Sean Wallop, Deity Hunter
"Beibei, are these three the correct paths?"
"No!" Little Squirrel said sternly. "It means the correct path is among these three!"
Sean asked in confusion, "Only one?"
"I don't know." Beibei looked like she was washing her hands of the matter.
"All right... Then what if I enter one of the other paths?" Sean asked again.
Beibei immediately shook her head. "Dangerous! Extremely dangerous! I coexist with nature, so I can sense certain... scents contained within them! I don't know how many of these three paths are right and how many are wrong, but I do know this: if you choose any other path, you will definitely fall into tremendous danger."
"Does that include this one?" Sean pointed to the very center of the Clockwork House.
Beibei nodded solemnly. "Yes. Extremely dangerous."
Hiss... This was a little troublesome...
There was no need to doubt whether Little Squirrel Beibei was real. He could already make that judgment. But what Sean had not expected was that among the possibilities Beibei had pointed out, there was no part of the God of Time's authority.
That left Sean in a dilemma.
He had come here because of the guidance in the God of Time Sean's diary. His goal was the severed authority of the God of Time—but now, Beibei had clearly stated that the path leading to that authority was incredibly dangerous...
Beibei coexisted with Avalon and lived alongside nature. Her innate perception was even stronger than a Seer's.
As Sean hesitated, Beibei suddenly cried out loudly. Her tiny shoulders had nearly sagged to her waist, clearly burdened by an ever-increasing strain.
"What are you hesitating for, Sean?! I can't hold on much longer!"
After quickly sweeping his gaze over the three positions Beibei had marked, Sean said, "Leave first.