The End of the Hall of Documents

What happened today, I would never forget for the rest of my life.

Few people could probably experience an entire sequence of events in twenty-four hours—from a counteroffensive by a hundred races, to a doomsday raid, to ancient exploration, to epic secrets, to shadowy espionage, to bizarre deduction. If I expanded on it, I could write five or six sequels without repeating myself. In just one short day, the events I experienced had become so wildly dramatic it was downright maddening. After being tempered by all this, I figured I had reached the point where Mount Tai could collapse before me without changing my expression, where I could endure countless bloody battles without fearing a single corpse—in layman's terms, a dead pig wasn't afraid of boiling water. I was even mentally prepared to face an intelligent version of Silvia whose IQ might be higher than mine. Whatever more ridiculous nonsense there was, bring it on. I wanted to see what earth-shattering secret was planning to bombard my nerves next.

The sinister, treacherous, unquestionably villainous Ockham had suddenly declared himself to be a loyal remnant of the old regime, enduring humiliation for the sake of reviving the Empire. Silvia, who had always depended on my side and been as innocent as a child, was now willing to do anything to destroy the Hall of Documents' data. Even Sandora, this Queen, was confused, while Pandora beside me was thinking! The world's great mysteries had all gathered here today!

"Bellavella, to be honest, when I learned that you were still alive, I truly breathed a sigh of relief." Ockham wore a smile that did not reach his eyes as he spoke heavily into the air. But we knew that Silvia, currently in the Second Control Room somewhere beyond the Prime Material Plane, could