Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 36 One Thousand and Eight
Remedios felt her will shattered into countless pieces and then scattered along the river of time.
But this pain only lasted for a very short moment.
Or in other words, can the word "moment" really describe this concept well?
All in all, this was an experience that could not be described to others. She could see the sunrise and sunset at the same time, could see buds, green shade, dead leaves and snow on a tree at the same time, could see different generations of a family repeating the same mistake.
If she had to find a word, everything she saw was a connected "circle".
Of course, it is much more complicated than a circle.
At the same time, she herself began to slowly weave into a circle.
Correction is to go back to your past self and piece together the self at infinite causal nodes into a whole.
A ring-like whole.
"One thousand and eight, one thousand and eight, one thousand and eight..."
She wasn't sure if she was mumbling that.
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"Remedios? Is that you?"
William shouted tentatively as he looked at the elf woman in front of him who was tied to the throne by countless foggy chains and wearing a crown as ethereal as smoke.
The ranger who had been adventuring with him back then looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a youthful and lively appearance, and his body was as flat as a chopping board.
Although William knew very well that over a thousand years had passed and that even the elves would have undergone great changes in appearance, he still found it difficult to associate the name Remedios with the plump figure, firm facial lines, and cold expression of the woman in front of him.
The other party did not answer him.
"It's her, but who are you?"
An old voice came from the side. William turned his head and saw an old man wearing a rough linen robe and an Austrian iron pendant around his neck.
Members of the Takma Cult? But how did they get here?
Before William could speak, Morton, who was kneeling in front of him, answered first for him:
"He is a guardian sent by the Eighth Order to protect the Inspired One."
You said it was, right?
William was too lazy to explain to them, and pointed directly at the throne and asked:
"What's wrong with her?"
"Waging a war all its own."
The old man replied.
"Please speak human language."
William, who was well versed in the speaking style of the Takma Order, said immediately.
The other party frowned and said:
"A dangerous ritual. These chains are set up to prevent it from getting out of control."
"What exactly is the ceremony?"
William demanded.
The old man turned to Diana, who nodded to him.
"The coronation of the Lord of the Mist."
William's real body, who was in the library, immediately began to search for relevant information using this as the keyword.
"How dangerous is it?"
William asked.
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At this moment, Remedios had gone back eight hundred years and saw herself who had just been elected as the ruler of the continent. She incorporated herself at that moment into her own complete part.
Of course, this statement is still thinking about the problem according to the logic of cause and effect cycle, but there is no such logic in cyclic time.
And she thought of a better metaphor.
Causal time is like a small pond, and she is a naughty child who puts her five fingers in the pond in a claw shape.
Each finger represents her as a time node, from the little finger to the thumb symbolizes her life.
The cyclic time is the outside world, and her essence is herself in the cyclic time.
So it seems that each of us is a fragment scattered on the timeline...
Or is this the truth of creation? The Holy Spirits shattered themselves and scattered their fragments along the timeline.
At this moment, she suddenly thought of a question.
If I succeed and write the man's return into the cycle time I weave, it means that the man has already returned before I try.
It can even be said that the cessation of the storm in the Broken Sea was his work.
Maybe Blake had been rescued by him, and he was on his way to save her now.
If that's the case, it would be amazing.
One can't help but wonder, if she didn't do this, would the other party still come to save her and Avazhou?
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After listening to the complete explanation of the old man from the Takma sect, William rushed over and grabbed the other person's collar.
"What have you done?!"
Although William cannot use spells above the apprentice level at this moment, as a player with all six dimensions maxed out, even with his physical fitness discounted by [Mirror Image], he can easily lift up the old man.
The other party was completely unable to resist.
Because according to the other party, he was just a figure who assisted the successive rulers of Avazhou. He was completely powerless to do anything beyond his own responsibility.
Of course, this also means that even if William broke the opponent's neck, he could not really kill him.
"You are not a guardian of the Eighth Order."
After seeing William's excited actions, he suddenly said, while looking at the iron plate of the holy emblem hanging around William's neck.
As soon as he finished speaking, the countless mists around him suddenly became turbulent, rushing towards the throne like a wave, and then swirled around it.
From a distance it looks like cotton candy making.
In just a few seconds, the entire throne was wrapped in the slowly rotating fog and turned into an egg shape.
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Going back all the way, she finally returned to that day.
That day one thousand and eight years ago.
She decided to start weaving her own closed loop from here.
Dusk Fortress, Round Table Hall.
When those thirteen people were still there.
She stood next to her former self and looked at the man sitting opposite the door.
Compared to those large-scale rituals that consume massive amounts of magic power as fuel, the magic power he carries can only be said to be negligible.
But she didn't intend to become a god.
She looked at the man, ready to complete the loop from here.
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William threw the man aside and walked towards the cocoon wrapped in mist.
"You are not one of Terra Riel's men."
The old man stumbled to his feet and said.
"Anyone with a clear head can see this."
William replied.
"You are loyal to the Holy Spirit Kane."
"Or there is another possibility."
William continued to answer.
Then he also plunged into the fog.
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"Goodbye, then."
What Remedios has to do is simple. She uses herself as an anchor and fixes William Kane as a phenomenon under cyclical time.
One thousand and eight years is a cycle, allowing him to reappear as a phenomenon, and then devour the fuel and faith accumulated by Terra Riel over the years, and be promoted to a great existence.
Of course, by the time she has done all this, her consciousness will undoubtedly completely dissipate.
Before her loop closed completely, as before, "before" was just a modifier, a figure appeared in front of her.
To be precise , it appeared in front of the seated William Kane.
"Don't be stupid, I'm back."
A sound she hadn't heard in a thousand and eight years echoed in her ears.
