Venus.
This god of beauty and art.
She had not sought revenge, but had remained here since untold ages ago, harboring hatred, despair, and sorrow.
All to pass down the name of the [Golden Race] through the ravages of time.
But.
Had Ye Qiyan not returned to this White Forest, probably no one would have been able to see her and hear these words of hers, even up until the moment she herself perished.
Because this was merely a level-three Platform World.
Those who entered this place were nothing more than Train Conductors whose Train Levels were below 4.
And Train Conductors of that caliber, even if they reached this place, even if they went straight underwater.
Facing Venus in her maddened state, all that awaited them was death.
The weak could not find her, and the strong would not come.
Only Ye Qiyan.
He, who possessed the [Beacon of Memory] and [Anchor].
He, who had chosen [White Forest] at the Fork in Destiny.
Was the only person who could see Venus and bring her back to her senses.
This was the Fork in Destiny.
Only through Ye Qiyan's choice had everything happening now come into being.
Had he taken another path, perhaps it would have been an entirely different story.
But there were no ifs.
The path Ye Qiyan walked was the one and only path that belonged to him alone.
The past would not change. There was no such thing as starting over; everything had begun the moment he entered the Wasteland.
The future would not be certain. There was no failure destined to happen; every prophecy, fate, and story could only be sketched onto a blank canvas by those who stepped onto the road ahead, taking up the brush themselves.
Ye Qiyan would not ask why Venus