted to touch this clockwork man...
As I was thinking, a restless hand reached out towards the small flame on the black and red clock...
Dante watched as the hand drew closer and closer to him, until it was snatched away on the spot.
Carmen, still dressed as Angela, shoved the X back into place. She had forgotten that her descendant from another timeline had undergone significant personality changes due to the shifts between worlds.
It's not that being lively is bad, but... well, it's a very strange type of A.
X is unaware that he has unknowingly become a fashion item for Carmen in his world.
Carmen's movements were not insignificant, naturally attracting the attention of two people not far away.
Angela, now a library director and former chief secretary of Lobotomy Corporation, along with A, a classic, serious, and super reliable adult, watched the show together.
Angela felt a long-lost headache, a suffocating feeling, especially since the person who was her prototype was dressed up as her.
It looked like watching a movie about her time at Lobotomy Corporation and the various X movies in the cycle of reincarnation, but each time at the end of the script, that X would gradually approach the image of A.
She suddenly became very curious: what period was this X from? Could it be that the middle level hadn't been opened yet?
She didn't realize that she had unconsciously uttered those words aloud, and A clearly heard them.
"He is me from another world, Ein who has ended his cycle of reincarnation."
Angela turned around very quickly, her face showing a huge question mark.
This obviously unreliable person is A, the one who ended everything?!
A noticed her confusion: "Like you, Angela in that world didn't allow the Seed of Light to fire for long enough. She forcibly removed Ein, who was the vessel."
As beings of light, he is the same as Carmen; they can see the developments within the "Mirror World."
"However, there was a slight mishap."
The librarian's tone regained its composure; she had already figured it out: "That headless gentleman is him, isn't he?"
Dante is not from another timeline A; he and the black-haired youth who is still trying to touch the flame are the same person.
"Am I still with him in that other world?" the librarian asked, looking at the group of people making a ruckus.
"The child used the remaining light to keep Lobotomy Corporation afloat."
There was no need for further words; the librarian understood the underlying meaning.
"Will you resent me? Resent me for taking away the light and ruining your plans?"
The black-haired youth patted the librarian on the shoulder: "You've done enough. I'm the one who should be resented. I'm sorry."
"You just want to live, that's your choice, and I have no right to judge you."
Roland had his eyes half-closed, seemingly lost in thought. His hearing wasn't as sharp as Algaria's, but at this distance, he could still hear things clearly.
really……
"Roland?" Someone called his name, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up and saw the place that had been in chaos.
It was X. He waved to him, signaling him to come over.
Having regained his composure, Roland naturally approached. He needed more information, and there was no better source of information for these directly related individuals.
Besides, he asked me to come over, not the other way around.
"What can I do for you?" asked the flexible, black-clad mute.
X remained silent. What was wrong with Roland? Something seemed off about him.
Roland could feel those golden eyes scrutinizing him, and at the same time, the expression of the person who owned those eyes slowly changed.
He seemed very confused. Could it be that he knew himself?
"Do you know him?" Dante looked over curiously and asked, muttering to himself.
"Yes, I really didn't expect him to work in a company in this world, even though the assistant librarians there were all unfamiliar faces."
Also... Roland noticed this choice of words.
It is known that Lobotomy Corporation still exists in another world, so did he go there to work? Did he become an employee of Tsubasa?
Looking at Dante's clock, X really wanted him to tie Roland up and take him back, so that when the middle finger came knocking again, he could just go for Roland.
Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking. Dante had just been given a good beating by Ricardo, and little did he know that in the not-too-distant future, his middle-finger friend would beat him up again.
Roland sat down naturally, looking very interested: "Am I an employee of Company L with you?"
“Not only you, but Angelica and Algaria are also here.”
I feel reassured about the color family pack.
"Angelica... is she alright?" Roland's voice suddenly became hoarse for some reason.
Strangely enough, before she even showed up here, she had punched the Silent Band and kicked the penniless.
Roland looked at the increasingly strange expression on X's face and got the answer: she was fine, that was great.
He immediately started complaining about the third person: "Why is Algaria here too?!" "Can't he just be a proper finisher? Is working at Wingli really that enjoyable?"
"Microphone test, whoosh... Can you hear me?"
Dante, who had been listening quietly, suddenly let out a very brief whistle; someone was speaking in his head!
"Oh, wrong number. Never mind, let's go together."
As Dante listened to the gentle female voice in his ear, he suddenly had a bad feeling. Was he about to do something inappropriate?
"I'm blocked!"
Ms. Carmen was indignant. Since Carmen and Ein already existed in this world, she wouldn't let them in!
Even X and Dante got in because their names were different, but she only had the name Carmen, so she couldn't have gotten in even if she wanted to.
Then, Dante heard the many twisted guiding lights in his mind frantically muttering.
Just as his pointer was about to start circling, Carmen's one-sided voice finally stopped.
"It's almost time."
As soon as Ms. Carmen finished speaking, A's figure, which was not far away, and Carmen, who maintained Angela's appearance, began to become illusory in sync.
“Ah, it’s been so long,” Carmen said.
A: "Go do what you want to do. There's no script here. Follow your heart."
After he finished speaking, he nodded to X, who had generously sponsored the watch face, and then disappeared.
Angela instinctively reached out her hand, only to find nothing.
With a clang, a clock exactly like the round object around Dante's neck fell onto the table.
Dante instinctively touched his head, let out a long sigh of relief—his head was still there…still there?!
Where did this come from?
X picked up the clock, and at the same time, another item appeared above the clock face—a book.
The cover says "Ain," it's the Book of Ain.
Roland went to see Angela, but he wasn't sure how she would react.
But the librarian just stared at the book that had fallen into X's hands and remained silent for a long time.
“Take it with you,” Angela said. It was her decision, and A probably thought so too.
She snapped her fingers, signaling the end of this interlude and that she needed to think things over carefully.
Following the orders of the person in charge, the library threw the two men out.
Looking at the back door of the bus in front of him, Dante felt as if he had forgotten something important.
The only thing I vaguely remember is... having Roland give the middle finger?
Who is Roland? Why would he dare to give the middle finger? Isn't he afraid of being held a grudge?
X returned to his office, bringing with him the clock that served as a makeshift power bank, and—the Book of Ain.
He doesn't have a chance to look at it right now because the Level 2 alert is making its presence felt; he has to get back to work, he'll look at it after get off work.
But...did he forget something?
The orange sunset reflected on the azure sea, making it as radiant as Ishmael's hair.
Sonia and two "Olga" from another world sat on the beach.
"When will that supervisor you mentioned send someone?" Otis asked, now that she was sober.
Ishmael also looked over.
Sonia was about to make another call when a long cry came from the sea.
It's a whale.
The beautiful creature leaped out from beneath the sea surface, but instead of falling back into the water, it soared directly into the sky.
Like an airship, it slowly hovered high in the sky, leaving only three people on the beach splashed with water.
Ishmael touched her face, wiping away the strands of hair that were stuck to it, her yellow-green eyes fixed on the flying creature.
For some reason, she always had a strange urge, like to prick it, or prick it again and again.
Sonia wiped the seawater off his face. He had heard about this whale when he was with Fyodor.
"Beluga Whale"
This is not a living being, but the superpower of an individual with supernatural abilities.
It is the superpower of Herman Melville, the leader of the American superpower organization "The Combine".
Sure enough, the white-haired old man was standing at a distance, holding a camera and taking pictures of the beautiful creature.
Until—he discovered that there were three drenched chickens in his photo that shouldn't have been there.
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Author's Note: When I was in jail, I really wanted to send Roland to beat people up [crying][crying]
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