novelraw Chapter 272 -272-Wall of Space-Time, the Origin of the Game
Chapter 272 -272-Wall of Space-Time, the Origin of the Game
"If there’s nothing else, we’ll go report back to Grandfather and the others first!"
Caelan did not linger. After greeting Turo, he brought Evelyn with him and headed straight for Caesar’s office.
Inside the office,
When Caesar saw that Caelan and Evelyn had returned safely, he finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
And after hearing that Caelan was back, even more of Ironclad Legion’s senior leaders hurried toward the office.
In fact, they had already heard about the newly appeared portal.
Although the portal had now disappeared, the impact it caused would continue to spread for quite some time.
Turo had not kept the matter confidential, so these senior leaders already knew of Caelan and Evelyn’s astonishing feat in the Abyss.
Among the demon race, the Mind Demon race was considered moderately strong.
Yet Caelan and Evelyn had taken them down with ease, just the two of them.
From that alone, it was obvious that Caelan’s strength had already far exceeded their imagination.
"Little Caelan, did you manage to obtain the Fragments of History?"
At Caesar’s question, all the senior leaders present from Ironclad Legion pricked up their ears.
What could possibly be more important than the Fragments of History?
Even the human race did not know just how many Fragments of History the demon race had collected. They only knew that it was far easier for the demon race to gather them than it was for humanity.
Faced with this question, Caelan casually waved his hand.
"Don’t worry, Grandfather. We brought them all back."
Hearing Caelan’s relaxed tone, everyone present—including Caesar—let out a breath of relief.
Even if Caelan had brought back only a single Fragment of History, it would still have been an extremely important matter for the entire Ironclad Legion!
After all, the more they learned about the previous era, the more likely they would be to unravel the secrets of the cyclical ages, the game’s invasion, and eventually uncover the truth of this world.
Of course, those were only beautiful aspirations.
In truth, even now, Ironclad Legion—as one of the most elite human legions—had yet to fully grasp even some of the most basic truths.
That was why they valued every single Fragment of History so highly.
Caelan smiled faintly, then turned to look at Evelyn.
Back when they had first begun making plans, they had already decided how the spoils would be divided.
Simply put, the Fragments of History obtained this time would be shared between Ironclad Legion and Supreme Staff Legion.
Caelan and Evelyn had even planned to build a museum for them—a place to house these Fragments of History.
There was no helping it. The Mind Demon race had simply offered up too many!
"Evelyn, open their eyes a little!"
Caelan shot Evelyn a look that clearly said, Go all out.
Evelyn immediately nodded and instinctively moved to open her storage space.
Such an ordinary action, however, stood out sharply in the eyes of the senior leaders of Ironclad Legion.
Quite a few of them began sizing Evelyn up all over again.
They had never imagined that the trust between Caelan and Evelyn had already reached such a profound level.
Take what Caelan had just said, for instance. It was only a simple sentence, but for Evelyn to respond without hesitation and open her storage space so readily, she had to trust Caelan completely, without reservation.
That kind of trust surpassed even that of many married couples.
For example, among the senior leaders present, most of them would never allow their partners to casually inspect their storage space.
Just as the senior leaders were still quietly gossiping about the relationship between the two, Evelyn raised her hand and swept it forward. A massive number of Fragments of History came pouring out before the assembled leaders like a heap of dumped trash.
These Fragments of History seemed to possess some mysterious attraction to one another. The moment they were released, they automatically began fitting themselves together.
In the next instant, a solid wall composed entirely of Fragments of History appeared before everyone.
The surface of the wall radiated brilliant light, and within the silver-white structure faint spatial ripples could be seen.
The sight left all the senior leaders of Ironclad Legion utterly dumbfounded.
Even in their wildest dreams, they had never imagined they would see so many Fragments of History in their lifetime!
"No way... did you two rob the entire demon race blind?!"
"Even the elf race probably doesn’t have this many Fragments of History stored up!"
"These aren’t Fragments of History at all. This is clearly a Wall of Space-Time that records history!"
In the next moment, as spatial power pulsed through the air, the cracks between the Fragments of History began healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon, the contents recorded on the Wall of Space-Time appeared before nearly everyone present.
What Caelan had not expected was that the Wall of Space-Time recorded information related to the origin of the game’s invasion.
According to the Wall of Space-Time,
there was once a civilization called the Singers that seemed to have taken an interest in Earth. So they projected a game they had created onto Earth.
But after doing so, those irresponsible beings simply dusted off their hands and left, paying no attention at all to what happened afterward.
Of course, the Singers did make up an excuse for their departure.
They said something about a multiverse, hyperdimensional wars, and other such incomprehensible things.
But for the senior leaders of Ironclad Legion present here, these specialized terms were not meaningless. They understood the implications behind them.
So after reading the contents on the Wall of Space-Time, quite a few of them could not help but suck in a cold breath.
Terrifying. It was truly terrifying!
The Earth they depended on for survival was nothing more than an experimental game in the eyes of the Singer civilization!
Even now, the hearts of these senior leaders remained filled with profound shock.
Only belatedly did they realize that the level of the Singer civilization likely far exceeded anything anyone had imagined.
As for concepts like the multiverse and hyperdimensional wars, the senior leaders present did not actually understand them very well either.
But there was one thing they could be sure of:
if even the Singer civilization could not resolve such matters, then whether they understood them or not made no real difference.
After all, when the sky falls, it is the tallest who hold it up first. Once the initial shock passed, the senior leaders gradually recovered their composure.
At that moment, Caesar gave a light cough and offered the final conclusion.
"For now, it would seem that the Singer civilization has indeed already left us behind."
"Though it all sounds incredible, we now at least know the source of the game’s invasion. Perhaps many future questions can be approached from this direction."
"Also, according to the Wall of Space-Time, our Earth is an exceptionally special existence."
At this point, Caesar paused, and his tone grew solemn.
"But precisely because of that, the crisis we face may be beyond imagination!"