[Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Eight.]
The third stage of the chanical armor already has a concrete concept; these secret tos have helped imnsely. In terms of knowledge reserves alone, the here and the outside are worlds apart, not on the sa level of existence.
Once Ansel's issue is resolved, I can begin preparing for the great transformation. As long as Ansel's issue is resolved, the arrival of the new world is only a matter of ti.
...How utilitarian, Ravenna, you are indeed becoming more and more like the person Ansel despises.
Or rather, why have you not even thought of purely using him until now? He has only been with you for less than a year, yet you are willing to go to such lengths for him.
Is Ansel really that important? I ask myself, and the answer is obvious.
How could I possibly stay in this cold, dark basent for three years, risking a split personality, watching myself work every day, for soone insignificant and disposable?
No matter how utilitarian, Ansel is absolutely important, Ravenna.
[Day Nine Hundred.]
After parting from Ansel, I realized how arduous creation truly is.
As an observer, I could vividly sense the pressure the outside endured over these two years.
Not rely talent...but a rift in thought. I could not communicate on the sa plane as these individuals.
In complete detachnt, I could perceive the surrounding environnt and reality more clearly, prompting doubts—
Does the Tower of Babel truly serve a concrete purpose?
As the vessel bearing grandfather's will, the vanguard pioneering the future, can the Tower of Babel...and its constituents shoulder this responsibility?
Aside from Hendrik and others, are there truly trailblazers here, driven to forge a new world?
Even Hendrik and his cohorts seem...
No...I may be overthinking, an overly independent perspective breeds unnecessary thoughts. The outside is thriving, yet...unavoidably, a price must be paid.
Making choices firsthand is infinitely more arduous than observing. She now appears colder and more resolute than I.
[Day Nine Hundred and Fifty-Six.]
The frawork Ansel imposed on now seems so...correct?
I have indeed beco an extrely rational yet callous individual, and the outside acknowledges this, with no intention of halting.
Raised in that environnt, I transford into what Ansel could never accept—one who would forsake even friends to realize grandfather's ideals. The current outside ...two years ago, likely would not have contemplated Ansel's concerns.
Yet observing all this, I struggle to accept that external self.
Perhaps...it depends on whether choices are made firsthand?
As a re observer, uninvolved in that gradual transformation, once our "consensus" reached a certain threshold, I could no longer recognize her.
I scarcely recognize myself.
[Day Nine Hundred and Eighty-Seven.]
I have found the reason, the true cause of this rift between us.
Because Ansel is no longer by my side, simply put.
If Ansel remained beside , if we were still friends, still striving together, I would never have beco...like that outside self.
Without Ansel's company, not only creation, but life itself beca so arduous...I had to make so many choices, so many unavoidable choices, rely to progress one step further on that narrow, protracted path pursuing ideals.
If the outside had more choices, she would never have beco this unrecognizable form...but she did not, nor did the Tower of Babel.
Only now do I understand, Ansel was never rely a companion, a friend to . The aid he provided extended far beyond bringing closer to ideals.
He cared for , looked after ...spared so much trouble, freeing from worry, vexation, from being forced into difficult choices, sacrificing for any cause.
He understood so well, knew when I wished to do what, knew when I needed what. He always provided...the best response for , at precisely the right mont.
He allowed ...to be more human.
So that is why, after all these days here, I have never felt the slightest regret.
Not rely because I wish to resolve Ansel's plight, but because...Ansel is so vital to , the sole, irreplaceable presence in my life.
I cannot lose him.
Ansel, where are you now, are you well?
I miss you.
[Day One Thousand and Eighty-Seven.]
Nearly three years have passed, yet there is still no news of Ansel. The outside has abandoned pursuing Ansel, the cause of our rift years ago.
She has imrsed herself in research. In her current mindset, given my conditions, perhaps she could surpass my present self within a year. But is it truly worthwhile?
This is after experiencing a period with Ansel. Without those experiences with him, what would the original have beco?
Ansel...
[Day One Thousand, One Hundred and Twenty-One.]
Finally...I have heard news of Ansel. In the Northern Lands, he found his first pact head, one extraordinarily gifted enough to bear the power of two pact heads.
Seraphina Marlowe...how did Ansel find her? The outside scoured so many records, only to reveal she was a re village girl. This situation...is uncannily similar to mine.
Was my conjecture correct?
Regardless, I am prepared. If that girl can help liberate you, wonderful. If not...
I will save you, Ansel. Believe .
Day One Thousand, One Hundred and Thirty-Seven.]
You have grown taller and stronger, without a trace of the child you once were.
Is that girl clinging to you Seraphina? It seems you truly adore her.
Are you imposing the sa stringent standards on her as you did ? Or...have you changed in other ways these three years? I hope you have extricated yourself, even slightly, from that endless quagmire. I truly hope so.
I miss you, Ansel. Do not leave again.
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From Power:
I had intended to burn my midnight oil, updating several chapters ... lol
However, I realized the next chapter adopts Venna's perspective, observing Ansel's entire taming process depicted thus far. To maintain coherence, I must ticulously align every detail. Therefore, I have to carefully review the narrative, ensuring no errors in this crucial segnt...After such preamble, my point is — there will be no mass release xDDDD
Please do not hate . The climax awaits~~~
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