Daniel felt as if his brain had montarily crashed.
Never in his wildest imagination had he expected that the Dark Star Jarvan’s plan would involve a tiline dating back 4,000 years ago.
Returning to the past?
It sounded... interesting.
Of course, Daniel wasn’t particularly shocked by the idea itself. After all, he already possessed Ti Stream, and was quite familiar with traveling into the past. To him, revisiting a previous tiline was hardly a novelty.
What genuinely surprised him, though, was that Jarvan actually held another thod to return to the past—
A mysterious scroll, appearing as if it were a torn fragnt of so ancient blueprint.
It made Daniel curious—what did the complete blueprint originally look like?
Could that parchnt possess the power to freely traverse ti and space?
Suppressing his wandering thoughts, Daniel spoke up.
"Even if I do return to the past, what exactly am I supposed to do there?"
"And if I act, won’t my actions affect the current tiline?"
Jarvan gave him a very straightforward response.
"When you return to the past, you can do anything you want. You could even annihilate the human race if you so desired."
"But no matter what you do, humanity will always survive and evolve into what it is now."
"True history is immutable. Even if you go back, you cannot change its flow."
"You may not understand yet, but ’history’ is not just a record of the past—it also represents fate."
"You think you’re living in the present, but in truth, everything you do in the past has already been written."
"Let put it this way: You, , and countless others—we are all players within the pages of history. Eventually, we’ll all return to it. Everything we’ve done... was predetermined."
These words cast Daniel into a contemplative silence.
It felt like he had caught onto sothing important—but the more he thought about it, the more it slipped away.
"So basically, I can do anything I want... right?" he asked.
Jarvan responded with a gentle wave of mind power.
"Yes, that’s right. When you return to 4,000 years ago, you may think you’re acting based on your current understanding, but in reality, you’re simply doing what you already did."
"But I must remind you of one rule—within the sa tiline, there can only be one of you."
"In other words, no matter what, you cannot alter the current situation."
Daniel frowned.
Sothing about Jarvan’s explanation unsettled him.
If everything was predetermined... then what was the point of struggling?
Was it all just following a path carved by fate, inevitably reaching a destination already scripted?
From this perspective, the scroll’s function paled in comparison to Ti Stream.
With Ti Stream, he could change the present.
With this scroll, he could not.
"So... what if I choose not to go?" Daniel asked.
"Now that’s a fascinating question," Jarvan replied.
"Even if most people can’t change anything, they also don’t have the privilege of going back."
"You’re one of the few who does. You’re lucky. But if you don’t believe , you’re welco to try."
"According to the tenets of determinism, even if you decide not to go now, you’ll return eventually—because history is fixed."
Daniel lapsed into another mont of quiet thought.
He had considered using Ti Stream to experint—
To see what would happen if he didn’t go back to the past.
But if what Jarvan said was true, then even if he didn’t go now, he might still end up doing it at so later point.
After all, who could truly know what the future held?
After a long mont of consideration, Daniel finally nodded.
"I understand what you an."
This so-called "fate" seed like an inescapable loop—like it was intertwined with the very rules of the world.
Still, Daniel hadn’t given up hope.
Just because sothing couldn’t be resolved now didn’t an it couldn’t be resolved later.
Take Ti Stream, for example—its power was enough to defy the heavens, yet it was only ranked 9th in the God Rank Skill Compendium.
What if he could eventually synthesize all the top ten God Rank Skills?
Just how unbelievable would that power be?
Daniel was confident—each of those skills could likely shatter the very laws of this world.
And that’s why he wasn’t entirely fazed by all this talk of destiny and determinism.
"Alright then," Jarvan said. "Ti’s almost up. You may proceed."
As he spoke, a shimring portal opened across his massive surface.
"Take the scroll and step through. But rember—don’t linger too long in the past.
One hour spent 4,000 years ago is equal to two hours here in the present."
"Friendly reminder: You must return before daybreak. You have five hours total, which translates to just two and a half hours in the past."
Daniel’s expression turned serious.
Two and a half hours... not much ti at all.
"When I get there, how am I supposed to find you?" he asked.
Jarvan didn’t answer directly. Instead, he sent a simple ssage through mind power.
"In the web of fate, we are destined to et."
...
[You have passed through the Gate of Ti.]
[Requirent for traversal: Possession of god-level temporal law.]
[Your current law: Ti Stream.]
[Entry conditions t.]
[Scroll is bound to a fixed destination. Temporal paraters cannot be changed.]
...
As Daniel stepped through the temporal gate,
He was astonished to see the space around him twist and ripple like a whirlpool of mories.
Countless fragnts of history flashed before his eyes—
The descent of the blood moon,
The fall of the Abyss Emperor,
The arrival of Kalthor...
Millennia of Apocalypses,
The birth and extinction of countless races.
Each scene played out like a flickering slideshow, swiftly passing through his vision.
Yet what surprised Daniel most was this—
Though he could see these images, he couldn’t rember them.
It was as if so powerful law had forcibly prevented these mories from being retained.
The past was not ant to be rembered.
Daniel wasn’t too bothered by this.
Most of what he saw were events that had already co to pass—nothing too valuable in terms of intel.
And the few things that might have been worth rembering? He couldn’t retain them anyway.
So Daniel shook off his curiosity and continued forward—
Until he reached the end of the ti corridor and stepped through the final gate.
The mont he erged,
The world around him was drenched in crimson.
Above him, the sky was dominated by a massive, scarlet blood moon,
Blazing hundreds of tis brighter than anything he’d ever seen in his own ti.
The re sight of it made his chest tighten and his mind grow agitated.
He didn’t hesitate.
Imdiately, he activated Soul Defense.
As the protective aura enveloped his soul, Daniel’s emotions gradually stabilized.
So this... was what the blood moon had been like 4,000 years ago?
So overwhelmingly strong.
Then why—Daniel wondered—had its power weakened so drastically by the ti of the current era?
What exactly had happened in the past
to bring about such a change?
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