Adam

"Oh?"

Edwin's gaze fell on the other man, but a strange feeling stirred in his heart.

The man before him wore a white robe and had golden hair. Both his appearance and the sense of holiness radiating from his tranquility inevitably reminded Edwin of someone—Jesus Christ.

But this world had no Bible, nor had the story of that savior ever been passed down.

Was this a coincidence?

"Were you the one manipulating the course of events from behind the scenes?"

After pondering for a moment, Edwin asked again.

The reason he had stirred up this wave of change that had swept across Backlund was not only to reshape the social structure. Another important purpose was to force out the undercurrents hidden beneath the surface.

Having control over the sea of humanity's collective subconscious theoretically allowed one to silently influence the direction of an entire civilization, whether by hypnotizing individuals or distorting history.

"Shouldn't that question be asked by me, Your Excellency?"

The middle-aged man slowly turned around. His voice was so calm that it carried not the slightest trace of worldly air, as though he were catching up with an old friend.

He neither denied nor admitted it, merely tossed the question back.

Before his words had even faded, an invisible force had already been unleashed.

In his perception, the surrounding world seemed to be stripped of color and substance, becoming an open book.

Everything was text upon its pages, everything something he could understand and interfere with.

This was an ability of the high sequences of the [Spectator] pathway, an authority almost akin to "omniscience."

Very soon, surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face for the first time.

Because this book contained no record of Edwin's information—

Considering that the other party could also control the sea of subconsciousness,