The young Cyrene spoke softly.
"Then just treat it as me forcing a deal on you."
Chen Li did not mind in the least.
"Then what can you help with?"
Cyrene asked curiously.
"Turning the story into something I like."
With that, Chen Li fiercely brought down the crescent-shaped ritual sword in his hand.
Riiip!
The curtain of memories was torn open there, and a narrow crack appeared where Chen Li's ritual sword had passed.
Within the crack bloomed indescribably complex radiance.
"All right, everyone... see you tomorrow. Oh, no, see you in the next second. I'm going to settle the score for you."
With Cyrene's Type-One Sword slung over one shoulder and half of Mimi's body tucked under the other arm, Chen Li stepped into the crack.
"You're going to... return to the past in place of 'me'?"
The young Cyrene's eyes shone with excitement.
Cyrene knew it. How could someone acknowledged by Phainon possibly be a bad person?
Although Cyrene had no idea where Chen Li's ritual sword had come from, the fact that he wielded it as easily as an extension of his own arm meant it had definitely been entrusted to him by Phainon himself.
And Cyrene could tell that the ritual sword in Chen Li's hand... seemed to possess some kind of memory.
Though Cyrene could not resonate with that memory, she could sense its weight, as well as its complete trust in Chen Li.
"More or less."
Chen Li simply nodded.
Just as Cyrene and Demiurge were about to say something, Chen Li's next words left them speechless again.
"But don't get too full of yourselves. I'm not returning to the past solely to complete the chain of cause and effect."
Chen Li shook his head again.
After all, things like the Scepter and