It has to be said.
Ian's idea was indeed correct. None of the things in the room belonged to this world. If the Titaness Claire was not a transmigrator, then the transmigrator could only be the person who taught the Female Titan all of this—which now seems to be Raven. And there must be a close relationship between Raven and the Titaness Claire.
Otherwise.
Titaness Claire would never have received such thorough "time traveler" education, and she wouldn't have become the otaku she is now—well, not otaku, but she certainly looks like one.
This was completely different from the Titan Ian had seen before, not only in terms of size but also in their minds. Therefore, it was only natural that this guy would be driven out of the Titan ' group.
after all.
Having not grown up receiving the education of the Titan, she naturally could not integrate into Titan mindset—perhaps she was the only one who had truly come into contact with the Raven and Prophecy their Raven.
Well, this is ultimately the world of Harry Potter. Judging from the way prophets exist in this world, a prophet can only foresee what they want to see and what is closely related to them. Even though Titaness Claire is a being at the level of an Earth Creator, her power is still subject to these rules.
The abilities of later human prophets originated from ancient times. Although it is unknown whether they were inherited by Claire, even if they were created by their creations, they must still follow a reference point. The abilities of the Creator and human Wizard should not be too different.
The thought of the Titan ' abilities brought back Ian's previous doubts. He looked through the paintings, deeply shocked, and couldn't help but ask a question.
"You can do all of this by yourself? Do you have all the abilities of the Titan?" Ian felt that each Titan must wield different powers and authority.
To create life.
Shouldn't we at least work together?
"That's how prophets are," Claire said casually, settling back onto the beanbag chair. "I can learn whatever I want, just by spying." She made a peeking gesture, her eyes suddenly turning completely purple, countless tiny runes appearing in her pupils, but vanishing in an instant.
This is clearly just a cover for the "peeping" ability of the prophet. In that case, it is indeed incredibly powerful, allowing one to glimpse skills that only exist in the past or future at any time.
certainly.
If the ability to give life to things can truly be acquired through learning, then the later Alchemy concept is clearly not wrong; human Wizard can also create their own life forms.
The only thing lacking is skill.
Ian was speechless at Titaness Claire's answer. This prophet was indeed far more powerful than any Wizard he knew, after all, she was an ancestor of ancestors.
"This craftsmanship shouldn't have much to do with the Titan ' immortality; they are connected to the laws of nature, clearly belonging to a superior level of life."
Ian thought of this.
He couldn't help but look at the Titaness Claire again.
The starry sky outside the window was deep and dark, while inside the room was warm and quiet. The aroma of roasted eggs wafted from the fireplace, mingling with the scent of burning wood, creating a strange sense of tranquility.
" The Titan ' power is rooted in this world. Are you native life forms?" His question was bold, but Claire felt no offense.
However, the problem is like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Claire's fingers paused for a moment on the game console. The flickering shadows cast by the fireplace made her face, which should have been youthful, suddenly appear ancient and mysterious.
"A bold question." She chuckled, showing no sign of offense. "But the answer is simple—no, we are not. We come from the stars."
really.
Just as Ian predicted.
The game console was casually placed aside, and the pixelated islands on the screen stopped changing.
"According to our own records, we came from among the stars and drifted for seven eras aboard the World Ship. Oh, the World Ship is the very place where we stand now."
"However, after they found new homes, this place was naturally abandoned by the newcomers. They got tired of it, so in the end, it was just me, the unlucky guy who was kicked out, who benefited."
Titaness Claire stretched, her long, silvery-white hair cascading like moonlight onto the beanbag chair. She reached out and pulled a wisp of flame from the fireplace, shaping it into a miniature galaxy at her fingertips.
"When we arrived, we found this planet dying. Your Creator lies beneath the Arctic ice cap; He is not dead, but it is no different from being dead."
"There's no way to wake him up."
Claire spoke as if she had witnessed it herself. She was clearly Titan born on Earth—which was probably due to her prophetic abilities, allowing her to travel back in time and glimpse that past.
As Ian looked at her face, an indescribable feeling welled up inside him. He had originally thought that the Titan were a continuation of mythology, but he never expected them to be remnants of science fiction.
It's obvious.
This world is far more complex than he imagined.
" The Creator of Earth? What does he/she look like?"
Ian sensed curiosity and immediately pressed for more details.
The Titaness Claire glanced at him, but continued, "His body is more majestic than mountains, his blood is liquid magic, and the authority to create all things flows in his bones."
As he spoke...
The flames in the fireplace suddenly surged, casting eerie shadows on the wall—countless Giant figures sitting around an even larger body.
A sacred yet terrifying feast was being held.
"The twelve Titan devoured the Creator's body; we certainly cannot kill such beings. However, we possess knowledge; we know how to make the Creator coexist with us."
"The flesh and blood of the Creator are united with us, becoming one with those Titan. Therefore, we have the means to establish ourselves and gain supreme authority on this planet."
This is truly something else—to describe eating the Creator in such a noble and lofty way.
"It sounds like sharing food," Ian said bluntly.
Claire didn't deny it; instead, she smiled and said, "In a way, yes. We have absorbed the Creator's legacy and also assumed the Creator's responsibilities."
The Female Titan's voice was somewhat deep.
"What's the meaning?"
Ian blinked.
"We have gained His power, but we have also inherited His curse." The flames at Claire's fingertips transformed into twelve blurry human figures, surrounding a beating heart.
He was ultimately bestowed the title of Titan God-King.
This is also why the Titan God-King was so powerful.
"Curse?"
Ian leaned forward unconsciously. He had loved telling stories since he was a child, and he loved listening to stories too, especially these secrets, which would later prove his extensive knowledge and erudition.
To become a super knowledge master, you need to start collecting knowledge that others don't know from a young age, whether it's secrets or brain teasers. In any case, saying things that others don't know is awesome.
"Yes, a curse."
The Female Titan nodded.
The clear cry of Phoenix outside interrupted her narration. Claire tilted her head to listen, then suddenly revealed a sly smile, "Do you know what the most ironic thing is?"
"What?"
Ian continued to be a curious child.
Titaness Claire didn't beat around the bush either.
"That dead Creator."
She moved closer to Ian.
His breath carried the scent of stardust.
"They look exactly like humans. Yes, those Wizard you saw outside, they are life forms created by the Titan in the image of their Creator."
"It is precisely because of this that the Titan did not realize that their actions had caused them to relinquish a portion of their power, which is the true reason for Titan downfall."
It's obvious.
Although Titaness Claire lived in this place, she was still very aware of what was happening outside. Her exposure also made Ian realize a problem.
The infinite possibilities of humankind.
Is that precisely because of this?
Because humans are exactly the same as the Creator, they can be considered a continuation of the Creator. In fact, the original humans were the multitude of gods, but the gods clearly went astray in the end. They did not adhere to the path of Wizard, so they went against the essence of the Creator, and were eventually overthrown by the later human Wizard.
This logic might be a bit convoluted.
The general idea is that the gods were closer to the Creator, which is why they defeated the Titan. Later human Wizard Wizard even closer to the Creator, which is why they were able to defeat the gods.
"If that's really the case."
Ian felt he had uncovered a shocking secret.
"Is the Creator a Wizard? Is this his Wizard kingdom, or perhaps his backyard or something?" He felt this idea was truly worthy of study.
"I have no idea."
Claire shook her head at this.
"Even prophets can't see everything. The only thing I know is that the Raven really wanted to become a human, a species I didn't understand at all back then."
"Then this species must have something special about it. I also tried to create some, and you should have seen them." The people that Titaness Claire was talking about must be the predecessors of the Asgardian Gods on the island.
If that's really the case.
It seems that none of the Titan ' human creations could escape the Destiny of eventually ascending to godhood—this is likely not just a coincidence, but a historical inevitability?
Ian couldn't figure it out yet.
but.
Since the other party had mentioned Bio-Alchemy, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Could I ask you some questions about Bio-Alchemy? It might be very useful for my future."
In response to this...
The Female Titan did not refuse.
"Of course, no problem, but..."
Claire tilted her head and looked at him, then suddenly gave him a mysterious smile, "Those things are complicated. Perhaps... you should go to sleep first? We can talk about it after you wake up?"
"Why should I sleep?" Ian asked, puzzled.
"Because it's almost time for you to go home." Claire pointed out the window, where the sky was undergoing subtle changes, and the positions of the stars were beginning to shift.
Ian then realized something and abruptly stood up. "Wait, could it be that my daytime in this world is actually nighttime on the normal Timeline?"
Claire did not respond to his words.
Because only he himself knows that he traveled through time at night, but arrived here during the day, so the daytime he is in here does indeed correspond to the night he should have been experiencing.
Night of Bewilderment.
"I wouldn't dare sleep in a place like this. Who knows what strange things you might do to me?" Ian said warily. Of course, he wouldn't easily trust a stranger.
Moreover, this stranger was not of the same race as him.
"You'll go to sleep."
Claire spoke with certainty.
"Um?"
Ian was filled with doubt and suspicion.
"Because I saw you sleeping." Claire's voice suddenly became ethereal, and her eyes turned completely purple, with countless tiny runes flowing within them.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ian suddenly felt an unprecedented wave of exhaustion wash over him. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, his body swayed uncontrollably, and then he collapsed to the ground, his consciousness rapidly fading. Ian wanted to say something, but suddenly felt an irresistible drowsiness wash over him.
How did you do that?
His eyelids grew incredibly heavy, and his vision began to blur. The last thing he saw was Claire picking up the game console again, her fingers lightly tapping on the screen.
"I just saw it. Go to sleep, Raven Teacher. It's not a bad thing. At most, I'll dress you up as Girl." Her voice seemed to come from a very far away place.
"You'll understand more when you wake up."
Ian's body leaned forward.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, a gentle force supported him, allowing him to slowly lie down on the floor. His breathing became steady and deep.
Consciousness sank into boundless darkness. Claire looked at the sleeping Ian and sighed softly. She put down the game console and walked to the window to gaze at the ever-changing starry sky.
"Time flies," she murmured to herself, her fingers gently tracing the small inscription carved on the window frame: To my most idiotic student— Raven.
The Phoenix Egg in the fireplace gave one last soft crack, fully cooked, and a tiny life emerged from it, holding a roasted egg, which Claire snatched away and ate.
The little Phoenix is expressing its dissatisfaction.
Because those were its growing supplies.
"You need to shrink... A huge Phoenix can't be a pet." Golden light filled the room, casting a warm glow over the sleeping Ian.
Goodnight, Raven Teacher.
She said in a low voice.
A faint smile played on his lips. Outside the window, the Phoenix cried out once more, and starlight spilled across the entire floating island, as if gilding it with a dreamlike glow.
at the same time.
Ian awoke in a void.
He felt no gravity, nor could he hear any sound; it was as if the entire world had been stripped of its color and texture. His body floated, surrounded by a blurry gray-white expanse, like an old movie scene shrouded in thick fog. There was no temperature or smell in the air, and even time seemed to have stood still.
It remains Misty Illusion.
only.
This time, Ian found himself not only in a new place, but also surrounded by everything in black and white—as if it were an unchangeable past.
(End of this chapter)