“Zangier’s records in the histories of the Tower of Logic are sparse. From the limited sources we have, we know that in his youth, he frequently violated his school’s rules, conducting forbidden creation experints in secret. He was warned many tis.
But he was exceptionally talented and quickly made a na for himself within the school, eventually catching the attention of the Council of Scholars. He received substantial funding and manpower support.
Unfortunately, his good fortune didn’t last. At the height of his fa, he once again conducted a forbidden experint without permission. This ti, the experint went awry, causing an explosion that collapsed the school’s laboratory. Nearly all the students in the Alchemical Creations Departnt perished with him…”
Cheng Shi listened intently, his head lowered in thought.
This aligns with what Chernosly had said.
Zangier had been assassinated, and his students were banished. Among them were Ardos and Kataro, who fled to the underground and joined the [Chaos] seedling faction.
Such seedy events would, of course, be scrubbed from existence by the Tower of Logic, with the historical records painting a more “reasonable” and “legitimate” picture.
“What experint was he conducting?”
“There’s no official record of it. However, there are rumors. It’s said that Zangier had initiated an experint called ‘The Creation of a Flesh God.’ He allegedly stole [Truth] divinity from the Council of Scholars and tried to combine it with alchemical puppet techniques to create an entirely new [God].”
“!!!”
Cheng Shi’s eyes widened, and his thoughts buzzed in disbelief.
No wonder Ardos ended up paired with Chernosly. His teacher was literally trying to create a god!
As a student, summoning the attention of a new god didn’t seem far-fetched, right?
“Did he… succeed?”
“Didn’t I just tell you? He failed! The divinity exploded, killing almost everyone in that departnt.”
No, that didn’t add up!
Chernosly had specifically said, “The Tower of Logic assassinated Zangier before he could publish his newest findings,” which implied that Zangier had succeeded!
And if the rumors were true, it ant Zangier had already created a [God]!
Or, at the very least, a flesh-and-blood being infused with divinity!
Holy crap!
Where did this being go?
Did the Tower of Logic seize it?
Cheng Shi ntally filed this information away for future thought, then asked:
“So, none of the students survived?”
“Almost none. If any had, there would’ve been a record of them, survivors of such a large-scale accident would definitely be ntioned in history.”
Cheng Shi frowned. Sothing wasn’t adding up. He probed further:
“I’ve heard a story about an Alchemical Creations Departnt student nad Ardos who killed a judge nad Moxius from the Grand Tribunal. This supposedly triggered a large-scale surface war in the mid-Civilization Era. If we trace the tiline, it seems to align with Zangier’s period?”
Gao Yu was surprised. He smiled in genuine admiration:
“To bring up the na Moxius shows you’re truly interested in history. This figure is sparse even in the official records of the Grand Tribunal, and most of what we know cos from fragnted docunts pieced together by scholars.
But there’s one point you got wrong. The one who killed Moxius wasn’t this ‘Ardos’ you ntioned—that na doesn’t ring any bells for .
The truth is, it was a mysterious figure from the underground who killed that first-class judge!
We sifted through countless sources and eventually found a clue in a collection of poems by a bard born near the end of the Civilization Era.
In that collection, the poet described a journey to the underground, where he witnessed a morial ceremony being perford by [Chaos] followers. During the ritual, they ntioned a specific na…
…Ultraman!”
“!!!???”
“Buzz—”
The mont Cheng Shi heard that na, it was as if his brain had been struck by a thunderclap. His mind was filled with a buzzing sound that seed to reverberate across the universe.
Gao Yu, noticing Cheng Shi’s stunned reaction, chuckled.
“Surprised? I was too—I couldn’t believe soone in the Land of Hope would pick such a na. It’s so ridiculous, completely out of place with the seriousness of history.”
It took Cheng Shi a mont to recover. He quickly composed himself, putting on a sheepish smile as he replied:
“Yeah, it’s like finding modern emojis in ancient scrolls. Hilarious.”
But this person… what did they do?”
Gao Yu, clearly excited by the topic, leaned in with a gleam in his eyes, lowering his voice as if ready to share the juiciest gossip:
“The History School hasn’t yet officially determined this person’s identity.
So believe he was a puppet scholar exiled from the Tower of Logic, later corrupted by underground faiths.
Others think he was a defector from the Grand Tribunal, seeking revenge on the judges by aligning himself with the underground.
And so…
So believe that he—yes, you heard
right, he—was the harbinger of [Chaos], an emissary of [Disorder]!
In the period when [War] had just begun to eye the Land of Hope, but before He had fully descended, and when [Chaos] had yet to discover that corner of the universe, this figure wandered the stars. He found this fertile land for his patron lord and began sowing the seeds of His will in the underground!
How about that? Doesn’t it feel like the start of an epic? This could very well be the story of a [Herald]!
It might even mark the beginning of [Chaos]’s descent!
I spent a lot of points to get my hands on this information from the History School! Lucky you!”
“Hey, Cheng Shi?
What’s up? What are you thinking about? Isn’t it mind-blowing?”
Yeah, mind-blowing alright. So much so that my skull feels like it’s about to fly off!
When the hell did I beco a [Herald] for [Chaos]?
Huh?
This… this is , right?
That Ultraman… isn’t that just a joke I made offhand?
How the hell did that end up written into historical records found by the History School?
Alright, sure. Fine.
So now, not only am I a follower of [Deceit], a “Defector” of [Fate], and an intern for [Death]…
But I’m also, apparently, a [Herald] for [Chaos]!
How do I have all these identities that even I didn’t know about!?
Is this still a trial?
Am I still dreaming!?
For the first ti in ages, Cheng Shi’s normally steady deanor cracked. He stood there, stunned for a few monts before raising a hand and slapping himself across the face.
“Slap.”
The sound was crisp—and painful.
Nope, not a dream.
“……”
Gao Yu, witnessing this odd display, was understandably confused.
“Uh… that’s a pretty unique way to express excitent.”
“……”
As Cheng Shi snapped out of his emotional breakdown, his expression grew serious.
If Gao Yu had no ulterior motives, if this random conversation hadn’t been manipulated or altered by so entity, if that bard and his collection of poems really existed, and if…
Cheng Shi’s mind raced, working through countless ifs before daring to form an utterly absurd conclusion:
I… changed the history of the Land of Hope in my last trial.
A player from reality… altered the background lore of the [Faith Ga]!
This realization was eerily similar to what Du Xiguang had done when he tampered with everyone’s mories. Cheng Shi’s first thought was to connect this event to a certain [Entity].
[mory]!
Could this be [mory]’s doing?
After all, [mory] is the enemy of [Deceit], and I… I’m one of [Deceit]’s “cherished treasures.”
If [mory] had really intervened, the only ti it could have happened was after I t with [Death].
Because [Death] seed to have a favorable opinion of
but didn’t have much fondness for [mory] for not finding the Garuda Dagger.
If [mory] had already tampered with my record by then, [Death] surely wouldn’t have ignored it.
So, was it [mory]?
And if so… why?
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