novelraw Chapter 207 : Let Brother Rast Come to My Side Immediately
Chapter 207 : Let Brother Rast Come to My Side Immediately
Chapter 207: Let Brother Rast Come to My Side Immediately
"Make a wish… to Fate?"
Listening to that clear voice from Little Grey, Rast couldn’t help but repeat the words.
"Dean Silver, an Eighth Tier angel-level powerhouse… can even something like that be done?"
"Technically speaking, yes, that is correct."
Dean Silver’s expression was equally grave. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen of light, while her fluffy, snow-white tail unconsciously swayed midair.
"You should be aware, right?"
"With the advancement of scientific technology, many of the abilities used by extraordinary beings, the Night Blades… and even the Mechanists in the Present World, can be replicated through science, achieving similar effects."
"For example, that little one Ishta’s Night Blade 'Eye of Secret Insight', capable of 'mind-reading' and 'truth discernment'—however, if using technological means to monitor and analyze a person’s heartbeat, hormone secretion, brainwaves, life history, and other data, it’s actually possible to achieve a near-identical result to 'mind-reading' or a 'lie detector'."
"Take your Shoreguards’ Sisel as another example. In the Battle of the Fractured Coastline, what he used—that ability that imagined himself as the Sun and incinerated four Legendary beings at once—can also be replicated through the Mechanists’ technological approach."
"The nuclear weapons of the Present World are precisely created using the same principle… just like Sisel, mimicking the 'principles of stellar operation', converting mass into pure energy and destructive force."
Dean Silver narrowed her eyes slightly, as if reminiscing about that tragic battle witnessed firsthand beside the live broadcast screen of the Arcane Tower.
"Of course, while the Mechanists can artificially replicate the 'extraordinary' through technological means—"
"Due to limitations such as cost of use, prerequisites, consumption of wealth and materials, and various other constraints, even if extraordinary powers can be replicated with science, they will never render the abilities of extraordinary beings obsolete. For example, using tech to achieve 'lie detection' and 'mind-reading' requires equipping the target with a mess of monitoring devices, whereas Ishta’s 'Eye of Secret Insight' activates with just a single glance."
"However—no matter how prosperous and developed science and technology become, there will always be things beyond the reach of 'science'."
"These are miracles that turn the impossible into the possible, mysteries unreachable by human technology—these can be understood as 'magic', beyond the realm of ordinary extraordinary powers."
Dean Silver paused for a moment. "This is a domain that only Eighth Tier angels can touch… miracles that only those who can truly interfere with the laws of the planes can enact."
"Different angels, depending on the Higher Sequence Tiers they belong to—the 'miracles' they can perform, the 'magic' irreproducible by science, are all distinct."
"I don’t know much about the miracles and magic available to angels of other Sequences. These are nearly the greatest secrets each angel possesses."
"But one thing is certain—even an Eighth Tier angel must pay a tremendous price to perform miracles."
"Each angel can perform only a limited number of 'miracles' in their entire life. This has nothing to do with the energy consumption, but is rather a restriction from the world’s laws."
"If we compare extraordinary beings beneath the Legendary Realm to regular players in a game, then Eighth Tier angels are akin to having partial administrator privileges—capable of performing feats forever out of reach for normal players. But the number of times the administrator can use those privileges is strictly limited. Once exhausted, they are no different from any ordinary player."
Dean Silver’s gaze locked onto the hazy screen of light. "And this little girl named Little Grey, the authority she gained after breaking through to angelhood—was the power to make dreams come true."
"To turn fantasy into reality, rewriting existence with her Mental Image. It could be called true 'ideation realization'—using falsehood to overwrite true landscapes, a miracle utterly unreachable by scientific means."
"But the cost of performing such a miracle—"
"Just as Little Grey herself said, in her entire life, she can only make three wishes."
As if to confirm Dean Silver’s words—
Following her explanation, Little Grey’s voice echoed once more.
"'Making a wish to Fate'—this is a miracle that allows fantasy to become real."
"Under normal circumstances, I can still use abilities from the Higher Sequence of Fate to glimpse fragments of the future. But such 'precognition' comes at great cost to me."
"Thus, after only a few glimpses into the development of the future, I must stop and rest, to recover my depleted Spiritual Power—even if I abandon sleep and food, dedicating all my energy to computing future possibilities, the worldlines I can glimpse are extremely limited."
"But the future holds infinite possibilities. If time is likened to a vast River of Time flowing from top to bottom, then before our current moment in the timeline, the past has already been fixed—there is only one main trunk of history."
"However, downstream from the 'current moment', the River of Time possesses nearly endless 'branches'..."
"Just like the branches of a great tree, every tiny difference, every trivial divergence, every small person’s fleeting thought—could, due to the butterfly effect, influence the whole—thus giving rise to an entirely new worldline."
"Therefore, relying solely on my own power, it is forever impossible to explore every timeline, every divergence in the future. Naturally, it is also impossible to find the correct one among the vast, misty sea of future possibilities—the one single timeline where human civilization of the Sixth Era survives and we weather through the Cataclysm of the Era’s End."
“However, back then I naively believed—”
“The reason I couldn’t find a way to help human civilization survive the Cataclysm of the Era’s End was simply because I wasn’t strong enough yet, that I lacked the ability to explore more diverse futures… In that endless divergence of possibilities, there must exist a path where the civilization of the Sixth Era could remain safe and sound. I just hadn’t found it yet.”
“And precisely because of this belief, I made my first wish.”
The girl’s clear voice paused slightly, tinged with an almost imperceptible trace of pain.
“Through the power of the miracle, my wish came true.”
“That which should have been impossible became possible. I broke through the limitations of my own ability and Spiritual Power depletion, and threw myself into the boundless future of possibilities—”
“I traversed every divergence in the future, wandered down every fork in the River of Time, every single branch node where a new path could be born… I exhausted all possibilities, all developments, all roads. Even in the smallest and most inconspicuous tributaries, I left my footprints behind.”
“In the end, I even started to lose track of who I really was… which worldline version of Grey I actually was in, and whether the current me at this moment was still within a simulated future, or truly existing in the current timeline.”
“However, in the end… I discovered a pitiful, utterly despairing truth—”
Rast could hear the despair and sorrow in Little Grey’s self-murmuring voice:
“Even though I traversed all futures and all divergent possibilities—”
“Within all those divergences, not a single path existed that allowed the civilization of the Sixth Era to survive.”
“The Sixth Era is destined to end. Civilization shall perish. The world will be destroyed and reborn… then a new cycle begins again.”
“This outcome is like an irreversible axiom, an unchangeable cosmic constant—etched into the conclusion of every worldline divergence.”
“No matter how hard I try before the end, no matter how I struggle with all my might… no matter how prosperous the developments of different worldlines may seem, how they present completely opposite scenarios—”
“In the end, all divergent possibilities, all the various futures, converge upon the same node—the end of the era, the reboot of the world.”
“The future holds countless possibilities, ten million paths… but the end of every path is the exact same scene.”
In Little Grey’s voice was a tremble never heard before: “That worldline where the civilization of the Sixth Era is redeemed… has never existed.”
“In fact, this is only natural.”
“In this world, there never was a rule that says hard work must yield reward. It’s not that just because you try hard enough, fight desperately enough… you will surely find a turning point, a way to reach a Happy End.”
“Many games are designed from the very start to have no happy grand ending—no matter how hard players work in the game collecting items, mastering skills, recruiting companions, leveling up, gathering intelligence… in the end, the game developer can just insert a story-kill moment that renders all your efforts meaningless.”
“Fate, predetermined, cannot be escaped.”
“In truth, there never was such a thing as a 'perfect timeline'…”
“It was just me, wishfully believing it to be true—and I took it upon myself to make the pursuit of that perfect timeline the meaning of my life, something I had to chase no matter the cost.”
“Expecting blindly, only to be shattered blindly.”
Little Grey gave a bitter smile.
“After that, I completely broke down.”
“The meaning of my life, the goal I had struggled toward for over a hundred years, was now declared by Fate to have never existed at all… All this time, I was just foolishly and vainly wasting effort.”
“That feeling—of your entire life being negated, decades of struggle vanishing like a dream… it really isn’t easy to bear.”
“In that moment, I felt as though I was back on the cliff at the Royal City of Paradise, once again that helpless little girl crying her heart out.”
Her bitter voice echoed throughout the high tower.
At that instant, time seemed to dislocate.
The girl who spoke was no longer the unparalleled leader who once guided all of Sixth Era humanity forward—
She had reverted to who she was two hundred years ago, the naive girl who screamed in rage on the night of betrayal.
On that rainy night of betrayal, the girl had stretched out her hand desperately, wanting to grasp the silhouette walking away—but grasped nothing.
The world was silent, save for the pouring rain. Only Little Grey remained, kneeling helplessly in the rain curtain, as though abandoned by the entire world.
“And when one breaks down, in the Abyss of Despair—one will always, unconsciously, start reaching out and flailing, trying with all their might to grab hold of something.”
“Just like a drowning person, who instinctively grabs onto any straw nearby to stay afloat.”
Little Grey’s voice sounded once again.
“And so, when the meaning of my life was utterly denied, when my mental defenses had completely collapsed… the presence I subconsciously reached out to, as if clinging to a life-saving straw—was you, Brother Rast.”