Leon intended to stay his hand, but his vision suddenly plunged into pitch darkness.
By the time he came to his senses, he had arrived within the space of "Destiny."
This was not the narrow gap belonging solely to his own "Destiny," but the Imaginary Space representing the entire concept of "Destiny" itself. Here, he saw several familiar faces.
Nanook, Aha, Lan, Nous, Xipe, Qlipoth, Yaoshi, Mythus, HooH.
Excluding those who had already died or failed, or entities like Terminus and IX whose very existence was special, one could say that nearly all the "Aeons" existing in the current galaxy were present.
The reason for their attendance was simple: to meet this newly ascended colleague.
Even if it was only temporary, Leon had indeed ascended to the ranks of the "Aeons" at this moment. He was qualified to step across the threshold for a meeting.
Lan held high hopes for him, Nanook remained as calm as ever, Qlipoth was completely indifferent, Xipe was purely watching the show, Aha was laughing uproariously, and Nous remained silent.
As for Mythus, her gaze upon him was complex. "Remembrance" and "The Enigmata" could be said to share a relationship akin to twins. And the position he had now achieved was that of "Fuli." Perhaps it was for this reason that she paid him some special attention.
These "Aeons," who had crossed paths with Leon before, all held different views on his ascension to this position.
"Oh my, I've finally joined the small group of senior veterans."
Leon showed no stage fright whatsoever, acting as casual as always.
"You are all existences with high damage in the right fist, high damage in the left fist, and a nuclear explosion when both fists strike together, but I'm not exactly low stats sandwiched in the middle either!"
As a pseudo-Aeon, he appeared so weak among this group of true Aeons; the pressure they intangibly radiated was enough to make him breathless. This undoubtedly gave him a boost of motivation.
"Just you wait. One day."
This time he was a pseudo-Aeon and couldn't stay long.
"I will make my stats truly equal to yours."
But the next time they met, he would confront them with genuine, authentic Celestial Emperor stats!
"And even far surpass you!"
The Imaginary Space of "Destiny" dissipated.
"The trial card time is over," Leon muttered to himself, knowing the situation.
"Truth be told, the massive stats of an 'Aeon' are truly addictive."
But unfortunately, this power was ultimately time-limited. He returned the futures of the two Immaculatus to them, and the crystal body covering the left half of his body gradually receded. Only the solitary blue flame burning on the right half of his body remained.
Leon waved his right hand to the right, and the breeze he stirred up extinguished the blue flame of "The Hunt" as well.
"Herta" stepped forward to strike up a conversation.
"I have to admit, you can always do things that ordinary people absolutely cannot," she said with a sigh, looking at him with a strange expression.
There was no helping it. It was like a friend suddenly telling you they have a mysterious spark lens that lets them transform; you scoff at them, but then they really transform amidst a loud shout.
What kind of nonsense is becoming "Fuli" just by shouting a slogan? Although "Herta" knew the matter could absolutely not be that simple, judging solely by the surface manifestation, Leon had directly achieved the divine seat of Remembrance after shouting, "This isn't the story I like, I'll rewrite it directly."
Whether it was moving against time to save her, or suppressing the past and present to save Amphoreus, these two feats were things that not even an "Emanator" could achieve, let alone an ordinary person.
"Tell me something everyone doesn't know."
Leon indicated, *did this even need to be said?* Wasn't he always talking about how if others couldn't do it, he could? He was a man of his word in this regard.
"How do you intend to handle Amphoreus?"
"Herta" began to discuss the handling of this star system with him.
"If we let them set up their own portal, it will take a lot of time and energy, whether for the construction of transportation or for Amphoreus to enter the galaxy."
To truly stand independently in the galaxy, Amphoreus would need at least one "Emanator," otherwise, it would only become someone else's vassal.
Leon now had three choices: The Space Station, Planet Screwllum, and the Xianzhou Alliance. Handing Amphoreus over to one of these three.
Given his personal value, plus his friendship with the leaders of these factions, it went without saying that they would definitely live up to his trust and look after Amphoreus even more closely than their own sons. Meticulous care would be offered directly!
"Take it to Penacony."
The answer Leon gave made "Herta" realize that in this timeline, that Land of Dreams was his turf.
"If they want to stand independently, let them grow slowly, step by step. If they don't want to, then Penacony is undoubtedly the best choice."
He was too lazy to manage the after-sales service, so he sent it to Penacony for free-range raising.
The three options "Herta" thought of were actually not very suitable.
The Space Station was mainly too small. Handing Amphoreus over would mean living inside this Mobius Strip-shaped scepter under supervision. Meanwhile, the Xianzhou and Planet Screwllum would be no different from immigration.
Leon actually wanted Amphoreus to have more contact with the outside world. To stand independently, yet not so independently. To let the people of Amphoreus have contact with the outside world while preserving the overall existence of Amphoreus.
In that case, Penacony was actually just right. The place was large and filled with "Memoria." Opening up a space with "Remembrance" was trivial; he could directly make Amphoreus the thirteenth hour of Penacony.
"That's not unfeasible."
"Herta" felt it was quite good; the current Amphoreus wasn't ready to face the world yet. If not for Leon's presence, given Amphoreus's technological level, after facing the world, it would likely become a place monopolized by the Corporation in the name of protection, just like those weak star systems.
"Speaking of which, where is the other Scepter?"
Leon thought of something and asked. After purifying Iron Tomb, Demiurge returned to the authority that originally belonged to her. That meant there should be an empty authority now.
"The authority I brought disappeared into thin air. Shouldn't you be asking yourself this question?" "Herta" complained, chiding him.
"Then it seems it's thoroughly dead."
Just as an "Aeon" is eternal once proven, the Iron Tomb erased by his "Aeon" might naturally would never exist again either. From the disappearance of the other Scepter, one could see that Iron Tomb would no longer exist in any timeline.
The current Amphoreus was ascended by Leon using the divine power of "Remembrance" and no longer had a half-dime relationship with the Scepter, which was why it could exist.
"Are you going back next?" Leon asked about her destination.
"High probability, yes, but I have to wait until I find a way to return."
"Herta" wanted to return.
"Shall I send you?"
Leon possessed "Terminus"; doing such a thing wasn't hard. After all, he was the one who brought her over, so naturally, he should take responsibility and send her back?
"We'll see. I'm actually quite interested in the 'myself' of the current timeline."
"Herta" indicated there was no rush; staying a while longer wouldn't hurt. Having become a Perfect Scholar, she could totally give herself some guidance. Wouldn't interrogating her undeveloped self be quite interesting? Fast forward to *You've become weak, old hag.jpg*.
"Oh? Then shall I send you to the Space Station?"
Leon remembered he had promised Herta to let her see the Astral Express before. He ended up flaking on it because he was busy. But it didn't matter; a small flake didn't count as flaking, just making it up would do. Herta should also be quite interested in herself from another timeline.
"What about that pink-haired little girl?"
"Herta" didn't see the Demiurge he had saved.
"They are all in here."
Leon lifted the Mobius Strip floating in his palm.
"Let them catch up with their friends first. We'll talk about the rest after settling Amphoreus."
Saying so, Leon clenched his palm. The Mobius Strip representing Amphoreus was stored away into his "Path" space. He then took "Herta" to the Astral Express.
After the two left, Lycus, the instigator of everything, slowly walked out from a hidden place.
"Losing to an 'Aeon' is not an injustice."
Lycus was already accustomed to failure and was not surprised by the failure of his creation. An "Aeon" cannot directly enter the field, but against a borderline Aeon like "Fuli"... Iron Tomb's death was actually excusable.
You have to acknowledge the defeat in stats; you can't refuse to acknowledge it. After all, Iron Tomb had relied on his own powerful stats to gallop across the galaxy from beginning to end.
But it didn't matter.
"Let us meet again next time."
For Zandar, creating a "Path" was no more difficult than creating a world. This point was also true for Lycus.
Iron Tomb was never some unreplicable relic. Since he could create the first one, he could absolutely create a second one. And this second one would only be stronger than Iron Tomb.
Zandar had no bottlenecks and would never stop moving forward.
"Next time, I will bring a definite fall to Erudition."
Saying so, Lycus turned around, preparing to leave. But just then, the swift sound of an arrow tearing through the air rang out quite abruptly. By the time Lycus reacted, the invisible arrow of causality had already pierced through the center of his brow.
"This is truly... not unexpected either."
Lycus seemed to have known this ending long ago. What Leon killed was Iron Tomb's causality, and apart from Nous, the only one with the deepest causal relationship to Iron Tomb was himself. Past, present, future—a trinity of attacks. How could he be spared?
"Lycurgus is over, so let us meet again in the next life."
Before completely disappearing, Lycus left his final words.
He was merely one slice of Zandar; there were a total of eight others as strong as him. Even if he died, others would inherit his will and continue down this road.
Ten lives, nine generations, determinately destroy Erudition!
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I'll post this to the Garden of Recollection later.
AAA Sole Believer of the Glazed Lord
Post more shit and the Memokeepers will kill you.
...
...
Astral Express.
On the way to the Space Station, he was discussing the issue of staying or leaving with the other two passengers.
"Name."
Leon sat on the train sofa holding a black notebook, questioning Sparkle.
"Huh?"
"Gender," Leon asked on his own accord.
"What meaning?"
Sparkle didn't understand what kind of operation this was.
"Do you know what crime you committed?"
Leon took this scenario to the end.
"Oh? Are you going to start reckoning with me~?"
Sparkle propped her elbows on the table, cupped her face in her palms, and asked, dragging out her tone.
"Listen well."
Leon paid no heed, simply writing a line of words with his pen.
"Elation must be bringing laughter to others, not interfering with others for your own laughter."
After speaking, he snapped the notebook shut with a *pa*.
"What kind of joke are you..."
Sparkle glanced at him in surprise, thinking he was spouting nonsense. How was this different from killing her? If not for their own joy, why would they seek elation?
But before the word "joke" could leave her mouth, she was uncontrollably forced to change her tune.
"Yes, General!"
By the time Sparkle reacted, she had already involuntarily stood at attention, raising both hands and shouting.
"Be a good person after you get out."
Leon nodded and put away the pen. Naturally evil Elation brat, you like finding amusement, right? The transaction relationship is over and you still want to watch the fun? Then let him find some amusement too. Humorous Action-Advance Girl should go sit at the same table as Phantylia.
"What a magical ability. I now sort of know why the Aeon of Elation thinks so highly of you."
After Sparkle returned to normal, not only was there no anger, but she also looked like she found it very interesting.
Masked Fools were like this. They seek elation, but if someone can turn the tables and tease them while they are seeking elation, that is a joy they can't ask for enough. To put it simply, they are a faction leaning a bit towards being masochists.
"Hehe, then Sparkle will take this as your letter of challenge to me~"
Sparkle could feel it; the confinement on her body only took effect when she wanted to find amusement. Although she temporarily couldn't find those ordinary amusements, what did it matter?
She didn't feel there was any amusement more worth finding than Leon right now. If she could find amusement in him once, it would be worth the ticket price even if she died.
"Then let us meet again next time, Dear Ranger."
Sparkle thought his ability came from Aha and prepared to go back to the Tavern to ask around.
"Next time, we'll be playing opposite roles."
Being treated as amusement didn't matter. Whoever could find greater amusement in the other would be the final winner. It was just a temporary forbearance. Hehe, she definitely had to live on! When she found the way to unlock this confinement, she would definitely give him a big surprise in return.
"Ja na~"
Sparkle waved her hand. As the words fell, she took down the half-fox mask slung diagonally on her head and covered her face. Amidst a burst of dazzling kaleidoscope-like fiery red special effects, she vanished into thin air, leaving the Astral Express.
Leon didn't pay much attention. The last Phantylia who thought she could unlock it was already depressed; one could imagine what Sparkle's ending would be. Challenging a god was reckless in itself.
After getting one person's answer, Leon looked at the other person in the train.
"What about you, Black Swan? Do you intend to go or stay?" he asked Black Swan.
Black Swan fell silent, simply shifting her gaze to March 7th sitting to the side. March 7th noticed her gaze, so she smiled and waved at her. It was like greeting her, looking completely like a harmless good girl.
But was that really the case?
Black Swan didn't know where this fear came from, but she had a feeling in the dark. It was... as if her whole body of goose feathers might accidentally be plucked bare by this girl.
"...I'd better leave."
Black Swan didn't dare stay long; besides, it wouldn't be of much use if she tagged along.
"It just so happens I have some interest in Penacony."
She gave her answer, deciding to get off at Penacony.
"You can find me if there's anything you need help with."
Leon nodded and didn't say much more. He stood up from the sofa and walked to March 7th's side.
"You were a big help, March."
Leon returned her camera to her, his words carrying a smile.
The opportunity to break the deadlock in Amphoreus was something March 7th had fought for him using her everything. She discarded her future and handed her life entirely to him. It was March 7th's identity as an "Immaculatus" that gave him the chance to prove the divine seat of "Remembrance."
With this chance, and finally adding the causality of Cyrene being an "Immaculatus," he finally had the qualifications to temporarily replace "Fuli." One could say that for this brief ascension, neither could be missing.
"Hehe."
March 7th took the camera and simply smiled silly at him upon hearing the thanks. Leon didn't say any more sentimental words, just patted her head.
...
Space Station.
The Astral Express pulled into the platform, and Leon made up for standing Herta up before as promised.
"Welcome to your arrival, Mr. Leon."
Asta clasped her hands at her abdomen, bowing slightly in greeting. But when she looked up and saw the familiar face next to Leon who had arrived with him, her whole person was bewildered.
"Madam... Herta?"
Asta looked at her superior's face, speaking with some uncertainty.
"When did you go out...?"
Not long ago, Herta had just greeted her, so how could she appear together with Leon?
"And this hair of yours..."
Asta was dazed by this head of silver-white hair.
"That's not me."
Just as Asta was puzzled a hundred times over, Herta stepped forward with elegant strides from behind. Herta walked in front of herself, facing herself head-on.
Children, this is not me.
"Looks really alike."
Herta spoke thus, one hand on her hip, looking this other self up and down.
"After all, carved from the same mold."
"Herta" didn't avoid her gaze either.
"What big stunt have you pulled for me this time?"
Herta looked at the instigator of all this.
"What, did you want a puppet of me? If you wanted one, you should have said so earlier; I would have just given you one."
She crossed her arms, letting out a *heh* after saying this sentence.
"But what is the meaning of you producing a 'me' on your own accord and even dyeing my hair?"
Herta questioned him, her gaze falling on herself again. She had never created a puppet of her main body, and judging from this level of precision, she knew it was absolutely a real person.
Herta hadn't reached the point of being shocked by this kind of thing, but to say there was actually no surprise at all wouldn't be entirely true. She was very curious where on earth Leon had gotten her.
"Forgot to turn off auto-loot."
To this, Leon gave his own answer.
"This is you from another timeline. I brought her along in passing when I went there before."
He spoke the truth and didn't hide anything.
"...What do you mean another timeline?"
Herta didn't understand why he could speak such earth-shattering words so casually.
"Speaking of which, not long ago, I detected that the Path map of 'The Erudition' appeared chaotic for a short period of time. Did you do this too?"
Herta thought of something; she felt there should be a connection between the two.
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