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"Our beliefs will remain unchanged."
There was not a trace of falsehood in his words; his unwavering trust in Tibbo and the others shone like a warm light in every single one.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: this time, he would rewrite his predetermined fate with his own strength, and even... personally tear apart the hypocritical mask of "Recreation".
"Aglaia: Are you trying to stop the predetermined future from unfolding in the oracle...?"
"Nakexia: But the result is obvious, this method is completely ineffective."
Tibo: Hmm, Blackie, we've changed the method...
"The Fire-Stealing Walker: Waiting...is useless...destined...to change..."
"Qingque: Sigh, I wonder how many times Brother Bai'e tried."
"Star: Bai E is much older than you."
"Qingque: The people of the Immortal Ship don't care about these details."
Su Chang: Huh? Really?
"Robin: Although it was nerve-wracking, in this cycle, Ms. Aglaia and Miss Tibbo seem willing to believe in Mr. Byrne."
Tibo: Because we are all of the Golden Clan, we share the same beliefs and goals.
"Star: I know, there's a saying: 'How much worse can the Golden Descendants get?'"
"Aglaia: Hmm, very apt. Even the most pathetic Golden Blood is like that Kexia."
"Naka: You want to eat magic bullets, don't you?"
"Cersei: Oh my, I'm almost moved to tears."
"That Moment Xia: Titan, shut up."
"And so, the rock strata began to reverse, and history began to weave anew."
The moment the words fell, the patterns on the rock face seemed to come alive, and a creation story slowly unfolded between the rough rock layers.
[In the scene, the savior in white is tightly protecting the person behind him as they break through the encirclement, the silver hem of his robes drawing a sharp arc in the air;]
On the other side, the black-clad swordsman's blade gleamed coldly as he snatched the flickering flame from the hand of the god of the past.
Beyond this flowing mural, Caislana's figure appears exceptionally frail.
He dragged his dew-covered feet, still shrouded in the cool morning mist, wearily walking along the edge of the mural, his gaze fixed on the ever-changing scenes.
"Through the introduction of an old friend, I met Kerudela, the leader of the Fire Chasing Journey. After a difficult and lengthy negotiation, we reached an agreement—"
His voice carried a hint of hoarseness, as if he were sorting through that heavy past.
"Caesar's allies need 'destruction,' and I am willing to give my all. And the spoils of the fire-chasing—the spark—will be sealed away for me."
After a pause, his tone became more solemn, as if he had returned to the moment when the agreement was made:
[“The premise is: in the upcoming battle, the conquest of the ‘land’…”]
The tone trailed off very softly, followed by a resolute declaration: "I can prove that my power is enough to transcend fate."
【...】
A moment of silence hung in the air before he spoke again, his voice filled with a sigh for the past:
"In the original history, it was a brutal war. In the end, the 'Wild Flute,' a servant of the 'Titan of the Earth' of Georia, slew the maddened Titan and took over the fire that sustained the earth."
[His tone abruptly shifted, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, as if he were recounting an unbelievable turn of events:]
"But this time, Onphalus faced a turning point in his fate."
"Neither side suffered a casualty. When I severed the giant's head and raised the fire high, the crowd cheered thunderously around the divine remains, which had been consumed by golden blood—"
At this point, his voice unconsciously rose, mimicking the excitement and exhilaration he felt at the time.
"—Hail the hero of 'destruction,' who first ignites the glimmer of life."
As he finished speaking, a faint glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, its flickering glow softening his expression in that instant, as if he had truly seen, across time and space, that glimmer of hope that once symbolized life.
"Yes, in the flickering light, the once gloomy path ahead seemed to become traceable."
He murmured softly, as if responding to his past self.
"I proved myself, and in the long years that followed, I brought about the fall of the other Titans one by one."
"What I can do is more than just 'wait.' When time returns to its starting point, the opportunity to change the world will emerge from between the lines of history..."
His tone gradually hardened, carrying a certainty born of hardship: "Until, the cruel future revealed by 'Recreation' is reversed."
"March 7th: Huh? Is this how this cycle of reincarnation is told?"
"March 7th: We thought they were going to show a movie that spans a thousand years."
"Tibo: History...was really changed by Little White?!"
"All Enemies: Ha, not bad, savior."
"Bartrus: Hehehe, you actually took me down so easily... um... Ancestor Zagres, you're truly terrifying~"
"Xia Die: The hero who was supposed to sacrifice himself had a better ending; his death... was also avoided by Lord Bai E..."
Yanqing: I really want to see Mr. Bai'e's battle.
March 7th: But, it seems like it was a failure, right? I have a feeling something bad will be released later.
"Star: ...Is March 7th's big hand about to exert its power again?"
"Tibo: Little White's eyes right now... have a spark of hope..."
"But tell me..."
"If that's truly the case, why have we all ended up with the same fate?"
[The First Eternal Return to the End]
【"......"】
In the courtyard of the Marble Palace, the wind stirred up a few fragmented cloud shadows. Caislan stood alone by the white marble railing, gazing blankly at the distant, mist-shrouded horizon, remaining silent for a long time.
Behind him stood a figure standing silently—a figure identical to himself, Bai E in this cycle of reincarnation.
Bai E's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes swirling with barely suppressed anger, and even his breathing was rapid and labored.
"People kept their promise and allowed you to receive all the torches. In this generation, after Tirisdias, no demigod was born in Onphalus."
Bai E's voice broke the silence first, his words carrying an undisguised heaviness.
"Now that things have come to this, I only want to know, when they vanished into the black tide in their mortal bodies..."
He paused here, then almost gritted his teeth, uttering each word the question that had been nagging at him:
Why didn't you shed a single tear?
【"......"】
[Kauslana's shoulder twitched almost imperceptibly, his gaze sweeping swiftly over Bai Er behind him from the corner of his eye before returning to the distant mist, still offering no response.]
Seeing his silence, Bai E's anger intensified, and his voice suddenly rose several decibels, carrying a chilling undertone:
"Your indifference chills me to the bone. Are they just insignificant footnotes to you?"
"The Fire-Stealing Traveler: ......"
"Bai E: Why...?"
Tibo: Little White, don't say that. Little Black... he's already done his best.
"Aglaia: My teacher, that's Bai E from the video."
"Tinin: We...know, but we can't help it..."
"Saifei: Did I die such a pathetic death in this cycle of reincarnation?"
"Bartleus: Big sister, I died even more pathetically than you."
"Sai Fei: You died young."
"Naka: Tsk... Don't I have a better solution?"
"Cersei: It seems so."
"Firefly: He...is not heartless, he just won't allow it..."
March 7th: Even my other self can't understand me? My eyes are a little wet...
"Xing: Don't cry, baby. Let me wipe you clean."
March 7th: Oh dear, go away.
Topa: It's all in vain.
"Gold dust: That's not necessarily true."
......
At this moment, Toppa and the robin hurriedly arrived at the party carriage.
"Sister? What happened to you?"
At that moment, Sunday in the corner of the carriage seemed to have a robin radar installed; even without turning around, he instantly sensed the arrival of the robin.
Seeing his adorable younger sister arrive so hastily, he immediately asked her with some concern.
"Brother, Mr. Jiang Lin has disappeared."
On Sunday, she frowned slightly. "I'll ask in the group chat..."
As he spoke, Sunday began inquiring about the family on the Starry Sky Train.
A moment later, Himeko, Welt, and the others went directly to the party carriage.
"What happened to Jiang Lin?"
Walter looked at Sunday and asked in a serious tone.
On Sunday, he shook his head. "Jiang Lin is missing. I just asked in the group chat, but he didn't respond."
And just then, a black swan appeared here.
Her appearance shouldn't have attracted much attention, but she was carrying a... ominous flag?