This time Arrodes responded very quickly, but the answer disappointed Angel:
"Sorry, dear Mistress, divination is essentially about communicating with Spirit World and getting the answers you need based on the conditions you know. All the information left in Spirit World, whether it comes from the past, originates from the present, or indicates the future, can be obtained through some means."
But...Angel knew that Arrodes had more to say, so he didn't bother.
Sure enough, after this text was hidden, the line changed to Reassembly into the next paragraph:
"However, Spirit World does not have information before Chaos Era. Any divination for the era before that will directly fail. This can be explained that before that, Spirit World had no corresponding information retained."
It means that Spirit World is actually a "supercomputer" that can save all the information in the world, but it was not turned on before First Epoch?
Angel tries to interpret Arrodes's answer in a way that he can understand.
"So, do you think..." After a moment, she asked again, regardless of the fact that she already owed new questions, "Is it possible that other highly developed civilizations existed before First Epoch?"
Several lines of increasingly smaller words appeared on the dressing mirror:
"I'm sorry, I don't know the answer to this question, but if you want to know, you can ask Spirit World's 'Seven Lights'. If Spirit World has the answer to this question, then they may be the only ones who know."
Seven Lights of the Spirit World..."Orange Light" Hilarion and his companions? It is said that they have a personality close to God, and they appear together with Spirit World. They should be regarded as the most knowledgeable beings in the world, and Hilarion treats me, They all expressed a certain amount of goodwill towards Klein... Angel thought about it and saw that the ritual of communicating with Seven Lights of the Spirit World was completely displayed on the mirror, so he quickly wrote it down for later use.
This ritual is not complicated, and you don't even need to borrow power from God or pray for help. Ordinary people without a foundation in mysticism may be able to complete it easily. The only question is: whether the other party is willing to respond to you.
Let's try it later... She murmured, looked at the dressing mirror again, and said:
"I have no more questions."
In this way, excluding the question that Arrodes didn't answer, she still owed the other party one.
Sure enough, a line of text quickly appeared on the mirror:
"Dear Mistress, can you rush to the master as soon as possible? I think he needs your help now."
Seeing this line with Red Light, which seemed to indicate an ominous question, Angel was stunned.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
After returning to reality from Grey Mist, Klein felt that what he was stepping on was not a solid wooden floor, but soft cotton. This made his steps towards the living room a bit frivolous, and even his excellent balance ability could not maintain stability.
The scene he just saw still remained in his mind:
The brilliant light gate above Gray Fog, the worms on Distortion, and the transparent "cocoons" suspended by black thin lines above the light gate.
And in the cocoon, there are countless souls like him and Zhou Mingrui, wearing modern clothes, with different skin colors and different ages.
They are either male or female, some have colorful clothes, or some have exquisite facial features. They all seem to be alive, but their eyes are closed tightly, and their hands and feet are curled up, as if they are sunk in a dream that will never wake up.
Among them, three silkworm cocoons have been opened, and they are empty inside.
Sitting weakly on the single sofa, Klein rolled his neck back and lay on the soft backrest. Beside him was "Winner" Enzo who was dressed like a servant. He took the initiative to bring a cup of hot Lemon Black Tea, and then quietly stepped away. "Hell Admiral" Ludwell stood quietly in the corner, as if he was a responsible guard.
Hehe, he was still deceiving himself at this time, pretending to be alive with Marionette... The corners of his mouth twitched, putting on an ugly smile, he picked up the black tea and drank it in one gulp regardless of the temperature, recovering part of his thinking ability amidst the burning heat from his lips to his abdomen.
Like a rusty machine being re-lubricated, Klein began to think hard about the meaning of those cocoons.
"There is no doubt that the time-travel I thought I had before was not an accident, or even an 'event'... A very high-level existence, or some kind of Sealed Artifact, captured a large number of people of the same period as me on the earth, and then hung them on the cocoon on the light door, and sent them to Physical World at a specific moment, attached to a corpse that had just died, and was 'reborn'..."
It's like aliens abducting people from the earth for experiments. Maybe some of the missing people every year are like me... He thought mockingly about the scene where his photo appeared on the missing person notice in the corner of the local newspaper, and the expressions of his parents, relatives and best friends when they saw the news, and lowered their heads.
The essence of this experience is not much different from the "time travel" he thought before, but there is one important difference:
All the souls in the cocoons were taken away and suspended above the light door at almost the same time. This can be seen from their clothes. Klein even saw the latest smartphone in a certain cocoon.
It can be seen from the memories of Emperor Roselle, also known as "Huang Tao" in the diary, that he chased Lingao Qiming, brushed TikTok, played with pesticides and played chicken, which is obviously not far from his own era.
But the time when he "traveled" to this world was two hundred years earlier than himself!
This means that the time when the Light Gate and Silkworm Cocoon began to "release" traversers was at least two hundred years ago. Considering that an unknown traveler was released, this time may be earlier, or even more than a thousand years...
This can well explain the reason why the two people had similar memories before "traveling", but appeared in this world so many years apart. This is a question that Klein thought of repeatedly before, but could not answer. Now it is reasonable to understand it in terms of the different order of "capturing" and "dropping" of cocoons.
Thinking of this, Klein's head dropped even lower.
He has been in the cocoon, colliding with hundreds of unlucky people who share the same disease, swaying in the wind, and has gone through a period of as little as two hundred to as many as a thousand years.
No matter this is a different world, a planet outside Solar System, or a legendary parallel world...
... have been separated from the era in his memory by a long river called "time".
Even if he returns to Earth immediately, it may not be the "home" he is familiar with, nor will there be those familiar people there.
In two hundred years, my grandson's grandson will be a grandfather... No, I haven't even been in love, so how can I have grandchildren...
Surprised that he still had the energy to complain at this time, Klein took a deep breath, shook his head, and brought his thoughts back on track.
Only then did he realize that his emotions were not as desperate as he had imagined.
From the beginning of "time travel", his ultimate goal has always been to "go home". Even though the previous time traveler has tried and obviously failed, Klein still feels that he may be a better one than Luck.
If I were in that state and discovered the truth about "time travel", I might really have a mental breakdown and become so desperate that I lose confidence in living. Considering that I just took Potion and was promoted to "Trick Sorcerer", Spirituality is not yet stable, and may directly lose control and turn into a ball of objects similar to Distortion's worms on the light gate... Klein muttered, and the corners of his mouth turned up quietly, revealing a smile.
He found that the reason why his mood was relatively stable was because his "ultimate goal" had changed unknowingly.
After integrating into the identity of "Klein Moretti" and having a brother and sister to worry about, the mentality of wanting to give them a better life as compensation;
After joining Nighthawks and getting to know new colleagues and partners, I was happy for their promotion, angry for their danger and sacrifice, and desperate for revenge;
After seeing the suffering of the Backlund East Borough poor, I want to do something for them, or even change the entire society, but hesitate when donating precious money;
In the end, it was the joy of meeting her, getting to know her, and finally coming together...
Before discovering the truth, Klein even thought carefully about whether he would continue to stay in this world if he found a way to return home, or find ways to take her with him...
Thinking of this, Klein seemed to see Angel's pale golden hair, eyes as gorgeous as amethysts, white cheeks and light red lips...
Wait, isn't this an illusion?
He suddenly realized that Angel had arrived in front of him at some point. He was looking here with worried eyes. He raised his hands hesitantly, as if he wanted to hug him, but he was careful not to disturb him.
There were countless gaps in her dress, and there were Star dots of blood on the fair skin underneath, and an ominous power of death slowly spread around.
She rushed here from the North Continent through the Berserk Sea as quickly as possible, without even avoiding the most dangerous area?
Feeling distressed for no reason, Klein stood up from the sofa and took the initiative to hug Angel in front of him. The coolness in his arms made him couldn't help but ask:
"Why were you so careless on the way here?"
"Arrodes said you needed help. I thought something had happened..." Angel muttered, not breaking away from his arms. Instead, he tilted his head obediently and enjoyed the warmth of his arms. "Were you okay just now? I noticed that your expression was very strange, as if you had encountered something terrible?"
Arrodes, it's that dog-licking mirror again... No, it has worked very hard these past two days, so I won't call it that for the time being... Klein thought to himself, and decided not to tell Angel about his discovery on Gray Fog.
Mainly because I can't explain the matter of "Fool". As a "world", I can't wander around in Fool's Kingdom of God at any time...
"I'm fine, I just got promoted to 'Trick Sorcerer' and I'm a little uncomfortable with the new Beyonder Ability."
"New abilities?"
Angel was indeed diverted and asked curiously.
"That's right, it's a very magical ability. I'll show it to you now..."
Klein The corners of his mouth raised again, and he held her tighter in his arms.