Charles, however, said, "Just watching isn't enough."
"I need you to weave the outcome!"
"I have to reach Isata safely!"
Charles valued his own life very highly.
After all, for someone who had struck it lucky and been given a second life, living again was no easy thing, especially in such a vibrant and colorful world.
Charles still wanted to go farther, live longer, see more things, and enjoy more women.
The Book of Causal Paths wrote grumpily, "Fine, fine, I get it. You're the one with all the damn nonsense!"
Then, the Book of Causal Paths began to glow. One of its pages flew up and started burning, releasing its power.
Charles stared at the scene. Within the light of the burning page, he saw his own figure flickering endlessly.
Each appearance was in a different location, clearly representing different futures.
Page after page burned. After three full pages had been consumed, the final image finally settled into place.
In the image, Charles appeared in a familiar setting—his residence in Isata.
The Book of Causal Paths wrote, "Your luck is good. There was no problem with the data of this cross-planar teleportation gate."
"I did not expend too much power weaving the future."
"However, I still wove an anchorable future. As long as you pass through this gate, you will be teleported back to Isata."
After reading it, Charles nodded in satisfaction.
Then he said to Erika beside him, "Don't worry. There won't be any problem with this cross-planar teleportation gate."
He rubbed Erika's hair and said, "And even if you help me pass through this gate, it won't be enough."
"Simply going back isn't enough. We also need to be able to return to this plane."
"If you go back, it won't be easy to build a cross-planar