It is designed for the ntal flaws of each individual, enough to completely destroy a person’s despair.
But Isaac, on Annan’s side without any intervention, rely relied on his own strength and willpower, stubbornly withstood this despair, and walked out of it on his own...
The only assistance Annan provided was turning the "ti synchronized with the outside world" into an "event" that could instantly fast forward to the end at once.
Previously, when Annan was reading "The Story of Ingrid," it wasn’t very noticeable. But the sixty-plus years on Isaac’s side were sped up to a single sentence by the card in Annan’s hand, ending in an instant.
This could at least prevent Isaac from returning to reality from the nightmare world and already finding no one he knows. Being able to obtain Fragnts of Truth from here can only be considered an unexpected surprise.
However, the fact that one can obtain Fragnts of Truth after using the thod of "overcoming one’s own despair"... did surprise Annan sowhat.
This also made Annan vaguely realize sothing.
Although the influence of The Worm was brought in due to Annan, this nightmare doesn’t seem to be completely corrupted. It still possesses so parts of The Heavenly Chariot.
The Worm, although powerful and bizarre, could by no ans possess the ability to grant others the Fragnts of Truth — this power undoubtedly belongs exclusively to The Heavenly Chariot.
"The problem now is, what should be done about Ofelia..."
Annan frowned, sowhat distressed.
After all, Isaac is a Gold-tier Transcendent and a scientific giant. But on other templates of Earth, there were even counterparts who could be called great n.
But Ofelia... he is rely a silver-tier bard.
The only extraordinary thing about him is that Golden Lyre and his na.
If Annan’s guess is correct, Ofelia also has a "special counterpart" on Annan’s Earth.
The son of Apollo and the Muse Calliope, holding the Golden Lyre gifted by Apollo, a poet who participated in the adventure of the "Argo"... Orpheus.
He is the embodint of the constellation Lyra, and should also have sothing special.
Otherwise... even if Annan could twist his fate, how could Ofelia escape from this despair?
With this concern, Annan opened the third card.
He had gradually beco proficient in this process.
Watching as the black font gradually erged:
"...thus, Ofelia gradually realized that this planet he is on, is a ’dead world’.
"This place no longer has traditional biological inhabitants, only these loveless and beauty-ignorant dolls. They only know right from wrong, need from unneeded, whilst regarding Isaac as ’aningless’.
"This is the world that makes Ofelia most despairing. Because in this world, everything values efficiency — the entire world is like a cold, endlessly operating machine gear.
"And the most aningless thing is ’sound’.
"Apart from the sound of walking, the sound of chanics operating, he could hear no other sounds. The ’natives’ of this world only need eye contact — or even just to be within a close range to instantly complete communication, no matter how complex.
"To them, dialogue, speech, facial expressions, movents, are all unnecessary decorations. Ofelia also gradually understood... it’s not that [they] are indifferent, but that [they] stand on a higher, farther ground compared to him.
"Compared with [them], he himself is the barbaric one!
"Clever as Ofelia, he quickly realized this point.
"So, he decided—"
[Roll a die, the smaller the number on the die, the more conservative his action; the bigger the number, the more radical his action will be]
[Based on your connection to Ofelia’s fate, you will have a total of eight points of "absolute value" in this story, which you can spend in any amount to shift your roll value up or down]
—Eight points of absolute value.
Annan’s heart sank.
This ant that he could hardly do anything. At most, he could only help Ofelia to turn around one or two desperate situations, the rest would have to be left entirely to fate.
And as Annan watched, Ofelia’s first fate die quickly showed the number: 16.
"Ofelia decided to take a bolder action."
But this ti, only a line was displayed before a new event popped up.
[Roll the dice again. The closer the number is to his last roll, the higher the success rate of the plan; if the number is 1 or 20, then it will definitely fail.]
——Rolling the dice consecutively?
Is the rule sowhat different now?
Annan muttered to himself as he reached out to touch the dice again.
Fortunately... Ofelia’s luck was not bad.
He rolled a 14 this ti.
Only two points away from sixteen, the success rate should be quite high.
Annan suppressed the urge to add the missing two points to ensure success and continued to watch the story unfold.
But Ofelia’s plan surprised him:
"He began to wonder if it was still his own skills that were lacking? If Yawen ca here and personally played the Golden Lyre, it could surely make stones weep and make steel cry.
"It is precisely because his singing voice cannot transcend species and civilizations to convey his thoughts. That’s why [they] cannot comprehend his intentions.
"——Then, playing songs for them, or playing the lyre to search for survivors in this world, is inherently a mistake.
"He should only play music for himself. If his music truly is great, it should be able to save a person in infinite despair from their plight—if his music cannot even save soone he knows deeply, person who shares the sa aesthetics, language, and civilization, then it’s far less likely to resonate with iron and stone.
"So Ofelia decided to first save himself.
"In a world of silence, his passionate music suddenly filled the skies.
"He climbed the highest tower he could see, found the button to turn on the amplifier by groping, and looked down at this cold, silent world, playing song after song with all his might.
"Not to please others, nor to spread any tales. He played only for one person—for ’himself’—a generous and fervent anthem of a hero. Even facing his own tragic fate, a hero would never succumb.
"He kept repeating that drumbeat of ’fate,’ roaring and singing high in the gusting wind. It seed as though a single Golden Lyre was like a hundred different instrunts played together, output through the amplifier to reach a town.
"Until the end, Ofelia did not move anyone with his music besides himself. But that was enough... Because he would never commit suicide, nor could he give up—whenever he was about to forget today’s hope, he would play that magnificent music again, retrieving the great will stored in the lody.
"He had to do sothing.
"Setting aside his identity as a wanderer, he was also a leader of a nation—he could not communicate with the automatons, but automatons could certainly communicate with each other with ease.
"He just needed to find a helper. A ’public’ who could understand his words and was willing to obey his will, to enlarge this ’hope’ against fate."
[Roll your dice, if the number is 6 or above (inclusive), then he will be able to find such a helper]
Watching the story on this card, Annan was deeply moved.
He touched the dice without hesitation and awaited the number fate would grant Ofelia, hoping he would once again create a miracle with his own strength...
It finally ca to a stop.
The number was: 2.
Like a cold splash of water to the face.
A chill soaked through Annan’s spine in an instant.
But soon, Annan gritted his teeth.
He shouted loudly:
"——What a joke!"
This fate that thrusts one back into despair... better off discarded!
Annan unhesitatingly sent out a four-point absolute value of fate, forcefully reversing this absolute tragedy.
The absolute value that could twist fate was ant for uses like this! It was indeed ant to bring hope, to bring "possibility"!
Though he was to observe as much as possible, he couldn’t possibly just ignore it—
Because what he aims to beco is the justice that is never too late!
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