Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 424 - 39: Brief Omniscience

What is the deepest despair?

Peggy stared blankly ahead, where there was now nothing at all, as if nothing had ever appeared.

She was silent for a mont and then suddenly rembered that she could so easily sense the ritual of the Death Law, perhaps because she had already died once.

When she had crawled out of the cetery soil, she rembered the sky being gloomy, as if a heavy rain was about to pour down.

Her body was as cold as a corpse, and her soul brimd with despair and hate; the joy and fulfillnt of the living seed unreachable.

Fortunately, right after she had surfaced, she t Aske, and only after that did she gradually escape from Hell.

"So, where will I find the deepest despair now?" Peggy sighed deeply and took out her little diary from the drawer. "If I can’t find it, I won’t be able to complete the condensation ritual, will I?"

I should still listen to the Squad Leader’s suggestion and try researching the Plague Law instead.

In Fire Island, Miel had recovered from her nearly uncontrolled state, all the sequences in her body converged, gradually solidifying into the bloodline of the "Destiny Shooter."

The shooter that governed destiny.

Suddenly, her vision filled with countless world lines stretching from the unknown here to the unknown there.

She saw everyone’s fate intertwined, tangled and coiling into a long rope, and then...

At so point in the future, these lines...

Suddenly, her tears ran down her cheeks.

No, this can’t be...

It shouldn’t be... How could...

Suddenly she ca to her senses and saw Nora holding her shoulders, the others looking at her with concern.

"Are you alright?" Seeing Miel finally regain consciousness, Nora let out a breath she’d been holding, her voice still shocked, "Just now, your Spiritual Body disappeared!"

"Disappeared?" Miel said blankly, touching her cheek only to realize it was wet with cold tears.

"You were just sitting on the ground, motionless, and the tears kept falling," Mia, with a frightful look on her face, hurriedly handed her a towel.

Miel silently wiped the tears off her face, perplexed: what had she just seen?

It seed like a terrible fate, but now she couldn’t rember.

Damn it! She silently clenched her teeth; how could she forget?

"Go and rest a bit, you look too pale," Aske said.

Miel nodded, and with the help of Nora, she left.

The subsequent psychological treatnt took about half an hour until Nora returned with a solemn expression.

"What exactly happened?" Aske asked seriously.

In the original gaming world, he had never heard that after the bloodline of the "Destiny Shooter" solidified, it could cause a freak ntal state.

"I’m not sure," Nora shook her head. "It seems there’s a piece missing from her mory, about twenty seconds, exactly matching the ti she was sitting and crying."

"Are you talking about a lack of awareness or actual mory loss?" dea asked with a frown.

"Actual mory loss," Nora replied.

"Wait, what do you an by actual mory loss?" Aske asked.

"It’s like this," dea explained softly to everyone. "If you imagine a person’s mory as a long painting, different events in that mory correspond to different patterns on the painting."

"Sotis, humans can enter a state where they can’t retain mories, like zoning out or during sleep, and on the painting that would appear as a blank space. This is referred to as ’unawareness.’"

"In very rare cases, like if the head suffers a heavy blow causing mory loss, it’s as if that part of the painting has been cut out, terd as ’actual mory loss.’"

"To put it simply," Aske summarized, "unawareness is normally not having any mories, and actual mory loss ans there were mories, but they got destroyed for so unknown reason, is that right?"

"Not exactly," dea said. "Actual mory loss refers to missing mory, and whether that missing part had mories or was originally blank, we can’t determine."

"Then, is there a way to restore her mory?" Aske asked.

"Nora, the mory fragnts that were lost, do we search for them in the Subconscious Ocean?"

"That’s possible, but not guaranteed," dea pondered for a mont and replied, "It depends on the cause of the loss."

"If it’s an external factor, like the influence of Extraordinary Power, then the fragnts have probably sunk deep into the Subconscious Ocean and are undeniably irrecoverable; if it’s due to her body’s protective chanism, like excessive stimulation causing mory loss, there might still be traces that tie it to her Mind Body."

"In any case, don’t get your hopes too high," she finally sighed.

"Alright, then we’ll leave this to you, Nora," Aske said. After all, Healers are also a kind of doctor, and it was most appropriate for Nora to handle it.

"OK," Nora nodded, a bit exhausted.

"Next is Eleanor’s promotion, can you still manage?" Aske asked, noticing her poor complexion, "Do you need to rest?"

"It’s fine," Nora shook her head. "Let’s continue."

"Aske," dea suddenly spoke, "I heard that Transcendents with a ’Luck’ sequence, during corresponding bloodline or Law Stage, occasionally enter a brief state of ’all-knowing.’"

"All-knowing?" Aske inquired. He hadn’t heard of this concept before.

"Yes, all-knowing," dea’s brow furrowed slightly. "If that’s the case, could it be that Miel’s unusual behavior was because she saw so bad future fate?"

"Do you believe in sothing like fate?" Aske retorted.

"If Luck exists, why shouldn’t fate?" dea countered. "Don’t forget that fortune-teller from Dragon Country."

"Very well," Aske spoke, "I’m carrying both Swords and if you were that prophet from Dragon Country, could you predict whether I’d draw the sword or the dagger next?"

"I couldn’t," dea stated plainly, "because once I say it, you’d do the opposite."

"So, predicting fate itself would interfere with future fate, wouldn’t it?" Aske stated openly, "There’s no unchangeable fate, so you don’t need to worry too much about what Miel saw."

"We just need to do our best with what’s at hand."

dea knew Aske was advising her not to delve too deeply into Miel’s inner mories. But of course, Miss Enchanting Demon was not one to simply follow Aske’s words; she responded with a smiling, "Okay."

"As long as it’s done discreetly."