Chapter 963: D360. Reincarnation
As the analysis was completed, the colorful light emitted by the book dimd, and the Hero’s gaze fixed on the first line of the first page, her pupils trembling rapidly.
With her movent, the pages of the book in her hand started turning rapidly without any wind.
“Oh… This is…”
The Foolish King leaned forward in his seat, craned his neck to look at the book, and showed a hint of surprise on his face.
“A draft of the real-life scripts from nearly twenty years? You’ve picked quite a good one.”
The Hero glanced at him, disregarding his comnt, and continued to concentrate fully, imrsing herself in the pages of the book.
Among those lines, she saw so familiar nas: First Princess, Fourteenth Princess, Executioner…
The pages kept turning, but the number of unread pages didn’t decrease, though the Hero was not surprised by this.
After all, this was rely a book in appearance, yet in essence, it was a vast information library. Even reading ten lines at a glance, and using All-Domain Super Sense to morize it, would take considerable effort.
Thinking so, the Hero’s gaze beca more focused.
Must make good use of ti—
However, before she could fully activate all her senses, the Foolish King advised:
“Don’t waste your ti; your na isn’t on it.”
The Hero paused, her fingers stopped on the page, and she suspiciously looked at him.
“How do you know?”
To the Hero’s question with a double aning, the Foolish King rely shook his head slightly.
“Though you are the first guest to reach backstage, I have also received, or rather, persuaded many other different souls outside.
“They, upon learning of the theater’s existence, almost all exhibited the sa reaction imdiately—questioning whether the tragedies in their lives were related to us. So even believed that Wandering Country is the source of all tragedies in this world.
“And so people who knew about the theater’s existence during their lifeti always suspect whether it was us causing troubles whenever they encounter misfortune, living in constant fear.
The Foolish King’s tone seed mocking yet slightly sympathetic.
“So, I naturally know what you are looking for in this book.
“I understand your thoughts; it’s human nature. But if you think carefully, even with the unlimited power of the Divine Domain, in the face of the sa infinite eternity, this authority is still limited.
“Therefore, the theater cannot control all tragedies in this world. Moreover, if it truly possessed such power, then ‘Wandering’ would be a false proposition.”
“Indeed…”
The Hero thought for a few seconds, had to nod slightly, expressing agreent.
If the theater could manipulate the destinies of All Living Beings at will, then it could directly alter the world, not needing to go through the trouble of selecting actors and painstakingly arranging one performance after another.
Just like killing Goblins, she used to choose stealth assassination, now she only needs to fly over and punch to settle it.
The Great Demon indeed does not retreat in its own domain, but that doesn’t an they all lack strategic minds.
Despite the different ans and purposes of ravaging the world, there also exist ones like the Four-winged King and Nether Sea Dream who do not rely resort to violence.
But if problems can be solved with sheer strength, they never hesitate to display that power.
And in the scope of what the Hero knew, the only one daring to challenge the entire world head-on was the Corrupted Phoenix at its peak.
‘Shrimp—?’
‘Don’t ask if you died halfway, what’s it to you.’
‘Shrimp…’
‘Ka-haha! That’s why I’m the boss, while you’re the underling!’
‘Shrimp!’
‘Ha!? What do you an I died worse, want to be made into roasted lobster, you jerk!’
Unaware of a aningless quarrel erupting in the Hero’s mind, the Foolish King sighed softly, his gaze fixed on the densely packed nas on the pages, his voice carrying a hint of compassion.
“The so-called chanical Divine is nothing but false consolation after irreparable damage.
“After all, precisely because the tragedies in this world are endless and cannot be eradicated, this world-subverting theater was created.”
He shifted his tone, smiling lightly: “But let make it clear, the theater’s operation is mostly autonomous. Although I am the theater master, I only appear on stage at critical monts. So in the past twenty years, how many performances it has manipulated, even I am not sure.”
“Then how can you be sure my na isn’t on it?”
The Hero asked curiously.
The Foolish King looked at him quietly for a mont, then suddenly asked back, “If the next page had your na, what would you do?”
The Hero didn’t answer, only stared at him calmly, with eyes showing no emotion.
“Alright, alright, I understand.” The Foolish King raised his hands quickly, “So stop staring at with that Goblin look.
“The reason I can be sure your na isn’t on it is not because I deeply participate in orchestrating these tragedies, but because you are the Hero.”
He spoke with so seriousness in his tone.
“—The theater will absolutely not direct any tragedy that could create a Hero.”
Upon hearing this, the Hero squinted her eyes, her golden-red pupils reflecting the man’s resolute expression.
“How many souls are currently in the theater?” After pondering for a few seconds, she asked softly.
“Oh? I thought you would continue to ask, or simply ask if there’s anyone you know.”
“Just a waste of ti.” The Hero snorted coldly, “You wouldn’t know even if I asked.”
“Indeed.” The Foolish King chuckled softly, “If I really knew soone you knew, I wouldn’t be this clueless about you now.
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