Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 473 Fooling History, Fooling Fate, Fooling Time!

Question: If someone wanted to travel through time and reverse the course of history, what would they need to do?
In the desolate void sea, among the myriad realms and countless extraordinary systems, there are naturally various methods to traverse time and space, travel through time, or even reverse the flow of years. These methods are diverse and full of unique skills.

But for a Saint Seiya like Wang Li, whose mind is filled with cosmos, there aren't many ways to "travel through time and space." He just needs to forcefully ram into it.

If your sixth sense isn't enough, then go straight for your seventh sense.

If the seventh sense doesn't work, just go straight for the Omega-level cosmos!
There's absolutely no mechanism involved; it's purely about absolute numerical beauty!

Of course, this does not mean that Wang is incapable of performing operations and understanding mechanisms.

After all, with the "Grand Temple of Time and Space" in hand, if all else fails, Wang Li can simply burn this Earth timeline to blank from the source and start over.

But as I said before, if Wang Li had the time and energy, she might as well just try out her own "little universe" first.

At least Wang doesn't believe that in this cesspool world where strange mechanisms run rampant, where the original creator was restless and tormented the entire universe with life and death, unable to find relief, the solidity of "time" could be harder than that of his own main world!

An all-encompassing will, an infinitely capable mind, an ever-expanding and ever-increasing power, and an endlessly existing divine body—all of these were telling Wang Li, "Stop with the fancy tricks, just go for it!"

Light!
Infinite light!
In an instant, without consulting anyone, the entire Earth was embraced by Wang Li.

Then, amidst Wang Li's loud laughter, layer upon layer of microcosms expanded continuously around Wang Li, as if an infinitely magnificent multiverse had suddenly descended.

In the next instant, Wang Li transformed into a thin thread and plunged directly into a magnificent "river"!
The feeling of traversing the river of time was even stranger and grander than Klein had imagined.

At that moment, he felt as if he were being broken down into countless particles and then recombine again and again.

Mingming was enveloped by the radiant light that Wang Li's figure had transformed into. The entire Earth, whether human or god, was like a tiny insect trapped in amber, everything frozen in the brilliance.

For some reason, Klein was able to see the various scenes in that long river clearly through the light.

All that could be seen was the rolling, endless torrent of the long river, and the "Great Emperor of Taiwei Yuqing Zhifu Yuli Hanzhen Tidao Ziwei" was walking against the current. Even though he was carrying a planet and was constantly being impacted by the endless "river water", nothing could stop his steps.

At all times, countless streams of light fly out from the river of time. Each stream of light is an independent fragment of a world. Each direction of progress is a choice with its own independent will, but in the end, they all flow into the majestic and enormous image of the Emperor.

In an indescribable state, Klein saw the range of this Emperor's Dharma Image expanding at an incredible rate!

And around the river where this emperor once walked, countless historical scenes unfolded before Klein's eyes—

Those were all the things I had experienced!

"Mr. Fool, are you interested and have the guts to use my afterglow to fool 'Time'?"

Wang Li's voice drifted softly into Klein's ears, "You should know that this is the only chance to fool time and change its destiny. If you want to change your regrets in this era after this chance, you'll have to rely on your own efforts."

Klein's "Fool" trait instantly surged, and countless transparent worms emerged from beneath his skin.

Klein, who always oscillated between recklessness and timidity, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and stretched out his hand.

Klein stood amidst the ever-expanding radiance of Wang Li, feeling the boiling "Fool" characteristic within his body.

Countless transparent worms wriggled wildly beneath the skin, but no longer caused pain; instead, they seemed like countless hands yearning to touch fate.

He took a deep breath—if the concept of "breathing" even exists in this energy-state spacetime.

The next moment, countless transparent spiritual threads shot out from the fingertips, like the most intricate spider beginning to weave a giant web covering all points in time.

"The power of fools," he murmured, "to fool history, to fool fate, to fool time!" The threads trembled slightly, and fate was quietly rewritten.

The first thread shot towards Blackthorn Security Company in Tingen, the starting point of all his regrets.

[Tingen, June 28, 1349]

Dunn Smith stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his uniform.

The Night Watch captain is in a good mood today. He successfully resolved a Sequence 7 extraordinary incident last night without any casualties among his team members.

At 3:17 p.m., when Leonard Mitchell was about to investigate Megoss on his own, Dunn kept him in his office, citing the need to "discuss promotion matters."

Three minutes later, the entire Blackthorn Security Company was evacuated—a high-ranking deacon sent by the Sanctuary suddenly arrived and took direct control of the soon-to-be-born Megas.

Ince Zangwell stood on the roof, his quill pen suddenly stopping.

The schemer looked around in bewilderment and realized that history had deviated from his script.

“This is impossible.” He wrote frantically, trying to correct the course of the story, but every word he wrote with the quill disappeared without a trace the next second.

The fetus in Megos's womb suddenly quieted down, and the twisted tentacles and eyes gradually faded away, returning to the normal human infant form.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, a semi-transparent "Fool's Puppet" quietly descended.

[Tingen, early morning of June 29, 1349]

Klein stood in front of his own tombstone, watching the words "Best Brother" and "Best Brother" gradually fade into the distance.

Klein chuckled softly, and the silk thread continued to extend forward.

The second thread points to an even earlier point in time, which is another knot in his heart.

[Tingen, May 1349]

Old Neil was preparing a potion when he suddenly sneezed. The old night watchman rubbed his nose, muttering, "Who's talking about me?", unaware that a spiritual thread had quietly wrapped around the empty, eyelash-less pupil behind him.

The third thread shot towards Backlund, where there were too many regrets to be remedied.

On the eve of the Backlund smog event

Unbeknownst to them, countless spiritual threads descended from the void and from beyond time. Countless people throughout Backlandre, regardless of their strength, extraordinary characteristics, or the sequence of paths they followed, all became puppets in Klein's hands, dancing gracefully in his grasp!

Klein's Fool's Threads continue to extend, covering more points in time.

Klein saw more of a fate that needed to be corrected.

At each node, a "Fool's Puppet" appears and disappears quietly, adjusting the gears of fate like the most precise parts of a clock.

However, when time rewinds to a period not long after he traveled through time, Klein suddenly stopped.

His spiritual intuition was frantically warning him—

The "original creator" has awakened!

(End of this chapter)