Chapter 239: Ti (In honor of the League of Legends Alliance Leader who quit for good! Five more requests for subscriptions!)
Translator: 549690339
‘No…Impossible!’
‘It can’t be as I think…’
‘Otherwise, this is not just so evil spirit or the work of a demon professional…but a more terrifying, truly unsolvable ‘demon’s’ curse!’
‘It’s not the curse of the field of destiny…but…ti!’
‘…An unsolvable cycle.’
Despite his bold assumptions, the cautious Su Lu felt a dry mouth and unconsciously swallowed his saliva.
The noise of the banquet, the hustle and bustle of the dance floor, contrasted wildly with his chilling heart.
Gurgle!
Su Lu drank the champagne in one gulp, feeling that even this shadow clone needed warmth. He wanted to drink a glass of strong alcohol, the stronger the better.
He took a deep breath, stopped a waiter, and slightly smiled while asking, “Excuse , where is the washroom?”
Following the direction indicated by the attendant, he slipped into a corridor. Looking around and finding no one watching, he imdiately climbed out the window.
He had been here before and rembered that after climbing out of the corridor, he could hide in a cluster of shrubs and spy on the garden.
The view here was not bad, he could just see the edge of the ancient well.
Su Lu used the power of the [Wanderer], hiding in the shadows; the lines of his figure seed to beco illusory.
This shadow affinity constitution of the [Shadow Warrior] could even support the learning of so shadow spells.
Of course, since it was a clone, it only had two or three percent of the effect, but with the cover of the night, it was enough.
“In the silent night, you seem to have left.”
“I hear your voice, but I cannot see your face.”
“I can’t touch you… I can’t touch you…”
A slightly vicissitudinous and sad song looped in Su Lu’s ears.
Amidst the sound of footsteps, two figures ca to the garden.
It was Owen and his father.
Behind them, many family mbers of the Dougweir family followed, their faces solemn.
“Owen!”
Owen’s father, the shadow ‘speaker’, Nellin Dougweir, looked at his son softly, “You are my pride…I am proud of you, as is our family!”
“Thank…thank you…but can we not do this here…I’m scared…”
Owen’s smile was forced.
“Son… don’t be afraid, that is your destiny! It’s a responsibility you can’t avoid!”
Nellin said with a sigh.
At this mont, Owen looked clearly more frightened.
The banquet, the well-dressed crowd, the music, the ancient well… all the elents of the curse were present, he was afraid that he would fall into that old well suddenly and die terribly.
“Owen… take this, it’s your diary, your things.”
Nellin handed Owen a diary.
The classical music playing seed to enter its most lodious part:
“You seem to have left…”
“Turning into a butterfly in the ring of ti…”
“I can hear your voice, but I can’t touch you…”
“My diary?”
Owen looked at the antique notebook in his hand that was about to fall apart, shook his head and said, “This isn’t mine…”
He didn’t have the habit of keeping a diary at all!
“No! It belongs to you, the ti is almost here!”
Nellin’s expression beca grave: “I’m proud of you, my son!”
He gently pushed with his right hand, which seed to carry an invisible force.
Owen was drawn to the edge of the ancient well, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
Although he knew he was destined to fall into this well, he didn’t expect that it would be his father who would push him.
“Fulfill it, complete the cycle of ti!”
With another push from Nellin, Owen fell into the well.
No thud ca, as if the well were infinitely deep.
Under the moonlight, the music of piano mixed with violin still lodious.
Under the complex gazes of many family mbers, the well gradually faded and disappeared, as silently as it ca.
“No!”
“We haven’t disappeared! Haha!”
After waiting a few minutes, many mbers suddenly cheered: “We’ve completed the cycle of ti! As expected…Owen is the key!”
“Yes…but I’ve lost my son. I rember what he looked like when he was born, every sorrow and joy during his growth, even his preference for won, he was inclined towards loli types…but now, he’s gone forever.”
A complex and indescribable expression appeared on Nellin’s face.
‘Sure enough… it’s a ti-based curse.’
Su Lu, who had been ‘listening’ to the entire process, had his eyes widened.
‘So Owen Dougweir is the historical Big Owen, the first verified ancestor of the Dougweir family!’
‘He was cursed by ti… is he a transmigrator who has returned to history?’
‘Perhaps… he left a notebook that recorded the content of that ti. It was passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the family head…’
‘That’s why his clansn fear and respect him, secretly arranging all this… because it’s a paradox! If Owen Dougweir doesn’t travel through ti on his 25th birthday, the Dougweir family will cease to exist in history, and these blood relatives will likely be instantly erased!’
‘Even the banquet, the grand attire… it’s considered as ritual requirents, and ticulously followed…’
‘Owen Dougweir… I thought your ancestors were mighty, but I didn’t expect… Big Owen to be you!’
‘You, who traveled back to ancient tis, at the end of your struggle, only beca the builder and nar of Lore City and left an extraordinary family? No wonder, even if a salted fish ti travels, it’s still a salted fish. Your limited achievents are likely the result of environntal constraints.’
Su Lu had seen the part of Owen that was content with doing nothing, so he knew the effects of the comfortable environnt on him.
But witnessing this scene, Su Lu couldn’t help but feel a complex emotion.
‘If this was indeed caused by a demon, it would represent a horror that exceeds my original imagination… it ans that it not only dabbles in the ‘field of ti’, but also delves deeply into it…’
‘No… even a true god could not possess such power!’
‘Perhaps… a parallel world? Did Owen go to another tiline?’
Su Lu felt his head start to throb.
The intense fear and horror this suggested was too much for him to remain calm.
‘No… I should go.’
Seeing the Dougweir family mbers preparing to wrap things up, Su Lu, too, prepared to leave without a trace.
He didn’t know how to classify this event yet.
In practice, Owen didn’t die, so it can’t count as a homicide.
After all, Owen’s father ssing with his son is a family affair, Su Lu shouldn’t interfere.
‘Can this indeed be considered another form of ‘ripping off one’s own father’?’
Su Lu silently complained, preparing to dissipate this shadow clone, ensuring there was no evidence.
“There’s a peeper!”
Just then, Nellin Dougweir’s pupils flickered with purple light, looking towards a corner.
Whoosh!
In that corner, a shadow erged and quickly left the garden, bolting off into the distance.
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