When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1172: 479: I Just Won't Leave

Chapter 1172: Chapter 479: I Just Won’t Leave

Overall, the outco is good.

With Grunevald’s full support, the relocation of the Spirit Summoning Tower went smoothly without any difficulties.

Under the guidance and direction of the ntors, the students were orderly gathering their most precious belongings, while docunts, specins, and large undead and patchwork corpses were left behind. Ongoing experints were forcibly halted, and half-completed undead and patchwork corpses were entirely destroyed to prevent them from getting out of control.

The energy supply to the Spirit Summoning Tower was shut down layer by layer, and the lights gradually extinguished—like preparing to leave for a long trip by turning off all the power at ho, locking the windows, and shutting the pipe valves.

The flow in pipelines “Number 1” to “Number 3” was also halted, all laboratory instrunts were shut down, and the doors were sealed and locked from the outside.

One after another, half-born undead, and those body materials not yet fully used, were pushed into a pool of erald green, gradually dissolving amid sizzling corrosion sounds.

At this mont, Grunevald had returned to the top floor to pack his belongings he planned to take, while the students chatted as they organized their luggage.

Aiwass initially wanted to find his acquaintances, but Vice Principal Adolf was still following him, chatting incessantly.

“Did you end up visiting the Amber Master?”

Adolf asked curiously.

“It’s already done.”

Aiwass sighed, “It was just yesterday—when the Star Antimony incident happened, we were having a celebration feast.”

“Are you sleepy? Why not take a rest? I estimate it’ll be four or five more hours until the students finish packing… enough for a nap.”

“I managed to sleep for half an hour, roughly sufficient.”

Aiwass politely declined, “But I’m a bit thirsty… Is there anything to drink?”

He was sowhat weary, albeit not physically, but ntally exhausted.

“…There certainly is.”

Adolf thought for a mont, then led Aiwass to a higher floor.

There was an empty juice bar, but from the dust, it looked frequently used; many must have been there last night. The tables still bore untouched glass cups from previous drinks.

Adolf skillfully retrieved so preserved concentrated juice from the counter using Preservation Arts, unsure of how long it had been stored.

Without asking Aiwass’s preference, Adolf deftly made two cups of iced orange juice—the ice cubes were even freshly conjured by him.

“Enough said, I offer you juice. Considering His Holiness might have dietary restrictions, I won’t pour wine for you…”

Adolf slid one cup towards Aiwass, “Was that really a relic from the Age of Amber?”

“Indeed… It tastes quite good.”

Aiwass nodded, downed the perfectly chilled orange juice, and introduced the ever-silent Cardinal Galatea beside him to Adolf, “This is Cardinal Galatea—she accompanied into the relic.”

Ever since Aiwass spoke a certain phrase to Cardinal Galatea, she seed to shut down like a burnt CPU, suddenly silent until now. Even facing the Old Lich, she hadn’t uttered a word… It was as if the Old Lich hadn’t noticed her, completely ignoring her presence.

Luckily, the automatic following seed still engaged, so at least she was still in line beside Aiwass without falling behind.

“Candle Master above—pleased to et you, holy Cardinal Galatea!”

Adolf respectfully greeted Cardinal Galatea, but seeing no response, he shook his head and turned to Aiwass, “What did Master Durer hope to gain from it?”

That was the true na of the Amber Master.

Aiwass replied, “A piece of Light Amber—the Amber Master insisted on ‘obtaining a piece of Light Amber at any cost’, for which he avoided touching anything else.”

“Light Amber… So it truly exists.”

Adolf exclaid, “Indeed, archaeology often yields remarkable treasures.”

“Just what is it used for?”

Aiwass couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s a key to unlock a ‘world replica’. You can think of it as… the ability to ‘replicate’ non-existent individuals or preserve things destroyed from an earlier tiline. I guess—it’s just speculation—that the master wishes to replicate soone. After all, he diligently developed Resurrection Arts; there ought to be a motive, right?”

Adolf laughed.

After all, he shared the sa legacy as the Amber Master—Adolf indeed knew the use of Light Amber.

He added, “Hmm… Forgive for using the term ‘replicate’, as I consider it not quite genuine resurrection, at most creating an identical likeness.”

When Aiwass heard the term “replica”, he was startled—he feared there was a replica to conquer. But midway through, he realized it was truly that kind of “replica”—akin to a manuscript or a print copy.

Literally speaking, if there’s a “replica”, there ought to be an “original”. Hence, a replica is an imitation of the original.

“…aning, extracting a replica of so entity or person from old tis?”

Aiwass felt surprised, “Can Preservation Arts even accomplish such feats?”

“It’s the only complete ancient spell preserved!”

Adolf boasted, “In ancient tis, spellcasters of the Tower of Heaven could even reach the Dream Realm and beco gods through these miraculous spells! By the way, the relic you visited belongs to which period in history? Is it part of the known chapters?”

“It was the Tower of Heaven.”

Aiwass replied, “The sole relic of the Tower of Heaven.”

“—Oh my heavens!”

Adolf’s eyes widened, and he fell silent.

“Oh, had I known… I definitely would’ve joined you! Damn it… It’s such a coincidence…”

He leaned forward, his eyes filled with intense longing, even the dull yellow in his pupils seed alleviated.

He rubbed his hands fervently like a fly, eagerly and attentively said, “Quick, tell … No, great His Holiness the Pope, let listen to the secrets—what would you like to drink? Before I beca a necromancer, I was once a bartender.”

“Just so orange juice.”

Aiwass first placed an order, then recounted his archaeological adventure to Adolf in detail.

This middle-aged necromancer was quite cooperative. His expression changed dramatically along with Aiwass’s story, bursting with exaggerated emotions and providing the storyteller with rich emotional value.

Until he heard about the collapse of the Tower of Heaven under the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s attack… His expression instantly turned incredulous.

The frozen expression remained for a long ti before he gradually fell silent.

The feeling was like a fervent pilgrim discovering the Holy Land had now been demolished and turned into a shopping district.

After the anger, there was only silence.

“…Ah.”

Adolf sighed, collapsing backward into his chair, “I just knew, how could… it be so coincidental. Indeed, I’ve never been in ti for anything fresh in my whole life. But it’s fine… alas…”

“Do you really like the Tower of Heaven?”

After a long silence, Cardinal Galatea softly spoke.

To Aiwass, it was worthy of being called a dical miracle — yet Adolf didn’t realize anything, simply nodding earnestly, “I think it’s so romantic, in human history… no, in the history of intelligent life, it’s the most romantic event.”

“…Romantic?”

As a Contractor of the Gemini Mirror, clearly, this was the first ti Cardinal Galatea heard soone describe the Tower of Heaven with such a word.

To her, it was rely her “mission,” her “work.” And after Galatea’s rebirth into a construct, it was a painful past she could never touch.

Just like when at the Tower of Heaven, people were wary of that apparatus. That was Cardinal Galatea’s understanding of humanity.

She widened her eyes, finding it incredible that an intelligent being who had never contacted the Tower of Heaven could so fervently worship it, “Which part are you referring to?”

“—All of it.”

In this mont, Adolf’s decadent words were full of emotion, “People gathered together, dedicating their light and heat for the miracle of ascending to heaven… indeed, this is the true aning of ‘Strength’. If ‘Wisdom’ and ‘Strength’ can be perfectly fused, then all miracles can be achieved…”

“…Miracle, huh?”

Cardinal Galatea suddenly looked at Aiwass, thinking of sothing.

—If the fire isn’t hot enough, then burn first.

Aiwass’s words echoed in her heart.

Her forr work was to complete the miracle of the Tower of Heaven — it was neither her career nor a miracle she created.

The past “Galatea” was just an extrely small part of this great creation. It was once her everything, and she lost all that was hers, losing even the aning and value of her existence.

Now she’s still alive, but what’s the point?

Her only value is to showcase “the true existence of that era.”

—rely a specin.

She’s a remnant “preserved” to this day.

Her ti had long since stalled.

And now…

…She perhaps has a chance to beco part of a miracle in the new era.

As if the stagnant ti flowed once more, she no longer needs to remain silent and cold like a doll.

It’s as if the past scale bearer “Galatea” had co alive again—

“Dusk and beauty are the sa.”

Aiwass chuckled lightly, “That is precisely the miracle of the Holy Number totaling eleven, you’re on the right path.”

“Path — where is there sothing like correctness? Besides, what you said also includes Dedication and Transcendence.”

Adolf smiled, deriving other insights, “I rember Your Holiness the Pope, it seems you’re on this path too?”

“Yes.”

Aiwass nodded, speaking earnestly, “I call it ‘The Path of Miracles’. When the sum of the Holy Numbers is ten, two paths fall into an inert cycle, sinking into the Void; but when the sum reaches eleven, it possesses the power to create miracles.”

“How wonderful… a miracle…”

Adolf sighed, his whole body slumping into the chair, “Will I still have the chance to witness a miracle…”

“You will,” Aiwass assured, “there’s still plenty of ti.”

“…Perhaps not that much ti.”

Adolf shook his head slightly, “My ti is running out, I fear I won’t even get to see the Fallen Celestial Marshal defeated…”

Hearing this, Aiwass widened his eyes slightly.

He realized sothing, “Weren’t you planning to retire and travel?”

“A different thod, but still the sa. It’s just a matter of where I’ll be buried. I don’t really want to be with these kids, it’s too noisy, making forget the peace I seek, afraid I never sleep soundly… Now it’s just perfect, I can finally have so peace here.”

The vice-president smiled, evidently having no intention to move at all, “You all go, I’ll watch the house.

“Soone’s got to guard the door, right? Otherwise, if those demons co and ss up the place, it won’t be good.

“Just leaving is enough—perfect, I also want to finally be a true Tower master for a few days.”

“…Did you originally want to go to the ruins of the Tower of Heaven?”

Aiwass guessed Adolf’s thoughts, “Do you want to die there?”

“Hmm,” Adolf nodded, “there was a mont just now when I thought… dying amidst the collapsed splendor, buried by the tis, how romantic. But I had originally planned to stay here, so it doesn’t make a difference.

“Gosh, being shaken from my original intention… is this the residue of miracles? Just a na, and I can rekindle a bit of my already solidified interest…

“…Speaking of which, Your Holiness the Pope. Did you know that my childhood dream… was that after I die, a strongman would hurl my body, throwing it into the center of The Sun. I was beaten by my mom and dad for such a ‘dream’ back then…”

Adolf waved his hand, not continuing the conversation.

He was rely a bit nostalgic, but he smiled warmly, “To hear such a story at the end makes very happy.

“When you all defeat the Fallen Celestial Marshal and reclaim the Spirit Summoning Tower… Your Holiness the Pope, rember to co back once.

“—At that ti, I have a little gift for you.”