Chapter 691: Illusory Fictional City
The masked “Lily Rasputin” on the treasure ship “Silver” was undoubtedly Euphemia lvin who ran away from ho back then.
Until now, Annan hadn’t been able to verify the accuracy of this speculation.
However, with Celecia’s help…
Her reply convinced Annan that his deduction was right.
It was just a hunch previously, but it wouldn’t hurt to check.
Anyway, in this world where “everything would be forgotten in the next cycle”, even if Annan made the wrong choice, it would still be fine. Although this world was created to seal the Venerated Skeleton, it served another purpose for Annan.
—In the outside world, so comnts or actions led to unexpected turns of events, resulting in an ‘unforeseen ending’. In gaming terms, this could be roughly called a ‘secret ending’ or an ‘easter egg’, where the biggest secrets are usually concealed.
But the main difference between real life and gas was that ‘you can’t reload a save file in reality’.
This ant that if you wanted to chase that ‘secret ending’, you had to let go of the ‘usual outco’ that was already in motion.
It would be a tough decision to make.
Or, precisely because players in gas could reload and restart multiple tis, the joy of reaching the ending might not be as grand. This was because ‘achieving that ending’ was the initial goal all players had when they started the ga, and its value might diminish.
Compared with the outstanding and secret ending, a normal playthrough seed “not interesting enough”. Even though the outco of the secret ending might not be as good as the regular ending, people would still pursue the secret ending. It appeared as if unlocking the secret ending was a higher form of achievent.
In this infinite nightmare loop of [Eternal Reincarnation], the nightmare’s conditions beca the “load savefile” feature.
This implied that Annan might have to use drastic asures to get intel that was usually hard to co by.
For example, Annan told Celecia his real na.
While she might temporarily obey Annan’s orders and tell him everything she knew, this also ant that obtaining certain information might beco even more challenging.
There were things she could tell ordinary people, Elle, a stranger, and a passerby, but not Annan.
—That was inevitable.
Since this cycle would eventually end and everyone would lose these mories, it would be a waste to not take advantage of such a rare opportunity to extract so valuable information.
Since it might damage Annan’s reputation among the players, Annan didn’t bring Longjing Tea along this ti.
To keep Longjing Tea’s wild side in check, Annan sent him back to his place — definitely the best spot for playing the part and staying safe.
Naturally, people would tend to rest at ho in the evening; they would need a good reason to head out.
Annan was worried about it at first. If Euphemia returned ho honestly, it would not be easy to find her residence in these high-rise buildings.
Fortunately, Euphemia lvin was not that kind of person.
Finding her wasn’t particularly difficult.
She had a distinctive appearance.
Her hair was a heavy silvery-gray, reminiscent of rcury, hanging straight down. Near the ends, though, it unexpectedly transitioned into a pinkish-purple ombre with curls.
Such a distinctive hair color was unforgettable at just one glance. Not to ntion the tallic mask she wore, covering the upper half of her face, making her look like sothing out of a fantasy.
Annan and Celecia did not even use any transcended abilities, nor did they leverage Longjing Tea’s police authority. They just asked a few folks on the street and tracked down Euphemia the old-fashioned way.
At that mont, she was leisurely strolling through the food street — a can of coconut juice in her left hand and several steaming skewers in her right. With great gusto, she took a big bite, munching on several pieces from the skewers all at once.
Given the stack of wooden sticks poking out from her waist pouch, it seed Euphemia had been on a food spree for a while.
“Lily?”
This was such a departure from her usual look that when Ceresia laid eyes on her, she was montarily speechless.
She asked probingly, “Is that you?”
“Hi, Captain.”
Euphemia seed to have no doubt that “Celecia would eventually find her”.
The mont she was called, she said hello to Celecia without hesitation, “You’re a little late. Wasn’t I your top priority? That’s kind of heartbreaking. I thought you’d find sooner…”
While her words conveyed sadness, her tone was laid-back, without a trace of sorrow.
She turned around. Upon seeing Elle, she paused for a mont. Then, she greeted smilingly, “Hey, Little Elle… I didn’t expect to see you here. Weren’t you an angel?”
She clearly couldn’t forget the sight of Elle turning into an angel and flying away.
However, she didn’t seem too bothered.
Noticing that Elle’s eyes were focused on the coconut juice in her left hand, she handed it over with a smile, “It’s coconut juice, and it’s delicious. Among the drinks, this one tastes the best to . Not only it’s fresh, it’s also sweet. Do you want to try it?”
Obviously, she had already bought a lot of drinks in this “other world”.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be this familiar with the drinks.
As the creator of this otherworldly nightmare, Bone Burying Grandma could either literally see the future, or she pulled bits of “modern” life from the players’ mories, using them to quickly craft this slightly scaled-down “other realm”.
Annan felt the latter reason made more sense.
In this world, so things simply didn’t need to be here.
The most distinctive feature of the Mist Continent, apart from the curse, was the “ritual” that started with the Mysterious Lady.
Even if more people beco aware of the power held by the “Mysterious Lady”, it didn’t make Her any less mysterious or any weaker.”
The essence of ritual was to “rent” transcended power.
Every country agreed on controlling the secrets that could make soone a ritualist. It wasn’t about weakening the ritual’s power, but because those secrets were just too dangerous.
If the ritual failed, it could lead to various disasters — earthquakes, tsunamis, torrential rains, droughts, or even explosions in buildings, continuous nightmares among the townsfolk, participants in the ritual going mad, simply shortening of lifespan, or destroying the ritual site. Regardless of the outco, it was always troubleso.
On the other hand, holding the power of ritual would quickly inflate any ordinary person’s ego. No curse of transcendence restrained them. Besides, their mind wasn’t cleansed of distractions since they didn’t condense their souls like those advancing to the Silver Rank. They acted more recklessly, without consideration for the consequences.
In other words, controlling the rituals wasn’t because having more ritualists would weaken the power of the rituals. It was simply that the ard forces of the kingdoms on the surface couldn’t effectively deter or control these civilian ritualists to obey the law.
So, with the advancent of technology, official standardization of rituals beca the inevitable path forward.
And over those centuries, new and more effective rituals had inevitably erged. After all, rituals could be created… as long as they adhered to certain rules, they could be integrated into the “Truth” system.
From Annan’s observation, this “other world” seed more akin to an Earth-like worldview, but with elents adopted from the Mist Continent settings.
It almost entirely blocked the developnt of all non-magical rituals. It seed more like a fictional city, built using the magical knowledge of various schools led by the transformation school, combined with the technology of Earth around the 20th century.
To create a world with re thoughts…
The Bone Burying Grandma’s power even made Annan feel a little nervous.
What baffled Annan: Did all twelve upright deities have equal power? Or was it just the Bone Burying Grandma who was special?
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