"What are you thinking about?"

Lindong saw Ethan was absent-minded and asked curiously.

She really liked the feeling that this bedroom presented and decided to decorate her and Ethan's new home like this in the future.

"Thinking about you."

Ethan said, "Maybe you once went through the same trials."

The trial of courage, the trial of evolution, the trial of wisdom.

These three trials might be equivalent to a complete ceremony of ascending to godhood.

From the few words of "future Lindong," it's not hard to deduce the history she witnessed. It might be the original trajectory of this world, where Julius's rebellion brought about the scarlet plague, and the imperial capital was destroyed in less than a week. Queen Margaret fled with the bloodline of Henry VI, and then there was no news of them. A few months later, Ophira was destroyed by flood and sea monster attacks.

Then what about the dungeon of the abyss?

"Future Lindong" did not know Kane, nor did she understand that Kaisaros split a part of his consciousness.

Perhaps in that cruel timeline, Kane was completely devoured by Kaisaros, while Lindong faced Bazatous and completed her evolution, and during the trial of wisdom, she explored the authority belonging to the Old Gods.

So, how did she persuade Sincaro?

Promise to help Him complete a resurrection ceremony, allowing the ancestors' souls to be reborn in this era?

"That would be closer to reality, wouldn't it?"

Lindong's eyes shone with a strange brilliance, "You said before, one in ten things in life go as one wishes."

The phony Kadela's deduction was correct; civilizations will inevitably be replaced. For those living during a civilization's transition, it is the worst of times.

Yet this kind of history has already cycled through several times, with any new civilization built upon ruins.

Ethan artificially stopped this cycle, steering the Empire and Ophira onto a path outside their predetermined fate.

"Humans cannot persuade the Old Gods; even communication is a luxury."

Lindong said, "Just 'seeing' them would drive them mad, and don't you find it fascinating? Anapolis and Bazatous are actually no different from humans."

A travel enthusiast, an artist.

Ethan demonstrated with practical action that as long as there is good communication, the arrival of doomsday can be prevented.

And now the object of communication became Sincaro, an Old God who appeared particularly gloomy and heavy, shunned by his peers. Yet in another sense, His understanding of this world was the greatest among all the Old Gods.

He recorded everything he knew in this library, fearing he might miss certain details.

Before Ethan appeared, no one would believe this was a way to avoid the arrival of doomsday.

Anyone proposing "communication" would be deemed fit for a mental institution.

No, one should say before they advocated it, they had likely already gone insane from exploring the Old Gods.

Such people were legion. During the formation of the Violet Commune, Lindong learned of many challenges from the previous director of the Reception Bureau, especially concerning the contamination zones, a mad world where humans should absolutely not appear.

The average lifespan of the first batch of Reception Bureau investigators was 28 years, and those with a career exceeding 7 years were considered veterans.

And even if these veterans did not die at the hands of Old God creations, they would be transferred back to the Reception Bureau's main office, as their mental state would no longer permit them to work on the front lines.

She witnessed the real and cruel side of this world.

Ethan was stunned for a moment, feeling for an instant that Lindong's smile overlapped with her future self's.

"And what you experienced, it seems more like a fairy tale."

Things, in the end, will turn for the better.

Good communication often solves most problems.

Old Gods, like humans, can also be understood and acknowledged.

"I like such stories, looking forward to seeing how the fairy tale unfolds."

...

That night, Ethan slept soundly.

His consciousness unknowingly sank into darkness, from which strange yet familiar conversations echoed.

A man and a woman, both sounding very young.

"White hair, red eyes? Ugh, what's so good about that?"

"You don't get it, do you? It's the ultimate fantasy of countless people."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, hey, do you want to try it? You have fine features, uniquely built..."

"Ew, stay away from me!"

...

These seemed to bring Ethan back to a long time ago, but he couldn't quite recall when this conversation happened, or perhaps it was entirely unrelated to him, heard only one day as he walked along the street, and the interlocutors would naturally not leave him any profound impression.

The conversation between the man and woman quickly mixed together, eventually transforming into faint cat meows.

Ethan was awakened by the sound of the cats. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the balcony newly added to the bedroom. Sunlight streamed into the dark space, marking the transition between day and night. Lindong was sitting with her back to him on a small wooden stool, surrounded by variously colored kittens. The kittens were meowing with remnants of food clinging to the fur around their mouths.

Although Ethan couldn't understand the language of cats, he could see they were quite content.

"Meow~"

A gray cat, looking directly at Ethan, issued a reminder to Lindong. Through the glass door, it raised its head to look at Ethan and leisurely swayed its tail.

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