Chapter 1103: One Hundred Thousand Years of Nagging
As Huan Tiansi called out, a grand and sacred consciousness gradually emerged from Huan Tiansi's heart, and a sad, poetic voice rang out in his heart:
"He, you... why are you always so cold and stubborn? Why do you reject my gift? Why do you torture yourself to this extent? Abandoning your loved one, abandoning eternity, abandoning everything... And what do you get in return? Let the world be buried with your willfulness?
"I will bring you all the mysteries of the universe and the truth of all things! Don't you want to know how to go home? Don't you want to know what this world is made of? Don't you want to know how to travel across the world to another world? Don't you want to know the origin and end of civilization?
"I know all this, and you will know it too. The price is but a paltry one: to coexist with me... My friend, you have tens of millions of parasitic species within you! Every mortal cell harbors countless lives. What harm does one more of me do?!"
"There's no point in saying this. Just sit in jail happily with me."
Huan Tiansi sneered: "When I discovered your first attempt to rewrite my will, I will never trust you again."
"I—we have never rewritten any host's consciousness! We only offer 'possibilities', a potentially better approach. We have witnessed the birth and fall of countless civilizations..."
The whispers of the void were still muttering in Huan Tiansi's mind, but Huan Tiansi had already closed his eyes, lay back, and violently threw the Coke in his hand directly at the screen.
"--Shut up."
He opened his eyes again, and the yellowish color in his cold, ruthless pupils had completely faded. "Give me freedom—or give me death."
With his refusal to cooperate, the voice in his heart dissipated again.
Huan Tiansi didn't know whether the next thought that emerged from his mind... would be his original heart, or a rewritten one. If the rewriting was subtle enough, he wouldn't even notice it. And perhaps, if these little bits accumulated... he would gradually become another person.
By then, will I still be myself?
...But if, just to avoid becoming another self, I cut off my emotions and directly transform myself into another self, wouldn't that be...
"—I said, shut up!"
Huan Tiansi violently picked up the Coke cup and threw it at the screen that had just been smashed and regenerated in an instant.
Looking at the screen that had been smashed and then restored, Huan Tiansi gasped as his thoughts gradually emerged:
...He had not once been such a person prone to anger.
But in one hundred thousand years of failure and torture, in one hundred thousand years of long introspection and reincarnation... even his patience and love had long been exhausted.
He had forgotten Amber's name, just as he had forgotten his love for her.
Seeing Aiwass happy at her wedding, he felt a pang of pain. But it was rather that the pain in his heart that made him feel the reality of being alive.
Now, he even began to doubt... Did he really love Amber? Or was it a lie from the beginning? He was simply too lonely after coming to this world, so...
"--Shut up!!"
Huan Tiansi's furious voice echoed lonely at the end of the absolutely deserted world.
Here, his words will not pollute anyone.
This is his "home" and also the prison of his self-exile.
But there was only one thought that could convince Huan Tiansi—a fact he could understand even without the contamination of the Whisper of the Void.
...I'm afraid he can't hold on for much longer.
The more he watched Aiwass grow, the more he watched his plan unfold... and the closer he saw the end of his reincarnation cycle, the more anxious he became. Only at times like these did he wish his humanity wasn't so active.
He couldn't hold on much longer.
He couldn't hold on much longer.
You can't hold on much longer.
I can't hold on much longer...
"Shut up……"
Huan Tiansi sighed, closed his eyes tiredly, and put his hand on his forehead: "Forget it, whatever you want."
He no longer has a human body.
Such actions were of no use to him at all. He simply relied on this "habit" to keep his memory active, so as not to be contaminated by the "knowledge" silently stuffed into him by the whispers of the void and become another person.
He might even have been quietly fed a lot of false memories. Just like he didn't know whether Amber really existed...
“Tsk…”
The moment this thought came to his mind, Huan Tiansi clicked his tongue in annoyance.
——It’s not over today, right?
Is it exciting that Aiwass guessed my plan? The idea that he could easily distinguish truth from falsehood is completely meaningless now. It's closer to provocation than infection...
And on the screen of Huantiansi, Aiwas was communicating with Haibasha.
The miracle of Haibasha's resurrection was finally completed—
——That is indeed a miracle.
It's not like Master Amber, who simply creates a brand new body; nor is it like Aiwass's Candle Child form, who uses ultimate healing abilities to restore a corpse to the living.
Instead, it allows a person who died two thousand years ago to be resurrected and reappear in the world two thousand years later!
It is neither healing nor preservation, but complete "creation" - using pure magic to condense a brand new body out of thin air and give the other party complete life.
This technology is somewhat similar to that of the Swamp People... This thought suddenly emerged in Aiwas' mind.
The resurrected Croxus finally slowly opened his eyes.
She looked at everything in front of her in confusion, and was embraced by the excited Haibasha.
Croxus is a young female elf who looks to be in her twenties. She is over two meters tall, taller than a certain camera elf.
She has long pink-purple hair—her hair is pink on the outside and purple on the inside. This is obviously a special inheritance caused by alienation... At least her parents should not have this color hair.
It's said that Hypatia once had brown hair, while Sherlock now has black hair. So, it's possible that the original Hermes also had black hair...
Croxus held Haibasha in her arms, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment - she didn't know the girl in her arms, but the emotion coming from her crying was so real at this moment.
But when her confused eyes swept over Aiwass and Sherlock, she was suddenly stunned.
She looked at Sherlock in surprise, but soon realized that she had recognized the wrong person; then she looked at Aiwass, her eyes focused on Aiwass's antlers.
Croxer was startled and quickly broke free from Haibasha's embrace. He half-knelt on the ground, his right hand on his chest, and said respectfully in Elvish: "In the name of the morning sun, the blazing fire, and the cinnabar, I worship the sinless one three times. I meet the face of the halo, the son of the candle."
"—I forgive you."
Aiwass knew about the elf ceremony from a lunar month ago, so he responded quickly after a brief recollection.
"Crocthas was successfully resurrected."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he whispered to Haibasha, "In this way... Ms. Haibasha, the commission you gave me has been completely completed."
Croxus was shocked to hear what Aiwass said to the elf girl.
She looked carefully at Haibasha, trying to find even the slightest trace of her mother...
And Haibasha naturally knew that Aiwass deliberately mentioned her name in order to remind Croxus of his identity - and at the same time, he was endorsing himself by using the identity of the Son of the Candle.
So Haibasha nodded gratefully to Aiwass: "Thank you..."
"That's perfect," Aiwass said, taking the opportunity. "I have something to ask of you—something that only an Apostle of the Path of Wisdom can accomplish."
"You can ask for it," Haibasha replied immediately. "If it's something I can do, I will definitely do it for you first."
Looking at the little girl with red eyes speaking to him in a hoarse and sobbing voice, Aiwass suddenly felt inexplicably guilty - as if he was bullying a child.
Aiwass shook his head to dispel the strange thoughts in his mind, then opened the suitcase and placed the hilt of the red-handled sword - the key to open the chapel, and the holy sword Clarent in front of Haibasha: "This is the red-handled sword. It contains the soul of a Sun Knight. I hope you can transplant the knight's soul intact into this holy sword 'Clarent'..."
As Aiwas was speaking, he keenly noticed that Haibasha was looking at the red-handled sword in surprise.
He stopped talking immediately and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"This sword..."
Hypatia looked at it uncertainly for a long time, then looked at Sherlock and Crocus: "It seems to be... the golden sword given to Hercules by Hermes."
"—It was forged by Flame Sky and is called Marmidova."
Croxus replied immediately, "I remember it clearly—the sword's name means 'marble slab', but also 'stone-like fate'. It amplifies the arrogance and violent tendencies of its bearer, and only the purest or the most depraved can wield it.
"Hercules was about to join the Argonaut Expedition, so he asked his father for strength. His father gave it to Hercules as a joke and a test."
Hearing this, Aiwass suddenly realized.
——It turns out that the red-handled sword is Hercules’ golden sword!
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