Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later Chapter 278 - 278 Shattered Time

278 Shattered Ti

Elise was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness as the scenery in front of her shifted dramatically. She stumbled, her hand on her head, until she regained her composure.

The air was thick with the sickly sweet scent of mold and alcohol, and she quickly realized she was no longer in the luxurious reception room. Instead, she was in a dark, dank tree hole,

surrounded by dry, cracking trees that reminded her of a shriveled mummy she’d once seen at a circus.

Wait…

And then it dawned on her. This was the normal, mortal world she’d once known, before she’d inherited the na “Silence” and gained the Eyes of God.

No longer could she see the magic woven through ti, the colors of emotion, or the truth of all things. Instead, all she saw was the basic outline of objects, the material, color, perspective, and shadows.

“Are you Miss Elise?”

Just as she was taking all this in, she heard a voice calling out her na. Fear stiffened her neck.

She spun her head in fear to see a nun with an orange-yellow lantern in one hand and black cloth covering her eyes.

The nun had a stern expression, and appeared ominous.

“Yes… May I know who you are? Where am I?” she turned around warily and asked.

“The correct question is what period is it and why do you know , Miss Elise.”

said with a hint of malice in her voice. Her expression was stiff, like that of a dead person, and Elise feared that she might turn into a ghost and attack her at any mont.

She shuffled her feet backwards, her breath held tight as she planned her escape.

But just then, the other party suddenly raised her left hand and covered her mouth, giggling uncontrollably.

“Don’t run away, or Lady Sibylla will give a hard ti when she returns.”

Elise was taken aback by the nun’s sudden change in deanor. She cautiously asked, “Do… do you know ?”

She was sure they had never t before.

The girl stopped laughing and brushed off her elbows.

“Of course I know you, Elise Silence. The last leader of the sisterhood that Lady Sibylla can see. Since you don’t know , I guess this is our first eting. Lucky , huh?”

The latter half of the sentence was obvious. Since she didn’t know the other party, this was definitely the first ti she was eting her.

Elise thought.

The other party was speaking nonsense, chuckling as she went.

Elise’s mind was a jumbled ss, shattered clues trying to reassemble into so kind of coherent thought.

She rembered the Threads of Ti she had manipulated before losing consciousness. The illusions she had seen about the past, and the girl in front of her calling her the last leader of the Blind Sisters. The pieces of an extrely absurd puzzle slowly ca together.

As absurd as it sounded, Elise realized that her consciousness had sohow transmigrated through ti, and was now living in the body of the first leader of the Blind Sisters, Sibylla Silence.

The illusions Elise saw herself as Sibylla in her dreams, the ones she had always thought were just mories left behind, were now a reality for Elise. It was a truly unbelievable scenario, but she couldn’t deny the evidence before her.

Elise lifted her hands to her face, the scent of alcohol strong in her nostrils. Her callused hands were decorated with intricate tattoos, her chest was well-developed and her legs were slender.

There was no denying it, her consciousness was definitely in Sibylla’s body.

As for Sibylla’s consciousness… it was probably transported to the era she was in?

“What era is this?” Elise gasped, disbelief etched on her face.

“How could I possibly know how future generations will describe our current era of chaos?” the girl shrugged and replied.

“What year is it?” Elise pressed on.

A sly smile crossed the other party’s face.

“Lady Sibylla thinks it’s hundreds of years away from your ti.”

“I need a specific year,” Elise demanded.

Upon hearing this question, the other party imdiately looked like she had taken the bait. Then, she deliberately sighed and said, “This question is aningless. You’ll never understand that ti.”

“Why?”

Although she knew that her question was exactly what the other party wanted, Elise couldn’t help but ask curiously,

“Because… Alright, if you must know, it’s the Platinum Calendar. ■■■ Year, ■■ ■■.”

“What?” Elise was certain she had heard a string of numbers, but then it slipped from her mory like a forgotten dream. Frustration filled her mind.

“That’s a ti that doesn’t exist. Even if I tell you directly, your mind won’t comprehend it,” the blindfolded girl said.

“What do you an, ti that doesn’t exist? How can ti not exist?” Elise asked, confused.

“It’s complicated to explain,” the girl said, “but basically, Lady Sibylla shattered the linear flow of ti with her talent, creating infinite possibilities. You’re in a confird future and we’re in one of the infinite possibilities of the past.”

“But the past can’t have infinite possibilities,” Elise subconsciously retorted.

The so-called past must be sothing that had already been set in stone.

“That’s true under the frawork of causal ti.”

The other party nodded frankly.

Then, she continued, “But if we break that frawork, the past might not be certain.”

“I don’t understand…”

Elise gazed at the other party in confusion.

“Listen up, I’ll break it down for you. You’ve already figured out that your consciousness has temporarily switched with Lady Sibylla, right? It’s all thanks to the power of the Eighth Holy Spirit and using the last na Silence and the Eyes of God as a dium. But, if you take the easy way out and commit suicide with Sibylla’s body, she won’t be able to pass down the Blind Sisters. Got it?”

That wasn’t all. This created an even greater paradox—if the Blind Sisters didn’t pass down their legacy because of Elise’s suicide, how could she have the chance to ti-travel back to be Sibylla in the first place?

If William were here, he would have exclaid that this was the grandmother’s paradox.

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“People often make the mistake of thinking that ti is a linear thing, following the laws of cause and effect. But, under certain circumstances, ti can show a different nature.”

With the dim lantern in her hand, Elena led the way deeper into the tree hole.

“Follow , I’ll explain it all to you. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Elena Kane. Lord Sibylla Silence’s adopted daughter and future successor of the Blind Sisters. To you, I’m a senior from the past.”

The girl nad Elena Kane said as she walked, “In your understanding, ti is exclusive, right? In other words, it’s impossible for a person to be in two places at the sa ti.”

Although the other party’s back was facing her and she couldn’t see, Elise subconsciously nodded and replied, “That’s right.”

“But this is a limited perspective,” the girl nad Elena corrected her bluntly.

“Ti is stratified. It’s not just a straightforward linear progression. There are endless cycles and eternal monts with countless possibilities that run parallel. And the purpose of our linear, causal ti is to converge with eternal ti and eliminate all other possibilities, leaving only one path to beco reality. But Lady Sibylla, she shattered a certain period of ti, creating countless parallel and even conflicting possibilities.

“Returning to the previous example, if you want to take your own life using Lady Sibylla’s body, I won’t stand in your way. I wouldn’t recomnd it, but I won’t stop you. The fact is, Lady Sibylla can be dead and alive at the sa ti. She can be anywhere, and do anything. Right now, we’re in a state of countless possibilities. No temporal paradox can touch us. No matter how many tis we die, we won’t stop existing.”

Elise struggled to keep up with the other person’s words. She was filled with confusion and had another question.

“Then why did she do this?”

Elise couldn’t understand why Lady Sibylla would give up her uniqueness. Humans were creatures that lived in a causal world, and they had an innate exclusiveness, even when it ca to other possibilities that shared the sa body and soul. The thought of their existence being replaced filled them with fear.

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But Elena simply sighed and said, “On the one hand, Lady Sibylla’s experint is about the connection between ti, creation, and eternal gods. On the other hand, her fate is inevitable, and she wants to leave as much information as possible for the future Eighth Holy Spirit before her ti is up. That’s what she told .”

“What do you think?” Elise pressed on.

The other person was silent. Only when they reached the end of the tree hole and stopped in front of a transparent barrier covered in frost, did she finally speak.

“Why are you asking that? You already know my last na.”