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On the other side, Otto was deep in thought in the cabin. Why did he come here through the snow and ice?

The snowfield is covered in silver and everything is silent. The lonely cottage seems like a warm beacon in winter, standing quietly on the boundless snowfield.

Snowflakes fluttered down, weaving a pure white sky, gently wrapping the entire lonely world.

"Did I trigger some pattern? Or..."

Otto sat on a simple chair and looked around carefully.

There were no cobwebs in the house, and no dust on the tables and chairs. Only sporadic snowflakes came in through the cracks in the windows, fell on them and turned into ice water.

Newly built cabin.

Otto immediately concluded that the place was a disaster, but then a question arose: who would have the leisure to build a cabin in a place like this? The facilities inside could barely support a single person, and with the inclement weather, even a minor cold, which would be insignificant in the city, could kill someone living here.

What's more, although the indoor insulation is good, frost will still fall in, and the melted water will corrode wooden furniture.

The furniture that should have been corroded is intact, the beams are brand new, and the lights are bright and lush, like a photo that has been frozen in time.

It's beyond common sense, but there's no trace of weirdness.

"Will the answer I want to find be here?" Otto asked himself, and walked to the fire unknowingly, his hands illuminated by the warm flames.

He felt a familiar warmth in his heart. This intoxicating beauty was the last time he experienced it when he worked overtime late into the night to make a beautiful Night Kite Phantom Thief costume for Kallen using the best materials in order to help her realize her Phantom Thief Plan.

Otto's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized what this feeling was.

It's contentment.

But...why did he feel such genuine satisfaction just by sitting here and warming himself by the fire?

It’s hard to understand…

"Squeak-"

The door of the cabin creaked softly, as if it was the most delicate breath of the frosty wind, breaking the tranquility of the cabin.

The door slowly opened, and a stream of fresh air mixed with a biting chill rushed into the house, interweaving with the white warm air inside, forming a visible boundary.

A thin figure stood on the threshold, his form outlined by the raging snow outside. Snowflakes continuously landed on his shoulders, instantly turning into tiny droplets, and then quickly evaporated, leaving behind mottled traces.

The biting cold whistled in through the crack in the door, blowing up the hair on her forehead and blowing the strong smell of blood from the door into the cabin.

Otto frowned, he knew who the other person was.

But it was my first close contact, and I was still somewhat moved by the strange aura emanating from Li Mo.

Covered in blood, corpse spots and cloudy eyeballs, it was hard to imagine that such a person could still be alive and standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" Li Mo stood at the door without going in and asked directly.

Otto was confused. He should have introduced himself before, on the day Li Mo met Cecilia.

"My name is Otto Apocalis, Bishop of Providence. How can I help you, my friend?"

Facing Li Mo who was in a bad state, Otto didn't dare to beat around the bush.

However, his concession did not end well.

In a moment, when Otto began to take his next breath, Li Mo had already come in front of him, grabbed his neck with his hands, and pressed him to the ground.

"I ask again, who are you? Where did you get the Type II artificial stigmata? And why are you here?"

"answer."

Li Mo intentionally controlled the strength, and while controlling Otto, he also tried to use strange power to grab his memory.

"Uh... I don't understand what you're talking about."

Otto did not resist. He knew very well that his power was insignificant in the face of the weirdness, and resistance would only make him die faster and more miserably.

"You shouldn't possess the contaminated stigmata, nor your true identity. If you can't tell me, then I'll have no choice but to kill you and search your corpse for the answers I want."

Li Mo looked at his left hand calmly, but failed.

The other party is an ordinary living person, but I can't steal his memory?

"My friend, you're being a bit too demanding. I don't understand what you're saying at all, and I don't know what answer you want from me."

"There's no so-called Type II artificial stigmata in my plan. As for contamination, I'm avoiding it as much as I can. How could I possibly let something like weird interfere with my plan? Of course, if you're willing to take the initiative to reverse time and space, then I naturally won't care about the contamination."

"As for my identity, my name is Otto Apokalis, absolutely true, and has been for the past five hundred years. However, in order to obtain more information and reduce unnecessary trouble, I occasionally use aliases to conceal my true identity, such as: Rakshasa, Clown Alpha..."

"So, do you understand? I have only one goal: to go back five hundred years and rescue Kallen Kaslana, who was maliciously persecuted by the world, from this foolish, narrow-minded, and tragic era."

"Nothing more than that."

Otto's eyes were firm and he replied to Li Mo in a tough attitude.

Li Mo didn't say anything, his dim eyes staring at Otto like the abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Mo suddenly spoke and said something strange: "Then read again what I am going to say next."

"My name is Otto, Otto Apokalis."

Otto frowned slightly, thinking that this was a piece of cake, and opened his mouth to say, "My name is..."

It was clearly an extremely simple sentence, but when he was about to say it, his mind went blank.

Just like humans cannot imagine colors they have never seen.

The same is true for Otto, who believes that this sentence is beyond cognition and cannot be "spoken out loud".

But his common sense told him that this shouldn't be the case. This was just an ordinary matter, nothing difficult at all.

Otto's lips trembled, as if he was enduring great pain. Li Mo let go of his hand, and Otto held his head with both hands, trying desperately to say that sentence.

"me……"

"My name is Otto Apokalis."

After saying this, Otto took a deep breath and exhaled misty white water vapor.

Failed.

He said, "My name is Otto Apokalis," not "My name is Otto, Otto Apokalis."

These two sentences seem to be the same, but in fact they are very different in nature.

Just like Li Mo can tell others that his name is Mingyue, there is a layer of narration in between, and he indirectly conveys his real name through the medium of the name.

The latter is the most direct expression, without any medium to transmit the real name and identity.

Li Mo suddenly remembered the sentence that the notebook had said the most: [My name is Li Mo. When you see this sentence, I am dying and about to be reborn.]

This expression did not say what its name was like Otto, but directly told Li Mo that its name was Li Mo.

But considering that the notebook can also say that its name is Mei or Saori Tsuruyu, so that kind of incredible possibility is currently ruled out.

Now, focus on Otto in the present moment.

Li Mo stepped forward and, in Otto's surprised gaze, said something that he would never forget: "You are not Otto Apokalis."

"Then who am I?"

"I do not know."

"And what makes you conclude that I'm not Otto Apokalis? I have everything that Otto has, and the original motivation behind his actions. Yes, no matter the cost, I will save Kallen. I will change the past."

Otto patted his chest and waved his other hand like a speaker on stage.

(11) The Fool: Rebirth (Details of the timeline of Volume can be found in the PS)

Li Mo, who witnessed everything, did not answer. His empty eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

"Does this place feel familiar?"

Li Mo walked to the bed, bent down and reached out to touch it. The firelight illuminated the hut and warmed everything.

"This place gives me a very satisfying feeling." Otto said frankly. He now urgently wants to get the answer from Li Mo about who he is.

"I see." Li Mo responded calmly, "Indeed, if it were you...it's normal to feel this way."

"So who am I? Tell me, what is my true identity!?"

Li Mo lowered his head and remained silent.

After pausing for half a minute, Li Mo stood up and walked in front of Otto.

For some reason, Otto felt a fear in his heart, forcing him to flee from here.

Li Mo didn't restrain Otto and let him rush out into the icy world. No matter where Otto ran to, even if he left the earth, Li Mo could find him, so he didn't care whether he escaped or not.

The snowfield is very large, and you can get out by just running. Li Mo had tried this himself a long time ago.

But there is a prerequisite... If my guess is correct, Otto will not be able to leave after entering the snowfield.

"Bang bang bang!"

A few days later, there was a knock on the door. Li Mo heard the noise and went to open the door, only to find Otto lying on the ground.

Half a day later, Otto woke up from his coma. After taking a closer look at the surroundings, he asked in horror: "You brought me back!?"

Li Mo shook his head. "You came back on your own."

Otto glanced around and reluctantly left again. Indeed, the other party had no reason to lie.

If you didn't want to leave, there would be no need to go to such great lengths to trick yourself.

What's more, according to previous intelligence, after Li Mo fell into this state, his consciousness was weak and he would not have such a bad taste.

Then why can't I leave this snowy field?

A few days later, there was another knock on the door. Li Mo repeated his previous behavior and brought the unconscious Otto into the room.

But this time, Li Mo did not choose to wait for Otto to wake up, but instead stretched out his left hand to Otto's face.

"As far as I can remember, I was unable to leave this snowy plain when I was alone."

"I understand what Beichen meant. Kiana... is indeed the first weird one."

"And you are my future self."

"In the future, I will become the pseudo-human Li Mo, change the past, and save those who I cannot save as a living person."

The words came out of nowhere. He hadn't made any request, but as the pollution in his body burst out and his consciousness dissipated, Li Mo transformed into Otto Apokalis without any hindrance.

After becoming Otto Apokalis, Li Mo's consciousness sank deep into his soul, waiting for an opportunity to awaken.

Now, he has lost his memory and consciousness, and has completely forgotten what he was supposed to do.

There is no way to reverse time and space to before the weirdness spread in the original world, nor is there any way to reverse time and space to before Kiana became weird.

Only by becoming Otto can you help yourself.

But as Otto, all he thought and did was for one thing only - to change Kallen Kaslana's inevitable death.

Li Mo went back five hundred years to when Karen was thirteen years old.

As Li Mo's consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos, the world before him suddenly unfolded in an unbelievable way. The sun should have been gently shining on this peaceful land, but now, the sky was hazy, and a dim light enveloped the entire city, reflecting the chaos and despair below.

Li Mo struggled to sit up. Everything around him seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.

Otto was very familiar with this, but Li Mo's subconscious felt it was extremely unfamiliar.

As consciousness returned, the familiar became even more unfamiliar.

Ancient houses crumbled in the flames, the once peaceful city now reduced to ruins, thick smoke billowing, obscuring half the sky. The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood, the unique scent of disaster.

Just as Li Mo was trying to gather his thoughts, a deafening wail pierced his eardrums, the final wail of humanity in the face of despair. A woman clutching a baby, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear, stumbled through the ruins, only to be pierced through by the claws of a Houkai beast emerging from the alleyway. An elderly man, supported by his family, stumbled and fell. His family tried to help him up, but the Houkai beast trampled him into a pulp, splattering blood everywhere. The cries of children echoed endlessly, their world crumbling overnight, replaced by terror...

"Roar!!"

In the chaos, a huge body was looming in the firelight, with a bloodthirsty smile on its ferocious face. Every roar was accompanied by a deafening roar, which almost broke the already tense nerves of the fleeing people.

In this era without technological development, the Honkai beasts are like running wild, trampling on the land wantonly, treating all life as playthings, and leaving only blood and ashes wherever they pass.

Run, run, run...

Fear prompted the thirteen-year-old Li Mo to run away.

However, the way was blocked. A huge Honkai beast stopped Li Mo and pounced on him without hesitation.

The next second, Li Mo felt a chill on his back, not from cold sweat, but from a strange contamination.

Out of instinctive resistance, Li Mo quickly grabbed the arm of the Honkai Beast with his unskilled right hand and slammed it to the ground.