Foolish Game of the Chapter 713: The Trial's Answer Is Nearly Within Reach

Because only this could explain why a woman in power had never heard of Folly, yet had once arranged to contact His followers — and why she'd forgotten those arrangents. In the Civilization Epoch of her Era, Folly truly hadn't descended, and He couldn't influence much from behind the world's curtain.

With this realization, everything in Cheng Shi's mind connected. But at the sa ti, cold sweat trickled down his back.

Because the trial's difficulty was still climbing!

Ti hadn't just set a trap — He'd built a labyrinth inside it. And when Cheng Shi gritted his teeth and fought his way through the maze, the escape door he'd spotted from afar had suddenly beco a stone wall.

He apparently never intended to let anyone return. Never intended to let the players win.

This... was Ti's gift to a Destiny believer?

'Fine, fine, fine!'

'Well played, Ti. Well played, Existence. This grudge...'

'I'll swallow it for now — before so deity decides to bully a junior with impunity.'

'Praise Destiny — He taught

patience.'

Now that he had a theory about Shi Lolin, did the sa issue affect the other two Ti "discrepancies"?

What secrets were Ger Si and Ad Ric hiding?

Cheng Shi frowned, left the room, and headed to where Ad Ric was held. He dragged both the unconscious bed-wetter and the stowaway dangling from the rafters back to Shi Lolin's room. After careful deliberation, he decided to switch back to the clown and save Ger Si's miserable life.

He wanted to win. That conviction burned even fiercer now that he'd felt Ti's deliberate obstruction.

'You won't let

return? Won't let

win? Then I'll return anyway. I'll win anyway.'

'I refuse to believe that when I crack every puzzle and win this trial fair and square under the Faith Ga's own rules, the two Lords of Void will let You, Ti, snatch

away right under Their noses!'

And so the Hero of Today took his final bow. The "deranged" clown returned to the stage.

One healing spell later, Ger Si awoke — but what greeted his new life was neither cheers nor applause, nor the administrators of Gasmira. Instead, it was the sa gleaming silver scalpel that had killed him before.

The clown pressed the blade against his freshly healed wound.

"Ger Si. One chance. I ask. You answer. Wrong answer — you die.

First question: what's different between this world and yours?"

"???"

Ger Si's mind was blank. He hadn't even fully recovered from revival's stupor and thought the whole thing had been a nightmare.

He stared at Cheng Shi, blinked, and offered uncertainly: "I think I used to be a citizen of the Tower of Logic... and now I'm not?"

"?"

'Was that a nightmare? That was a toad-marrying-a-swan fantasy!'

'Do you think I'm joking around here?'

Cheng Shi laughed in anger. He casually flicked the blade and buried it in Ger Si's thigh. The stowaway's face contorted in agony. He howled, finally snapping fully awake, and clutched Cheng Shi's arm, begging desperately:

"I'll talk, I'll talk, I..."

The stowaway was terrified. He had absolutely no idea what Cheng Shi ant by "worlds." He racked his brains through every mory, clawing for survival in his chaotic recollections.

And remarkably — he actually found sothing.

"The Abyssal Volcano!

I don't know anything about different worlds, my lord. All I know is — when I fell, the Abyssal Volcano was supposed to be erupting upward. But now it's changed direction.

Maybe that's why I fell?

I really don't know anything else, my lord!"

The Abyssal Volcano changed direction?

Cheng Shi frowned, recalling everything he knew about this mysterious tunnel connecting the Underground to the surface. Honestly, he knew very little — only that the people of the Land of Hope could travel through this volcano to the other side.

After all, just two months ago he'd been a nobody who rarely even entered the Void. Even now, amid peak-level gas where everyone routinely passed through the Void, he mostly traversed it because gods summoned him — not because he voluntarily tore open reality himself.

The clown's ga progression differed from every other player. His "knowledge" ca mostly from the gods' own mouths. History had been literally "chewed up and fed" to him by peak players. This left him missing many exploration-based historical details about the Land of Hope — he couldn't choose what was "spoonfed."

Still, he'd heard murmurs about this space-ti tunnel's "chaos."

The chat channel occasionally ntioned the Abyssal Volcano, where mage players and history buffs debated endlessly. Nearly all players agreed the Volcano scrambled people's perception — because both Underground and surface factions had officially recorded that its eruption direction never changed.

Yet players who found themselves near the Volcano during trials invariably observed that its eruption direction was random and unpatterned, regardless of Epoch. You never knew whether the Abyssal Volcano was erupting up or down. It could even contradict your own mories.

It seed to exist independently of the Land of Hope's world — unaffected by history, unconstrained by the ga — like Those lofty Ones above.

This was the one place even the History School had never been able to explain.

But today — having deduced the relationship between Eras and Epochs — a flash of inspiration struck Cheng Shi. He'd thought of a theory that could explain the seemingly random eruption patterns.

The Land of Hope's records weren't wrong. The Underground and surface NPCs weren't lying. In their eyes, the Abyssal Volcano truly never changed — because their experience covered only a single Epoch within a fixed Era.

But the Faith Ga's players were different. They'd experienced far too much. When players approached the Abyssal Volcano, they weren't just seeing a single Epoch's volcano — they were seeing the Abyssal Volcano across different Eras!

So was it possible that the Volcano's eruption direction had nothing to do with Epochs — and was instead linked to Eras?

Only this could explain why — within the sa Epoch and ti period — players still saw different eruption directions while NPCs remained adamant the Volcano never changed. The players' Epochs might match, but their Eras were completely different.

And because this phenonon was so bewildering — and ordinary players had no concept of Eras — not even the history-researching History School could produce a reasonable explanation!

At this thought, a sharp gleam flashed through Cheng Shi's eyes. He'd seized the crucial thread. He re-examined each person before him and asked, one by one, which direction the Volcano had been erupting in their mories.