Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 825 The Master of the Philosophical Scepter?

The players have offered a variety of speculations.

Roger was also watching with great interest, after all, these players' thought processes were all quite unique.

Of course, it would be even better if some abstract players didn't suspect him as the Candlekeeper.

But it's a joke.

The memories of the giant's skeleton left a deep impression on him and were worth paying attention to.

The tainted fingerprints and the owner of the withered finger clearly belonged to someone of great importance. Even Roger couldn't help but feel that the owner of the withered finger was probably connected to the moment of extinction.

However, even though Candlefire Island now possesses a wealth of intelligence, and players have learned a great deal during their explorations, Rogge has yet to find any information related to it.

However, regarding the giants' solar eclipse at the end of the Twilight Age... perhaps no one knows it better than those who were directly involved.

"The candlelight from afar... what brings you here again?"

In the Realm of the Long Night, Queen Long Night asked a question as she looked at Rogue who had reappeared before her.

Like the Twilight of Fallen Flames, He was well aware that the candlelight seemed not to belong to this world, but He knew nothing more about the candlelight.

He was no stranger to Roger, as Roger had visited him long ago.

This is why the "Long Night Divine Realm" experienced by players feels more like a game instance.

"check it out."

Faced with the questioning of the Queen of the Night's divine sense, Rogge did not dawdle and went straight to the point, raising his hand to unleash the memories hidden within the giant's skeleton.

The withered fingers and fingerprints were clearly visible, and the horror seemed to spread through the memories.

However, this had no effect on the Night Queen's divine sense or on Rogge.

Roger: "What else do you know about the solar anomaly, or does this information remind you of anything?"

After the Twilight Age came the Long Night Age.

Considering what the Queen of the Long Night did afterward, Roger simply doesn't believe that she had no knowledge of the solar anomaly.

The key lies in whether the Queen of the Long Night's divine consciousness can still remember these important and hidden memories.

If His memory was also erased by the "moment of extinction," just like other native life forms existing in the world.

In fact, Rogge could also deduce something from this... that the owner of this withered finger was most likely connected to the [Time of Extinction]!
This is why he specifically brought the memories of the giant's skeleton to inquire about the divine thoughts of the Queen of the Long Night.

The Queen of the Long Night remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought and reflection.

After a long pause, He spoke, giving Roger an unexpected answer.

"That is ominous, a form of existence that the world does not allow."

"That is why, even if it is not malicious, the world will be polluted by its existence and touch."

"The chaos in the starry sky may also be related to this."

“I have indeed tried to shield and investigate the sun, but the pollution could not be removed. As for the source of the pollution… that is, the owner of this withered finger, I do not know where he has hidden himself, and there is no trace of him.”

The Queen of the Long Night spoke in her divine sense.

During the long night, He did many things, but the three most important were the abnormality of the sun, the chaos of the stars, and the matter of the evil heirs.

These correspond to crises in the past, present, and future, respectively.

Compared to these three things, everything else on the Burning Land seems less important.

Even though He has devoted a great deal of energy to these three things, He still finds it difficult to remember the details.

It's already quite an achievement that I can remember these things.

This is the effect of the moment of extinction, and also the erosion of time on Him.

"Ominous..."

"Is it related to those so-called ashes?"

After a moment of contemplation, Rogge asked again.

He thought of the Twilight of Fallen Flames, the Extinction Abyss and other forces, as well as the Ash Force that occasionally appeared in various dungeons.

Perhaps all of this is related to the owner of the withered finger.

The Queen of the Night shook her head; she was unaware of this as well.

Not to mention what happened after His time, even what happened during His time was vague to Him. It was only because His burning cycle was complete and without any mishaps that He could recall even that little bit of information.

However, although she was unclear about these things, the wisdom of the Queen of the Long Night remained.

Soon, He combined the information provided by Roger and gave a suggestion.

"Let's go and see the Moon Age and the Nightmare Age."

“In my time, the source of the pollution was not obvious, but after that, it may not be so.”

“There must be a reason why Fikshilo broke his promise to Pridodan.”

The Queen of the Long Nights' voice remained calm, yet she effortlessly pointed out a crucial point.

Upon hearing this, Roger quickly remembered it as well.

Fikshiro, the Nightmare Flame, broke his promise to Pridoddan, causing Pridoddan to remain in the nightmare of the Long Night Realm even after the world was extinguished.

But it is clear that Fikshilo is not an untrustworthy person, and his breach of promise must have been due to an accident.

Its Nightmare Age and the preceding Moon Age are closely linked to the Long Night Age.

So, since we can't find any deeper information here with the Queen of the Long Night, we might as well look to other eras.

With that thought in mind, Roger made a decision.

But before that, he has to wait for the players to explore the area illuminated by the Lighthouse on the Other Shore, which may contain a lot of secrets, just like the House of Giants this time.

But before that, he had to find another person.

……

"Greetings, Lord of Destiny, Nyiril."

Neyriel's voice was gentle, and she was still wearing that purple fitted robe.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Roger nodded slightly, and after learning about the passing years and the current situation of the forest, he stopped the small talk and went straight to the point, telling her all the important information that had been circulating recently.

The bad news is that Nyiril couldn't recall any information related to the giant eating the sun or the owner of the withered finger, or perhaps she simply didn't know it in the first place.

The good news is that Nyir brought Rogge some other benefits.

"You mean, this handful of soil contains a life force similar to yours?"

Rogue, surprised, took out the handful of grave soil he had found at the gathering place of the evil gods and placed it in front of Nyiril.

"Yes, although this thing is filled with the power of death... it does indeed possess a trace of life force similar to mine..."

"This looks a lot like the fragment of the ritual scroll you once showed me..."

Neiriel also looked somewhat puzzled.

Seeing this, Roger pondered for a moment, then took out the fragment of the [Unknown Ritual Scroll] from the spirit candle.

"This?" "It's this aura." Nyiril nodded.

“It seems this thing is indeed related to the life essence you mentioned…” Rogge mused, “Perhaps that’s why those two evil gods were able to be born from this mound of death-filled cemetery soil…”

Based on the feedback from the spirit candles, Rogge had a general idea in mind.

Clearly, this thing is something special.

If Brother Fish makes new progress in mastering the power of the dead fire, then perhaps he can retrieve the fragments from this handful of grave soil. After piecing together more, it will likely bring some unexpected gains.

But what frustrated Rogge was that, although they were both ancient scroll fragments, why did the one he had not have such magical effects?

Could it be because of the soil in the grave?
……

Now that we've arrived at the prosperous era...

Roger decided to take a day off to relax and allow himself to recover from his stressful mental state.

Of course, we definitely wouldn't dare to give them a holiday.

If he doesn't go to work for even a day, the entire Candlelight Island will be doomed.

With more players now, the scope of the operation has expanded. In addition to the various tricks and gimmicks played by players, we also need to pay attention to some unexpected exploration results.

Not to mention the energetic storytellers and candle enthusiasts who would constantly bombard him with questions.

Roger now truly understands why his high school homeroom teacher always looked so tired and exhausted...

Soon, Rogge disguised himself as an ordinary player and arrived outside the Forest of Time.

At this point, the bustling city had lost its initial desolation and tension, and instead appeared quite lively.

The indigenous people of the Flourishing Forest either work or sell the forest's unique products at their stalls, offering a wide variety of delicious food.

Players with the "Years of Prosperity" qualification came and went, some very quiet, others shouting and yelling, but overall no crazy players caused trouble, after all, those who could enter this place had already gone through several rounds of screening.

The indigenous people, who have lived in the forest for generations, have become accustomed to these so-called "candle spirits" and have taken them for granted.

From the perspective of the original inhabitants of the Flourishing Forest, although the player has an odd appearance and likes to make a lot of noise, he will not do anything outrageous.

Furthermore, due to certain "tasks" set by Rogue, they were exceptionally enthusiastic towards some of the indigenous people, even to the point of being overly enthusiastic.

This terrified some of the local residents, who would immediately cry out, "I have no quest, I don't need help," when they saw players with shining eyes...

Overall, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After buying some food and strolling around, Roger nodded slightly to himself, then quietly left without attracting anyone's attention...

……

The controversy surrounding the owner of the withered finger and the fingerprint did not end there.

Players always have many ingenious ideas, and with the increasing number of players, one idea king after another is emerging like mushrooms after rain.

This leads to players with unique and unconventional thinking experimenting with various tricky aspects.

Of course, most players are not very reliable.

When it comes to reliability, you naturally have to rely on some top-notch prison players.

"Hey, I'm back again."

Looking at the ashes before him, the storyteller chuckled and then took the philosophical scepter from his hand.

"Why don't you just store this thing there and give me the wax regularly?"

"I don't really need to use my skills anyway."

Da Hui suggested that he trusted the character of storytellers and others.

Moreover, it would be a waste to keep such a game item, which can benefit all players, in his hands.

"Oh dear, I can't accept this..."

As the storyteller spoke, he hefted the philosophical scepter in his hand.

Of course, despite the polite formalities, the storyteller didn't hold back at all and pocketed the money.

The main reason is that they are now quite familiar with each other, and meaningless pleasantries would only make them seem distant.

Of course, the compensation that was due was given in full.

After obtaining the Philosopher's Scepter, the storyteller quickly entered the Giant's House again. This time, he was accompanied not only by Li Miao, but also by Yuanfang, the Black Mountain Demon, and Shang'an, four top-tier combatants.

The purpose of this trip, of course, is to have the Philosopher's Scepter evaluate the matter concerning the memory of the giant's skeleton and the owner of the withered finger.

"To be honest, I feel a bit of danger."

"I don't even know if this thing will be considered alive or not. If that monster called 'Death and Life' touches it, it'll probably just disappear..."

He glanced at the philosophical scepter in the storyteller's hand as he came ashore and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"I don't plan to touch the fingerprints with it, I'll just be careful."

The storyteller shrugged. He wasn't that stupid to risk using a precious prop. If the Philosopher's Scepter didn't react, so be it.

Soon, the five of them passed through the House of Giants, went through the portal created by the Lighthouse on the Other Shore, arrived outside, and successfully reached the skeletons below.

Yuanfang, Shang'an, and the Black Mountain Demon first experienced touching the giant's skeleton.

Of course, their condition after contact was not much different from Li Miao's; their bodies still showed instinctive fear.

He seemed lost in thought in the distance.

"Although I don't know if this thing counts as life, it's safe to touch the skeleton." With that, the storyteller gently touched the skeleton below with his philosophical staff.

Out of rigor and respect for the philosophical scepter, they even tried many other things before touching the skeleton to confirm that there were no problems.

Next, all we need to do is see if the Philosopher's Scepter can provide an evaluation and whether it contains any important information.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The philosophical scepter did indeed speak, but this time, its originally concise evaluation was divided into two completely different parts.

"Ah... reckless giant, foolish giant, yet admirable giant... the void in the world is not so easily filled..."

This assessment wasn't finished yet.

The Philosopher's Scepter's tone suddenly turned terrified, even carrying a hint of excitement and extreme tremor.

"This is...this is..."

It seemed to see the withered finger touching the sun, and the contaminated fingerprints in the sun's imperfections.

Then it said something that surprised everyone.

"Is it you, my lord? Is it you?"

"I am so fortunate... I am so fortunate to see your traces again. I am bathed in your radiance. The clouds of ignorance above my head have been dispelled by you, and the light of wisdom shines forth!"

"That rigid and stubborn sun is honored to contribute to your power, to become its fuel. Your power is awe-inspiring, your thoughts are thought-provoking, and even the embers beside the altar are no exception..."

"My Lord, my Lord! My great Lord!"

The philosopher's scepter was full of praise, and his voice cracked with excitement.

(End of this chapter)