The scene fell silent.
Lina, who had been about to explain, abruptly fell silent. Little Gwen froze in place as well. Xius's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and both his hands began to tremble.
It had actually said "Prometheus"!
In other words, that hadn't been a dream? It had really existed?
And... when had the Gear Sage been created? No one knew. To the entire Mechanical Cathedral, it was an ancient holy relic whose history stretched back hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years.
It had recorded the name Prometheus, which meant... Xius had come to this world hundreds or thousands of years ago!?
Xius's hands trembled even harder.
This proved there was something seriously wrong with his memories!
He clearly remembered appearing directly on the Golden Throne after transmigrating. He had descended several times, only to die quickly each time. There hadn't been much time at all.
After that, he had gone to Castel.
He could not remember the exact timeline, but only a few years had passed from his transmigration until now. It was absolutely impossible for centuries or millennia to have passed.
So... what exactly had happened?
Could he have lost his memories?
No, that wasn't right! Xius suddenly shuddered.
In less than ten years in this world, he had built a vast industrial system from nothing and turned Castel into an industrial empire.
If he had arrived in this world hundreds or thousands of years ago, why was this world still so backward?
By all rights, they should have already set out to conquer the stars and the seas, shouldn't they?
What exactly had happened to this world?
Something was wrong—very wrong! Nothing about this was right!
In only a moment, countless thoughts flooded Xius's mind. The information he had now was still insufficient for verification.
And the