All schemes and plots would be foreseen, and every little maneuver and preparation would lose its meaning.
If everyone knew the outcome, that outcome would no longer matter. There would be no more strife or combat. Everyone would automatically find their place according to their strength, from highest to lowest. Those above would forever remain above, and the entire world would become a stagnant pool, without the slightest possibility of change.
"It seems you've already thought of it. Victoria, you really are clever enough." Lillian licked her lips, a trace of fanaticism showing on her face:
"Foreseeing the future isn't a blessing, but a curse. It kills every possibility. In essence, it kills you and turns you into an eternal, perfect specimen."
"The same goes for the world."
"But you've seen it yourself. Our world isn't a stagnant pool. There's never any shortage of variables. How did that saying go again? Strife is the engine of the world. Yet strife shouldn't exist in a world like this."
Victoria's expression gradually grew solemn. She had never looked at the world from this angle, but simply following that line of thought was enough to reveal something incongruous.
Yes, if history repeated over and over, then those who transcended history should stand above the world.
Leaving everything else aside, everything Lillian did should succeed. She should have long since eliminated every wrong option throughout history.
Yet from what Victoria had seen, Lillian was always suffering setbacks.
Even the Great Beings sealing off the Abode had seemed somewhat rushed. Didn't They transcend history? Why did They act as though They knew nothing about any of this?
"Because past history isn't looping. It's being subjected to [Veto]!"
"We've already experienced many Histories. That means every one of those Histories was wrong!"
"We can't repeat the