Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 707: 83: The Black Swan's Yearning

Chapter 707: Chapter 83: The Black Swan’s Yearning

The so-called “Future Experience Backtracking to Accelerate Comprehension of Laws” involved pulling out a version of yourself from one month in the future and then exchanging experiences on comprehending Laws, to hasten your understanding of them.

Why one month? Firstly, comprehending Laws is a gradual process, like when you’re reading the first chapter of a book, you need a teacher who has just finished the first chapter, not soone who has read the entire book.

Admittedly, if the teacher had finished the whole book and gained a holistic understanding, they would be able to teach with greater ease.

The problem is that comprehending Laws is different from reading; it involves sothing called “unique personal understanding.”

Just as a thousand readers have a thousand interpretations of Hamlet, individual experiences of understanding the sa Law can’t be shared. If the “teacher” brought from the future is too far removed in ti, and their understanding of the Law has beco unique (creating a “knowledge isolate” compared to the current self), then communication could actually slow down.

Therefore, people from one month into the future are probably the most suitable candidates for exchange; they are ahead in the understanding of Laws but not so far ahead that communication becos impossible.

“But if we frequently communicate with our future selves, won’t that create a problem of ‘spoilers’?” Nora asked worriedly.

Spoilers? We’re not characters in a novel, what’s there to fear about spoilers? Aske was montarily stunned before he realized what Nora ant.

The future Mia from the last Spiritual Essence Tree mutation didn’t seem to be particularly strong in combat, but her words about “Eleanor, Nora, and Thira betraying” were terrifyingly lethal—Eleanor had even knelt on the spot.

Aske, of course, didn’t believe it. Or rather, that was only one possible future. Even if he did nothing, the future might not unfold in that direction.

However, such a thing could truly shake the morale of his forces, and Nora’s concerns were not unreasonable. An old topic that used to be popular on Earth was, if you could know the duration of your life, would you want to know?

Many chose not to know because such knowledge could tornt a person, especially in the last few years of life when psychological pressure could be crushing.

With this in mind, Aske then asked Miel:

“Miel, is there a way…”

“Yes, there is.” Miel answered, as if she had anticipated his question, “I don’t have to bring back people from the future, I can just extract their experiences with the Laws and attach that state to everyone else.”

“Oh, like last ti!” Sigrdrifa imdiately caught on, recalling the ti Miel had attached a few years forward version of herself to her during the Otwell Family fight.

Of course, she was still herself, except her mories, personality, and strength had temporarily beco what they were years later.

When the attached state ended, most of these elents would disappear from Sigrdrifa, but the feelings of using them would remain—mainly small fragnts of mory, emotions, and cognition.

Digesting them would undoubtedly increase her Inspiration regarding the Laws.

“Great!” Aske slapped the table and declared with gusto, “Let’s do it. Accelerate!”

The girls looked at one another.

“Aske…” Mia suddenly spoke up, “If everyone accelerates their growth, does that an you’ll be leaving us sooner?”

…

“Ah, why talk about that? Co on, everyone, let’s eat cake,” Aske quickly said as he saw the server bring over a plate.

“Aske, you don’t think your ‘changing the subject’ technique is always going to work, do you?” dea asked somberly.

Aske: …

“We have an old saying back ho,” he said after a mont of Silence, “All good things must co to an end.”

Everyone: …

“Yeah, that’s true,” Nora was the first to speak, picking up her own plate, “Let’s eat for now, the cream is lting.”

The cream how could it possibly be lting… dea also took a plate, the gloom in her eyes deepening.

“Eleanor.” Thira looked speechlessly across the table where Eleanor was absentmindedly ssing with her cake, “Your cake is almost mush.”

“Ah, oh.” Eleanor snapped back to reality and dug up a big spoonful of pure cream, unabashedly swallowing it down.

“I need to go to the bathroom!” dea suddenly stood up.

The girl beside her quickly made room for her, and dea left her seat, turning to say:

“Miel?”

“I’ll go, too.” Miel also got up.

Inside the coffee shop’s bathroom, dea ran water to wash her face and then lifted her head, looking at herself in the mirror.

Her face looked terrifyingly grim, droplets of water trickling down from her damp red bangs.

Miel leaned against the bathroom door fra, silently activating her Destiny Ability, ensuring that no one would co to the ladies’ room in the next few minutes.

“Miel,” dea asked in a low voice, “what’s his thod of returning? Defeating and subduing the Bronze Dragon? Or killing it?”

“You want to stop him,” Miel said.

“Of course,” dea squinted her eyes, gazing at Miel in the mirror, “don’t you want to?”

“I wish he could stay,” Miel sighed, “but on the condition that it’s not against his will.”

“Naive,” dea said coldly, “if he leaves, we all lose!”

Miel fell into silence.

“So it’s true?” dea turned around sharply, “You’re not denying it, so that ans once he goes back, he really won’t co back again?”

“I can only see his Fate Line in this world,” Miel spoke softly, “From the future point where he returns, his line just breaks off… Maybe he will co back and create a new Fate Line, but that line won’t be connected to the old one that’s already broken. I can’t locate the corresponding outco.”

“So even you can’t guarantee he will co back, right?” dea took a deep breath, “We must stop him from going back.”

“Even if it ans becoming enemies with him?” Miel asked.

“Even if it ans becoming enemies with him,” dea said through gritted teeth, “as long as he stays here, there is still a chance for redemption; if he goes, whether he will return or not is left to Fate!”

“And I,” her pupils suddenly dilated, flaming with an intense, heart-stopping radiance, “will absolutely not leave my lifelong happiness to an epheral fate!”

“What if I tell you that all the World Lines I have observed have no possibility of stopping him from returning?” Miel asked quietly.

“Then I will prove you wrong,” dea left the bathroom without looking back.

For a long ti.

“Am I wrong?” Miel, leaning on the door fra, seed to murmur to herself.

She once again deployed the “Destiny” Skill, setting the outco to “Aske staying in this world.”

In that instant, her Spiritual Essence began to be crazily drained by the Fate Law. One-half, one-quarter, one-eighth… As her delicate face grew paler, her Sanity, deprived of the support of Spiritual Essence, began to crumble.

Suddenly, the Radiance of the Eden Fruit burst forth, severing her Law Skills.

“ssiah…” a low voice sounded, “do not blindly place all your bets on a wish you cannot fulfill.”

“Raphael,” Miel steadied herself on the door fra with difficulty, standing unsteadily, “I… Can I not do it? Are my observations wrong?”

“Your observations are completely accurate,” said the voice from the Eden Fruit, “Based on current observations, Aske is present in so futures on the diverging World Lines and absent in others. But before that, all World Lines will converge at a specific point in ti, aning Aske will eventually leave this world, and whether he returns after that remains uncertain.”

“So even the future shown to by Rasul (that is, everyone vying for the returned Squad Leader) is just one of the possibilities,” Miel fell silent for a few monts before leaning her forehead tiredly against the back of her hand on the door fra, “As long as he leaves this world, there’s a risk that he’ll ‘never co back’. Worse still, his departure is a highly probable event that can’t be changed.”

“But… I still hope so much…” her eyes wide open, tears streaming endlessly from her erald eyes.

“…At least, at least in this matter, let there be… a black swan event…”