Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 495 Another "Me"

The bewitched and mad pope continued to collect the remains of goddesses scattered throughout the far west. When Carlo finally fulfilled his wish, he did not become the new god as he had hoped. Instead, he used a ritual to bring Bazarian back to the world, which shows that the person who shared the secret with him deceived him at the most crucial moment.

Therefore, from the moment Bazalian was revived, everyone assumed that she was the mastermind behind everything.

She was the biggest beneficiary, so the conclusion was logical.

It wasn't until a casual remark he made while talking to Mary and the others that Ethan saw the bigger beneficiaries.

The series of events that occurred after Ethan arrived in the far west almost made him forget his original purpose for coming here. Fortunately, when the conversation reached the God of Truth, he returned to his original intention.

This journey was originally intended to begin with the mad experiment he glimpsed in the archives of the God of Truth.

Those people used the factors of the evil god and the crystallization of the Kania civilization to create Bazarian, and then released experimental subjects similar to Him into this plane. They were like a few specks of light in the dark universe, acting as bait to lure the arrival of the old gods.

Ethan was puzzled by their purpose in doing this, and only just now did he finally figure out the answer.

They need data.

There is enough data to cover every corner of the universe.

Only the Old Gods could provide the Holy City with such a vast amount of data.

"Unless you can solve all the mysteries of this world, but that is impossible, because even the God of Truth himself cannot realize this grand ideal."

This statement was originally intended to persuade Leon and Grave, who had studied at the Institute of Truth and were deeply influenced by it, while Ethan had seen the God of Truth and even entered His archives.

There are records of the destruction of several civilizations, as well as research on the Old Gods. Using Him as a reference, the "probe" evolved from a sphere that could only emit light and record data into an existence comparable to the Old Gods. But even so, this was far from enough for Him.

We are still far from the ultimate goal of knowing everything.

But the God of Truth is not a pessimist; He did not retreat into nothingness.

He had already chosen his own position. In fact, until the archives "exploded," He believed that sooner or later, the being dwelling in the Holy City would become the master of truth and knowledge.

At that moment, He will be able to understand the past, predict the future, and become the master of destiny.

"My God, Anzi, you're practically a walking, talking information receiver!"

Ethan spoke from the heart.

"Is this irony?"

Bazalian remained unperturbed. "I'm not as clever as you. If you don't say it clearly, I'll take it as a compliment."

Information receiver, powerful function, at least it sounds very useful.

“I understand that you signed a confidentiality agreement and cannot reveal the complete list of resurrected individuals to me, but I guess those people didn’t tell you the full details.”

"how about you?"

Instead of answering, Bazalian asked, "Are you willing to tell me everything?"

"I can do my best."

"Moriko, you really are..."

Bazalian took a breath. For a moment, she didn't know how to describe Ethan. From their standpoint, they were undoubtedly enemies, and the "mayor race" was not over yet. But now they were sitting side by side in front of a jewelry store in the lower city. People were coming and going on the street, and under the influence of the aura-concealing magic, the common people could not notice their presence.

Noisy yet peaceful, like... best friends who can talk about anything.

For Bazalian, it was by no means a pleasant memory.

Gathering with the other upright gods under the starry night, they plotted the future of this world. Although they had lost eternal life, they were more fulfilled and happy than ever before.

Because those memories constantly reminded her that "Goddess of Life" was a title belonging to someone else, and that Bazalian was the part that was removed as filth.

"I guess either you have unusual compassion, or you want to get something out of me."

Bazalian lowered her eyes. Given that Ethan was unlike any human she knew, he didn't need to fulfill any wishes himself. The answer seemed obvious: "If you think doing this will awaken that pathetic woman, you're destined to be disappointed."

This was the only answer she could think of, and the only correct answer she believed to be.

Human interactions are always filled with desires, and she believed Ethan was no exception; he must want to get something from her.

Awaken the true goddess of life, rebuild the oasis city, and everyone can achieve a happy and fulfilling ending.

To achieve this grand goal, Ethan had to get close to her and act like her friend.

"Whom will be awakened?"

Ethan paused, then thought for a moment before realizing who Bazarian meant by "pathetic woman." "Of course not. Why would I wake up someone I don't even know?"

"lie."

Bazarian didn't even look up. She sat down in the jewelry store window, hugged her knees, and stared at the insects passing by her feet.

"You might not believe it, but I'm actually quite afraid of dealing with strangers."

This time, Bazalian finally raised her head, her eyes filled with shock, and the smile on her face vanished.

Is Ethan afraid of dealing with strangers?

No one knows who approached her at the Eternal Theater, inviting her to participate in the "mayor election" and even claiming they would be her advisor.

And on the giant ice crystal tree, his eyes were also restless, staring at her buttocks. Although it was commendable that he helped her get out of the predicament after discovering that her buttocks were frozen by the tree branches, it couldn't hide the fact that this person had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Bazalian found it hard to imagine how Ethan could say that line so seriously without bursting out laughing.

"Anzi, why are you looking at me like that?"

Ethan was deeply hurt. "We're already so close. If your other personality is awakened, do you think you'll have to start a relationship with her all over again?"

"She is the goddess of life, the rightful god who brings hope to the world, and everyone loves her."

"On the other hand, the rules she set could fill a book, and I guarantee she was the kind of person who was so rigid that she couldn't tolerate even a speck of dust."

Ethan said, "I don't mean any disrespect, but you're likely to be ignored if you try to talk to someone like that."

"That's true."

"Think about it, someone like me who is afraid of interacting with people, if I finally muster up the courage to go up and talk to someone, and then get completely ignored, it will definitely leave a serious psychological scar."

Ethan analyzed it logically, "The worst-case scenario is that I might never have the courage to strike up a conversation with a stranger again in my life."

"rhetoric!"

Bazalian was speechless.

"But then again, I've discovered a problem."

"what?"

"Anzi."

"Ok?"

"You don't hate yourself, do you?"

Ethan sensed the beginnings of a mental illness, especially from Bazalian's description of the goddess of life. At that moment, the composed and elegant smile on her face disappeared, as if she had briefly shed her disguise.

It was this sentence that made Ethan change his judgment of Bazalian.

"Self-loathing? Ridiculous, why would I hate myself?" "Well said! Even a super signal receiver can live a wonderful life!"

This time, Bazalian didn't say anything, but instead punched Ethan hard in the shoulder.

It was not magic, nor did it invoke divine power; it was simply a physical attack.

Ethan discovered that Bazalian's strength was considerable; one punch from her made him wince in pain.

"And you? Why are you investigating them?"

"Because I actually have another hidden identity that I have never made public."

Ethan said mysteriously, "I'll only tell you this secret. I'm a secret agent of MI7, codenamed Pangolin. My job is to secretly investigate the forces behind the God of Truth... Hey, a gentleman uses words, not fists!"

Seeing that Bazalian had once again raised her seemingly delicate but actually heavy fist, he quickly changed his tune.

"I don't like the feeling of waking up and suddenly finding myself in a strange place, becoming a different person."

Ethan became serious. "Once is enough for this kind of experience."

"Yes, once is enough."

Bazalian nodded in agreement.

All the grudges between her and her other self, and everything that happens in this world, stem from an experiment; one such absurd experience is enough.

Her life as a super signal receiver has ended, but what happens next?
Returning to this unfamiliar world, witnessing people's worship of their alternate selves, she felt completely out of place...

"I understand, you don't intend to wake that pathetic woman."

Bazalian let out a long sigh of relief, her tone becoming more relaxed. "But you still intend to use rhetoric to persuade me. Shouldn't the next topic be about letting go of the past and embracing a new beginning?"

She had heard the priest's sermons in the confessional.

The last person to speak to her like that had become a fleshy ball that no longer made a sound.

"The election isn't over yet, so that would be cheating."

Ethan shook his head. "Besides, the person who can change you has never been me."

"That little human girl with a tuft of golden hair on her head?"

Bazalian didn't believe it at all.

Mary was just another follower of hers. Even a "genuine" goddess of life couldn't change her mind, let alone an imposter.

"I heard she's still in special training. Without your help, she would have failed long ago."

Ethan's elemental magic was ultimately used to suppress Larry's gang during the prison riot. Although he did not participate directly, he changed the course of events. Otherwise, when Mary arrived late, she would have been met with a fully transformed monster. Even if she had managed to kill the monster, all the guards and prisoners would have been assimilated by it.

The trial that Mary relied on to change the city will no longer exist.

"Anzi, haven't you ever heard the saying..."

"explain."

"The invincible often loses to the unexpected."

"God does not belong to the ranks of mankind."

Bazarian scoffed, "You can tell Mary that the next attack will be on the same day as the first public trial."

“A wise choice. Most of her supporters in the downtown area will be there, along with more innocent people and a more complicated situation. If she fails, all those who trust her will see it.”

"Aren't you worried?"

"You can also tell Lars that before he launches his next attack, Reiko will definitely develop a secret weapon that he won't expect."

"What secret weapon?"

"Uh, well, if I tell you, it won't be a secret weapon anymore."

"I haven't decided yet."

Bazalian, however, had no intention of letting Ethan go; she smiled contemptuously.

How could a novice who knows nothing about his own powers possibly defeat her?

"Moreover, this time you yourself are in grave danger."

She raised her right hand and pointed forward.

Ethan was about to flash a disdainful smile, but when he followed the direction of Bazalian's index finger and saw the white-haired, red-eyed girl watching them from across the street, he suddenly jumped up from the ground like an acrobat.

"It's not what you think!"

Faced with Ethan's explanation, the girl across the street only gave him a meaningful look before turning and walking into the old, dilapidated house behind her.

"Watch what I do?"

Bazalian remained seated on the ground and calmly said, "Go after them."

Ethan strode forward, running straight towards the dilapidated houses across the street, vaguely sensing something unusual.

Is Winter jealous and angry?

Although his girlfriend is always very jealous, he always turns his jealousy into strength and never resorts to the silent treatment.

More importantly... the houses across the street are not shops, but residential houses.

Whose door wasn't locked? How did she just open someone else's door and go inside?

The door was still open.

However, when Ethan's hand touched the doorknob, he felt an unprecedented pull, an irresistible force that propelled him forward, turning him into the kind of thief hero in an RPG game who could break into other people's homes and ransack their homes at will.

This time, however, what awaited him on the other side of the door was neither a treasure chest nor the simple facilities of a civilian house.

He felt as if he were in the universe, with stars forming a long road beneath his feet, leading to the figure waiting for him deep within the stars.

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

A woman with the same face as Lin Dong greeted him first.

More than a year later, he met his girlfriend, who seemed to be from the "future," again.

A powerful being, possessing power no less than that of the ancient gods.

Therefore, when Ethan first met her, he was convinced that she was Winter from a future timeline, as if she were at the end of time, showing him what the world looked like when it was destroyed.

A year later, Ethan had a new perspective.

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

He responded to the other party.

He couldn't help but wonder if this "girlfriend" really came from the future.

(End of this chapter)