Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 528 The Concealment of Failure

The atmosphere is pretty good right now, mainly because there's still some free time to stop and have a cup of coffee.

How did she end up living like a mastermind? It must be a misunderstanding, a false psychological suggestion. Even if it has nothing to do with being pure and innocent, just look at the goddess of the night in front of you. Is the night some kind of schemer or evil woman?

Of course not. At least not in the traditional sense. He doesn't cheat on dowries, doesn't accuse others of indecent assault, and isn't that despicable. He's more like a shrewd egoist who puts his own safety above all other considerations, placing it as the absolute top priority.

"Because of your existence, I always feel more at ease."

Xia Er took a sip of coffee and sincerely thanked them, saying that being around the Sequence 0s like the Goddess of the Night made him feel like he hadn't become a bad guy yet.

Although turning bad seems perfectly normal and insignificant, even with such excellent innate qualities, a hermit, despite not being exactly upright in his methods or personal conduct, still has his heart set on justice.

Regardless of anything else, one must always be inclined towards justice; this is a principle Xia Ran firmly believes in.

Even if it's just a slogan, it can't shake this kind of self-will.

Even though people are dying from war almost every moment in the North and South continents, and soon even more will die in the chaos, he has become somewhat like an evil god, but the sun in his heart will still shine with light and heat.

"Look."

Chael took out a lighter, casually lit it, and a small sun radiated a sacred and warm glow.

"As gods, our specific actions don't seem to matter that much. Empty words like justice or evil don't seem to be enough to judge our behavior. But I think what we should always believe in, like, and entrust our hearts to are some beautiful things."

"When we love the light, its radiance is sacred and warm."

"This is not quite the same as the judgment of the Holy Light in Azeroth. If I remember correctly, the Holy Light does not care whether you are righteous or evil. As long as you believe that what you are doing is righteous, then the Holy Light will protect you. As long as your faith is sincere and your will is not swayed by external things, then you are the agent of the Holy Light."

"But I never felt that what I did was so right, and my beliefs were not firm. Other thoughts often popped into my mind, but I knew that the sun should contain holiness and light. I could imagine what the sun should look like, and the feeling it gave was the kind of warmth I hoped for."

Xia'er didn't think this Norse woman hadn't heard of Azeroth. He looked at the small sun in front of him, lost in thought. Originally, he thought this was a breakthrough in his research on the Chaos Sea, but now he felt that it was different from the sun pathway. It seemed to be somewhat similar to the version of the sun of the God of Fortune and Prosperity.

Amanisis looked at the tiny "sun" that Shael presented, and his pupils instantly turned into vertical pupils.

Although their pupils quickly returned to their human-like round shape, the shock in their hearts did not subside so quickly.

With his knowledge, he could naturally see that the thing in Xia'er's hand, although very small, was almost identical to the sun that the real solar pathway sequence 0 had manifested. Essentially, it was the same type of thing, both conforming to reality and satisfying the definition of the real sun in mysticism.

Ocycus's divine war at the end of the Third Age was a ritual of ascension to godhood completed with the help of the goddess of night, who almost never makes a mistake.

Previously, it was hard to imagine that the Hermit and the Perfectionist, representing the two authorities of knowledge power on the mystical and the realistic sides, could combine to achieve this level.

Amanisis wasn't unaware of the general principle, but she truly hadn't expected the Hermit to be able to replicate it so perfectly.

If the "sun" can be replicated, then what about the "storm"?

If one is omniscient, can one truly be omnipotent?

Thinking about this question, the Goddess of the Night forgot to say what she was about to say. She felt that the topics she originally wanted to talk about, such as establishing some tacit understanding, forming an alliance, and facing the turmoil of the times together, had become unimportant when she thought of the previous omniscient and omnipotent being.

The devastating war at the end of the Third Age... I really don't want it to happen again in the Fourth Age.

"I think I said something irrelevant."

Xia Er smiled, blew out the small sun in her hand, and blocked the call that seemed to come from the depths of the earth. She returned to the way the remnants of the old days gathered for a meal, and even daydreamed about small cakes and puddings.

Originally, daydreams, though they may appear real, are still illusory in essence.

But when the authority of the perfect one is added on, this is the real thing.

The last visionary to achieve perfection was Anglewede of the Second Age.

"It's okay."

The Goddess of Night shook her head, not glancing at the desserts on the table. She stirred her coffee, looked into the Hermit's eyes, and asked with certainty, "Your goal is the Wilderness of Knowledge in the Western Continent, isn't it?"

Is it that obvious?

The Hermit blinked. Was it really that obvious that He had designs on the Western Continent?

"I think this is the only goal you can have, otherwise you wouldn't have allowed the Fourth Era's reality order that you built to begin to collapse."

"Goddess of the Night" stated frankly.

He put himself in the hermit's shoes. The hermit had already gathered both paths of knowledge, and in those paths, he was virtually unrivaled. Even some related gods of knowledge and wisdom had been killed by the hermit and replaced by his own people. The hermit had even come into contact with the White Tower, so the next step could only be the source of the Western Continent.

If he lacked confidence, he would probably choose to maintain the current balance of power on the continent. However, now that the Hermit is so idle that he is studying the Chaos Sea, and it seems that he has actually gained some insights. The Goddess of the Night believes that the Hermit is definitely hoping that the barrier of the Western Continent will disappear.

"Is that what they all think?"

The hermit asked a question.

The Goddess of Night hesitated for a moment, and although she wasn't quite sure, she nodded nonetheless.

The hermit remained silent, finding his authority over secrecy somewhat comical.

This is also an important reason why the gods gradually began to fight for real.

While the hermit was well-prepared, the other deities were not yet ready to make contact with their respective source matter.

It is known that the Hermit is well hidden and difficult to kill. Moreover, the Hermit is unpredictable and may very well attack the barrier of the Western Continent, and there is no good way to stop him.

Therefore, in the face of such risks and crises, eliminating competitors in adjacent routes seems to be a more pressing option.

Even if they are not ready to come into contact with the source matter, as long as they eliminate their competitors, the source matter can be put on hold. At least in the eyes of the gods of the North and South continents, they do not think that the local forces of the West continent are a great threat.

There isn't a single Sequence 1 in the Western Continent. Apart from the source matter being relatively dangerous, what threat do the native creatures pose?