When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1663: 340: Hope in the Stirring of Life

Chapter 1663: Chapter 340: Hope in the Stirring of Life

Upon hearing that Aiwass had erged, Isabel left her duties and hurried over.

Geront’s construction team worked with remarkable efficiency—this almost entirely transcendent team managed to erect a palace’s frawork in just one week.

Of course, compared to the original Good Master Palace, its scale and splendor were significantly lacking. In terms of decoration, it was even inferior to the Hall of Silver and Tin on Glass Island. But at least it could be used normally.

During Aiwass’s retreat, Isabel, with Sherlock’s assistance, quickly organized the first leadership team of Wanning. Although she wasn’t very familiar with Parthian customs, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—so practices she considered cruel and inhumane were actually deed benevolent by the Parthians.

For instance, a ten-hour work system, and a single day off per week…

Despite this cognitive misalignnt, it didn’t sit well with Isabel to exploit these forr Parthian slaves.

—She still believed it was wrong.

For now, it was only a transitional asure, to resolve the ss left by the forr Parthian Ancient Country… At the very least, people needed to adapt to surviving and living under new conditions before things could return to normalcy.

Otherwise, granting them too many benefits right away without adequate infrastructure and grassroots managent might not imdiately improve their quality of life… If that happens, wanting to impose stricter managent on Wanning people later would encounter enormous resistance.

The current Isabel was no longer the naive girl who knew nothing.

This was not even sothing Sherlock needed to teach her; she knew what to do herself.

And in areas of customs, there was also the help of the “Hero” Ismael and the Avianfolk. Amid people’s fervor, Wanning Country, known as the “Miracle of the Green Land,” quickly ford a new self-identity.

This was not only the prophesied Savior but also the deity who eradicated all Benevolent Lords and permanently altered the desert lands!

Who could oppose him? Who dared to oppose him? Who would want to oppose him?

The answer was no one.

Just like when Arthur once defeated the Giant King, he let Lancelot establish the Knight Nation of Avalon in his na…

Today’s Avalon had been completely integrated into New Herasal… And with the birth of the new Herasal, a new “Avalon” appeared.

Indeed, history is cyclical.

“If this is the case… is everything truly fine?”

Isabel was both joyful and worried.

Joyful because, in the end, Aiwass succeeded—he did it before the ti limit arrived!

Yet worried because Aiwass seed visibly weakened. This was due to nurturing skill with the soul as the sustenance, which had caused soul weakness.

Naturally… Aiwass had specifically used the Rite of Fire to recover before erging.

Otherwise, his wounded and feeble state would likely have frightened Isabel. Perhaps, even after Aiwass left, she might have ended up with nightmares.

“Tell Geront that I am preparing to make a trip to the Southern Continent. Regardless of how his evacuation goes, I’ve already given him enough ti.”

After cuddling with Isabel for a while to replenish so energy, Aiwass gently tousled Isabel’s hair, advising, “Don’t overwork yourself… you’re already more than halfway through your pregnancy, and with not around, rember to take good care of yourself.”

“Ligeia will protect , and I’m not weak myself…”

Isabel had no worries, rely rubbing her belly and shaking her head, “I’m also a transcendent of the Fifth Power Level, it doesn’t affect much.”

She even asked in return, “Do you need to accompany you? I can borrow Lily’s body… Having by your side, would that make you feel more at ease?”

“I need your wisdom, Lulu.”

Aiwass pressed his forehead against Isabel’s, whispering softly, “Wanning is my great endeavor in the Material Realm—conquering the Great Abyss, eradicating the Sin Thorn, transforming the desert into an oasis, turning war into peace, bringing into reality sothing that hadn’t occurred in ten thousand years… this is truly the realization of a miracle, turning the impossible into the possible.

“If soone were to destroy it, it would an that ‘miracles ultimately cannot overco the inertia of history,’ indicating the nullification of miracles.

“Please maintain it for , okay? I don’t have the extra energy to handle other matters while protecting Wanning. I can’t stay here forever… Yulia is already giving her all managing Herasal, the only person I can trust is you.”

“Don’t worry, you silly fox.”

Isabel also tousled Aiwass’s hair, cradling his divinely beautiful face in her hands, and gently kissed his forehead.

“…The ho is in my hands. Go out and hunt freely.”

“You’re truly reliable, my little princess.”

Aiwass smiled, leaning down to kiss Isabel.

“I’ve long been the Queen.” Isabel pretended to complain, pouting.

“Shouldn’t it be Sudanna?”

Saying that, Aiwass kissed Isabel again.

Isabel felt neither shy nor angry, she just embraced Aiwass’s head, letting it rest gently against her abdon.

“Can you hear it?”

She whispered softly, “I can already faintly feel the rhythm of that life.”

It was a very subtle fetal movent.

But for Aiwass and Isabel, the traces of that new life were extrely clear.

Aiwass quietly closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of fetal movent at the dawn of life.

For so reason, he felt a slight sting in his eyes.

Raising his head, there was a sense of having been separated by ages.

…When did he fully realize that he was truly a part of this world?

Was it when Yulia called him “brother” in her soft voice?

Was it when the Old Queen gifted him that scarf?

Was it when he sat at the Round Table Hall, saying, “Lords, be seated as follows?”

Was it when he and Isabel married under everyone’s blessings?

…Or perhaps it was all of these?

And now, Aiwass once again realized this point very clearly—

“It’s good to be alive.”

Aiwass murmured quietly in awe.

As long as one keeps living, miracles might be born.

He longed so intensely to stay alive, to pierce through the veil of void.

He yearned so much to overco the end tis, to see the mont his child is born with his own eyes.

He was so, so hopeful…

So filled with [hope].

—It was an unprecedented desire to survive, a vibrant force akin to a sunrise.

That was…

The power of love.

From the Path of Creation, the narrative of the Solo Dancer under the Moon.

—Is this the love that surpasses “instinct”?

Aiwass pondered so quietly, holding Isabel closely.

Love always inspires people to soar like sparks, ascending steadfastly like the rising sun.

When Aiwass stood up again, he was filled with determination.