Leon traveled against the current of the river of time, witnessing everyone's past at a glance. The people he saw, they were still there.
The Antimatter Legion's invasion of their homeland, the pollution of their hometown by the followers of The Abundance, the oppression of the Interastral Peace Corporation, and all sorts of trivial matters—these were the seeds of their hatred.
Leon walked step by step. He saw their most crucial anchor points, and the precise moment each was lost.
At the very end—
He witnessed the culmination of these 'causalities'!
It was an indescribable, ineffable being. If it possessed a form, it was utterly imperceptible to the naked eye. Only Leon, guided by intuition, could perceive its outline; indeed, only he could see it.
The 'Causality' gazed at him. The vitality emanating from it differed from that of an Aeon, yet paradoxically, shared a similar wondrous essence. It was as if it spoke to Leon, conveying a silent message:
—Even with his immense abilities, he might not possess the resilience to withstand everything. Could one person alone bear the full, collective weight of causality born from the hatreds of all sentient beings?
You... can you truly accomplish this?
Leon unslung the longbow from his shoulder. The causalities, coalescing into the form of the creature before him, gradually converged towards The Hunt.
"Still challenging me here, are we?"
He raised his bow, his aiming reticle fixed squarely on the invisible entity.
"I said I'm rewriting this story—what are you, a salted shrimp, or an Eldron!"
The 'Causality' surged towards Leon. He paid no mind to its nature; no matter the magnitude of the causality, he would shoulder it all alone.
With The Hunt and Terminus embodying him, he possessed the full conviction to resolve everything. The former was responsible for striking down, the latter for altering.
There was just one aspect that remained somewhat problematic. Matters altered by Terminus lacked any means of concealment, easily drawing attention and potentially attracting scholars for investigation.
Herta, however, was manageable. Being a single individual, her sphere of influence was limited. If she remained out of sight, no one would be aware of an additional Herta. Even if she made an appearance, she would most likely be perceived as a mere puppet.
But this time was different: the causalities involved were far too extensive, likely causing significant repercussions both internally and externally, which would be challenging to manage.
As Leon contemplated this, he suddenly perceived a subtle glance. By the time he registered it, the Aeon of The Enigmata had materialized before him.
—Mythus cast her discerning gaze upon him, bestowing the blessing of her Path.
This truly was like receiving a pillow just as one began to feel drowsy. With the aid of The Enigmata, Leon could undoubtedly veil everything seamlessly. He could now fabricate histories to his heart's content, entirely free from future worries.
One question lingered, however: why had Mythus cast her gaze upon him?
As Leon deliberated, he realized there had been certain omens. Previously, when he had ascended to Fuli's divine seat, Mythus had specifically cast a unique glance his way, distinct from the other Aeons' purely observational scrutiny.
According to fabricated historical records, before her ascension to godhood, Mythus wore a hair tie, claiming it was 'ultra-thin' to deceive Fuli. Ultimately, Mythus was successfully born in a mysterious guise, solely to conceal the fact that she hadn't worn anything.
In other words, it was likely out of deference to Fuli. Moreover, his actions perfectly aligned with the standards of The Enigmata. He had a penchant for fabricating histories everywhere, truly delighting in it.
Who else desires a story to be told?
Regardless, a gift given was a gift received, especially since Leon had earned it through his own merits! Why would he refuse such a bounty?
Remembrance, The Hunt,
The Enigmata, Terminus.
Of the Paths governing timelines and causality, Leon now possessed three out of four.
As for Remembrance, it was unlikely he could obtain it through his own means. Out of the eighteen Paths, it was now clear that Propagation and Voracity were not Paths that humans could tread; primarily, only beasts were capable of walking these two Paths.
Among the remaining sixteen Paths, truthfully, Remembrance possessed the highest threshold. Other Paths merely required the corresponding philosophy, needing nothing else to be autonomously trodden. Only Remembrance necessitated the guidance and propulsion of a Memokeeper.
Unless one was a born 'Immaculatus'. Otherwise, ordinary individuals could only tread the Path through the medium of a Memokeeper. Beyond this, there was no alternative route.
With Fuli's absence, hoping for an Emanator from her would be preposterous. Emanators of Remembrance were invariably individuals of exceptional talent, which Leon distinctly was not. Of course, if March 7th or Cyrene were to ascend to godhood later, perhaps he would qualify; however, by then, a mere Emanator status would likely hold little benefit for him.
Should he truly require Remembrance, Leon could always borrow from two individuals. Therefore, whether he himself formally tread the Path of Remembrance was inconsequential; should the need arise, he would simply 'take a loan'!
Twang! The arrow was unleashed! The 'Causality' struck the 'Causality'; two identical entities mutually annihilated each other!
The Antimatter Legion, the followers of The Abundance, or any other natural calamity—everything encompassed within the 'Causality'—was eradicated by a single arrow!
The creature standing before Leon dissipated, its presence vanishing entirely. He had shouldered everything that had coalesced to form it, and thus, the farce concluded.
Leon exhaled slowly, regaining his composure after a brief moment. The people who had long lain motionless on the ground, steeped in an unending slumber, now groggily opened their eyes.
"Do you feel any discomfort?" Yaoqing, seeing the people awaken, quickly stepped forward to inquire.
"It feels as though... we've experienced a dream..."
They collectively shook their heads, tears unconsciously streaming from the corners of their eyes at the tragedy that had been mended.
"It is good, as long as you are all right. It is good." Yaoqing let out a sigh of relief.
Much of this galaxy remained unknown to her, for instance, she had no complete understanding of what a Stellaron truly was. She also did not know if its effects would leave any lasting repercussions, which caused her some apprehension.
Yaoqing cast her gaze backwards, where Leon was in the process of reslinging his bow upon his shoulder. She offered him a gentle smile. It was as if she was conveying how truly good it was that everything was safe and sound. Both had fulfilled their respective duties, made their contributions, and thus successfully resolved the situation in Humboldt.
"Those who have homes, return to them," Leon addressed everyone present, stating, "For those without homes, seek out that which you cherish, be it a person or a place. I have brought them all back to life for you."
He had rewritten all the tragedies of their lives. Whether it was loved ones who had perished or homelands that had fallen, he had restored them all. With The Enigmata's influence, no disturbances would be stirred.
"What exactly does that imply...?" Ginevra paused, slightly bewildered.
"You may now return to see your parents." Leon cast a brief glance at her.
According to what he had witnessed, her hometown had indeed fallen under the assault of the Antimatter Legion. Through The Hunt, his arrows had journeyed into the past to eliminate foes. Through Terminus, all his alterations were brought to fruition. Through The Enigmata, the resulting reality was shrouded.
In this world, apart from Leon, no one else possessed the ability to accomplish such a feat, nor would anyone be willing to do so for them. Only Leon alone was willing to expend such immense effort for these individuals.
Ginevra stood rooted to the spot.
"My Lord of Azure Skies!"
Meanwhile, her elder brother had already knelt down first. Only then did Ginevra notice that her second brother's right arm had, unbeknownst to them, been restored. This undoubtedly proved the veracity of Leon's words!
"My Lord of Azure Skies!" Her eyes grew moist.
"My Lord of Azure Skies!" Her eyes grew moist, and she promptly knelt down as well.
"My Lord of Azure Skies!" Upon hearing this, the multitude of rescued individuals, after regaining their senses, immediately prostrated themselves before him, kowtowing and crying out fervently.
"Rise. You are not permitted to kneel." Leon urged them to quickly rise. Starfaring Rangers rendered aid without any thought of recompense.
"The Starfaring Ranger's benevolence is endless!"
After rising, they wept profusely, their hands raised high, leaping with joy, refusing to miss even the slightest opportunity to express their profound gratitude to Leon.
"For individuals of your caliber, I will not concern myself with after-sales service." Leon waved a dismissive hand, then turned to prepare for his departure.
To be frank, traveling with him offered little in the way of sightseeing, as he invariably conducted his affairs with clean efficiency. Once a Stellaron was recovered, there were no further tasks. Unless his companions actively requested it, he would not specifically indulge in experiencing local customs or culture.
Leon surveyed his surroundings. This place seemed to offer no points of interest worth exploring; for proper sightseeing, one would require a legitimate civilization. Like Penacony or The Xianzhou Luofu. Industrial ruins such as these were best bypassed.
"It is quite alright; is this not also the duty of a Trailblazer?" Yaoqing gently shook her head. "Travel itself isn't truly that important."
"Having stayed on Amphoreus for such a long time, merely observing the outside scenery was enough to feel utterly refreshed and invigorated."
"For me, if I could exchange the joys of this journey for the salvation of even one more life," she said with a smile, "Then I would be most willing."
"Let us await and see if The Xianzhou Luofu might host any events." If one desires recreation, it is best to rely on such organized activities. The Astral Express's responsibility was Trailblaze, but Leon's assigned duty was Stellaron recovery. However, beyond that, peace was nowhere to be found.
The two conversed as they walked, departing in this manner, and soon returned aboard the train.
Subsequently, the Interastral Peace Corporation received the corresponding report. Humboldt had been engulfed by a Stellaron disaster, yet shortly after being swept, it was successfully resolved by none other than Leon, the very individual responsible for quelling the calamity.
Upon receiving this report, the Corporation's high-ranking executives were so startled that their eyeballs nearly popped from their sockets. After enduring a severe grilling from Louis Fleming, the very founder of their Corporation, the Interastral Peace Corporation officially declared its defeat, initiated a full ceasefire with Leon, and secretly resolved never to lightly provoke this Starfaring Ranger again.
The Corporation had already begun to sort out its own chaotic affairs. They had initially believed their interactions with Leon could smoothly conclude there, but upon reviewing today's report, their world utterly collapsed. The Corporation swiftly dispatched personnel to Humboldt. Not only did they immediately initiate reforms, but they also issued an exceptionally solemn guarantee within the galaxy-wide broadcast, promising that such an incident would unequivocally never recur. Even without deep thought, it was evident who this message was specifically intended for.
Many factions found it inconceivable that the Corporation would concede to Leon to such an extent. Undoubtedly, given such solemn assurances, an environment like that of Humboldt would be exceptionally difficult to replicate going forward. Of course, the Corporation's realization stemmed not from acknowledging its error, but from understanding its impending demise.
At least for as long as Leon remained alive, with the exception of Path fanatics such as the followers of The Abundance and the Antimatter Legion, with his Damocles sword suspended over their heads, virtually no major, reputable power would dare to cause further disruption. The state of the galaxy was poised to significantly improve thereafter, which was an immense boon for ordinary people.
...
The Xianzhou Alliance.
"The Interastral Peace Corporation has officially abandoned the conflict." Yao Guang reported this to her Marshal, her tone conveying considerable surprise. "I had not anticipated such an unequivocal capitulation."
Everyone had assumed the Corporation would only suffer a single loss to Leon, and would unequivocally not tolerate a second. Under normal procedural development, the likelihood of Leon making a second visit to Jarilo-VI was high. However, no one had anticipated this; truly, no one. To circumvent this anticipated sequence of events, the Corporation had, directly and contrary to all expectations, surrendered and 'slid to its knees'—a course of action unprecedented across multiple Amber Eras.
"My liege, while your subjects are willing to fight to the death, why have you capitulated first?"
What exact circumstance could have possibly led to such a complete, one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reversal in the Corporation's stance? Yao Guang was exceedingly curious. With such an attitude, it was beyond doubt that Leon could metaphorically 'defecate upon the Corporation's head' with utter impunity.
"I had previously sensed a notable 'Destiny' turbulence." In response, Huaiyan merely offered a speculative answer.
"A 'Destiny' turbulence?" Across the vast expanse of the galaxy, only The Xianzhou Alliance possessed full access to the open 'Destiny' authority, granted generously by Lan, which served as their fundamental basis. And Huaiyan, being the one who controlled Destiny on behalf of Lan, her ability to perceive such fluctuations was not at all unusual.
"Which specific 'Destiny'?" To influence an entire Destiny implied the emergence of a figure within some faction possessing capabilities equivalent to those of The Xianzhou Alliance.
"The Erudition." Huaiyan's eyes flickered faintly.
"The Erudition?" Yao Guang found this answer somewhat unexpected. "But there have been no new Geniuses born recently."
If The Erudition was indeed capable of influencing an entire Destiny, then, in Yao Guang's assessment, the most probable scenario was the emergence of Genius Society Member #85.
"Perhaps it was not a sudden, astonishing emergence, but rather something that had been dormant for a prolonged period." Huaiyan's words carried a deeper meaning.
Upon hearing this, Yao Guang's brow furrowed slightly. A 'sudden, astonishing emergence' naturally referred to the birth of a Genius; indeed, there was no Genius who did not emerge in such a manner. However, since Huaiyan had negated that possibility, it implied otherwise.
Dormant for a prolonged period, long dormant...
"Are you referring to the Lord Ravager, Iron Tomb?" Yao Guang immediately thought of an answer that perfectly aligned with those four words. An individual who had been dormant for a prolonged period and also perfectly coincided with The Erudition. She could only conceive of Iron Tomb, who had never yet revealed its true form. All other Lord Ravagers possessed discernible forms; thus, it should be utterly inconceivable for Iron Tomb to lack one.
If it were indeed Iron Tomb, then the possibility of influencing Destiny would certainly exist. Lord Ravagers, the weapons Nanook employed to ignite and consume Destiny. And Iron Tomb, being the Lord Ravager aligned with The Erudition, fully possessed this inherent potential.Leon traveled upstream in the River of Time, the past of every individual laid bare before his eyes.
He saw that these people, these lives, were still there.
The invasion of the Antimatter Legion, the pollution of the homeland by the Denizens of Abundance, the oppression of the Corporation, as well as matters both trifling and great—these were the sources of these people's hatred.
Leon walked forward, step by step.
He saw the most important anchors in these people's lives, and how they had lost them.
At the very end—
He saw the aggregate of these "Causalities"!
It was a creature that could not be clearly described or defined.
To say It had a form would be inaccurate, for the naked eye could not capture It at all.
Only Leon could capture Its silhouette through intuition; in other words, he was the only one who could see It.
"Causality" looked at him.
The living momentum upon Its body was different from that of an "Aeon," yet it held a similar marvel, as if telling Leon:
—Even if he possessed skills as vast as the heavens, he might not necessarily be able to withstand everything.
Could he, one man, bear the entirety of the karma and hatred of all these living beings upon himself?
Can you... really do it?
Leon took the long bow from his shoulder. The causality that had clustered into the form of the creature before him gradually converged toward The Hunt.
"Still trying to bark at me here."
He raised his bow, the sight centered directly on the invisible creature.
"I said I'm going to rewrite the story. Are you a Salted Shrimp, or an Erdolong!"
"Causality" surged toward Leon.
He didn't care what It was; no matter how massive the causality, he would shoulder it all alone.
With "The Hunt" and "Terminus" in his possession.
He had the absolute confidence to resolve everything.
The former was responsible for slaughter, the latter for change.
There was just one part that was a bit tricky.
Matters changed by "Terminus" left him with nothing to use as cover; they were easily noticed and would attract scholars to come and study them or something.
"Herta" was fine.
Because it was just her alone, and the scope of influence wasn't large.
If she didn't show her face, no one would know there was an extra Herta. Even if she did, the chance of being treated as a puppet was high.
But this time was different. The causality involved this time was a bit too much; there would likely be significant impacts both inside and out. It would be a bit hard to handle then.
Just as Leon was thinking this, he suddenly felt a glance.
By the time he realized it, the "The Enigmata" Aeon had already appeared before him.
—"Mythus" cast a glance his way, granting the blessing of Their Path.
This was truly someone passing a pillow just as he was dozing off.
With the assistance of "The Enigmata," Leon could undoubtedly veil everything.
When it came to the niche of 'Fabricating History,' he now had absolutely no worries for the future.
However, there was a question: why would "Mythus" cast Their gaze upon him?
Leon thought about it carefully; there had actually been some omens.
Previously, when he ascended to the divine seat of "Fuli," Mythus had specifically looked at him once. Compared to the pure scrutiny of other Aeons, that look of Theirs was a bit different.
According to Fictiology records, before Mythus became a god, He wore a rubber band and tricked Fuli into believing it was 'ultra-thin.' In the end, Mythus was successfully born in a mysterious form, solely to cover up the fact that He hadn't worn one.
In other words, it might have been out of respect for "Fuli."
Plus, his behavior actually fit the standards of "The Enigmata" quite well.
He liked to go around randomly fabricating history; he just enjoyed that sort of thing.
Who else wants to tell a story?
Regardless, if it's given, take it. Leon got it by his own ability!
Why shouldn't he want it!
"Remembrance," "The Hunt," "The Enigmata," "Terminus."
Paths related to timelines and causality—Leon already had three of the four.
As for "Remembrance," he probably couldn't obtain it personally.
Of the eighteen Paths, looking at it now, "The Propagation" and "The Voracity" were not ones humans could tread upon; mostly, only beasts could tread upon those two Paths.
And among the remaining sixteen Paths, no cap, "Remembrance" had the highest threshold.
For other Paths, as long as you had the corresponding philosophy, that was enough; nothing else was needed, and you would tread upon them autonomously. Only "Remembrance" required a Memokeeper to induce and push.
Unless one was a natural born "Immaculatus."
Otherwise, ordinary people could only tread upon the Path through the medium of a Memokeeper.
Aside from that, there was no second road to walk.
"Fuli" wasn't even there, so expecting Him to award an "Emanator" status was nonsense. Remembrance "Emanators" were all gifted individuals, and Leon obviously wasn't one.
Of course, if March 7th or Cyrene became a god later, perhaps he would be one then. But by that time, he probably wouldn't even value a tiny Emanator title.
If he really needed to use "Remembrance."
Leon could still borrow it from two people, so whether he himself was on the Path of "Remembrance" wasn't important. When in need, he would just take out a loan directly!
Pew!
The arrow was loosed!
"Causality" struck "Causality," and the two identical things canceled each other out!
The Antimatter Legion, the Denizens of Abundance, or other natural disasters—everything contained within "Causality" was shot dead by his single arrow!
The creature standing before Leon dispersed, its presence gone. He shouldered everything that had converged to form It, and the farce drew to a close right there.
Leon exhaled, regaining his senses after a moment.
Those people who had been lying on the ground in a long slumber previously now groggily opened their eyes.
"Is your body uncomfortable anywhere?"
Firefly saw the people waking up and hurriedly went forward to ask.
"It seems... I had a dream..."
The people shook their heads in unison, tears of a tragedy made whole flowing involuntarily from the corners of their eyes.
"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay."
Firefly breathed a sigh of relief.
She still had many unknown areas regarding this galaxy; for instance, she had no idea what a Stellaron was.
Whether the influence it brought would have aftereffects, she didn't know either, hence she was a bit worried.
Firefly cast her gaze backward; Leon was in the middle of re-slinging his bow over his shoulder.
She smiled at him.
As if saying, 'It's so good that everything is safe and sound.' Each performed their duties, both made sacrifices, and just like that, the matter of Humboldt was successfully resolved.
"Those with homes, go home."
Leon said to everyone present, "Those without homes, go find the things you are concerned about. Whether it's people or a home, I've sorted it all out for you."
The tragedies in their lives, he had modified them all.
Be it those who had died, or their fallen homelands, he had saved them all.
With "The Enigmata" present, it wouldn't cause any commotion either.
"What does this mean...?"
Ginevra was slightly stunned.
"You can go back and see your mom and dad."
Leon glanced at her.
According to the situation he saw, her hometown had fallen under the attack of the Antimatter Legion.
Through "The Hunt," the arrows went to the past to kill the enemy.
Through "Terminus," the changes he made were realized.
Through "The Enigmata," the feedback reality was veiled.
In this world, apart from Leon.
No one could do such a thing, and even more so, no one would be willing to do such a thing for them.
Only Leon alone was willing to expend such great effort to do this kind of thing for people like them.
Ginevra stayed frozen in place.
"Great Lord of the Blue Sky!"
But her eldest brother had already kneeled down first.
Ginevra only then noticed that her second brother's right arm had returned unknowingly.
This undoubtedly proved the truth of Leon's words!
"Great Lord of the Blue Sky!"
Her eyes grew a bit wet.
"Great Lord of the Blue Sky!"
Her eyes grew wet, and she knelt down closely following him.
"Great Lord of the Blue Sky!"
The saved crowd, upon hearing this and regaining their senses, hurriedly knelt and kowtowed to him, shouting passionately.
"Stand up, no kneeling allowed."
Leon told them to get up sharply; Galaxy Rangers didn't save people thinking of repayment.
"The kindness of the Galaxy Ranger can never be repaid!"
After standing up, they wept bitterly, raising their hands high, jumping up and down, not letting go of even a sliver of an opportunity to express gratitude to Leon.
"For people of your level, I won't be handling the after-sales service."
Leon waved his hand, turning to leave.
To be honest, traveling with him wasn't much of a sightseeing tour; he had always been about getting things done cleanly and efficiently.
After reclaiming the "Stellaron," there were no other tasks.
Unless his travel companion actively requested it, he wouldn't specifically go to experience any local customs and practices.
"You must take good care of your body, okay?"
Firefly was holding the double-eyelided X, sticking out her tongue at the little Ikka who was half-dead from overdrafting.
She caught up with his departing footsteps.
"Leon really is omnipotent, isn't he?"
Firefly chimed in, smiling very gently.
"Tell me something everyone doesn't know."
Leon accepted her praise; he was never humble.
A Stat Monster's life is meant to be spent living within the laudatory expressions of "Yin," "Clear Eyes," "Wheelchair," and "Too Much Micro."
He truly envied those Medium Cups. Not only did they strive with all their might just to be slotted into a team, but when fast-forwarding to the 'Who still has dreams' segment, they even had a talent named 'Hard Work.'
"Is following me boring?"
Leon glanced at her and asked, "This trip shouldn't really count as a trip, right?"
It was just purely going out on a mission.
Because for him, that's what it was. He had no interest in idling around.
Reclaim the "Stellaron" early, finish the matter early.
Leon scanned the surroundings once.
This place didn't seem to have any good spots to stroll around either; to go strolling, it should at least be a proper civilization.
Quatracony, or like the Xianzhou—industrial ruins like this were better left alone.
"It's okay, this is also the duty of a Nameless, isn't it?"
Firefly shook her head.
"Traveling or whatever, it's actually not that important."
"Having stayed in Amphoreus for a long time, just looking at the scenery outside makes one feel refreshed and happy."
"For me, if I can use the joy of this journey to exchange for saving one more life."
She smiled and said, "Then I should be very willing."
"Let's wait and see if the Xianzhou has any events."
If she wanted to play, it was better to count on some events.
The Astral Express's duty was Trailblaze, but the duty Leon was responsible for was reclaiming Stellarons.
However, aside from that, there was no peaceful ground.
The two walked and chatted, leaving just like that, and soon returned to the train.
Later, the Corporation received the corresponding report.
Humboldt had been swept by a Stellaron disaster, but not long after the sweep, it was successfully resolved by someone, and the person who resolved this disaster was Leon.
The Corporation's higher-ups received this report and were so scared their eyeballs almost popped out.
After being tortured by Louis Fleming, their own company's founder.
The Interastral Peace Corporation formally announced the news of defeat, fully ceasing hostilities with Leon, and secretly made a firm resolution to absolutely never provoke this Galaxy Ranger lightly again.
The Corporation had already begun to clean up its own mess.
They originally thought the intersection with Leon would smoothly end here, but looking at the report today, the sky had collapsed.
The Corporation hastily dispatched people to Humboldt.
Not only did they immediately start rectification, but they also made a quite serious guarantee within the galaxy broadcast that such a thing would absolutely not happen a second time.
One could know with their toes who this was specifically said for.
Many factions hadn't expected the Corporation to be subservient to Leon to this degree.
Without a doubt, under such a solemn guarantee.
An environment like Humboldt's would be hard to produce a second time in the future. Of course, the Corporation didn't know it was wrong; it knew it was going to die.
At least during the time Leon was still alive, aside from Path lunatics like the Denizens of Abundance and the Antimatter Legion.
With his Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, the big factions with face and status basically dared not mess around anymore.
The environment of the galaxy should be much better in the future, which was a huge blessing for ordinary people.
...
Xianzhou Alliance.
"The Corporation has formally abandoned the war."
Yao Guang said that to her Marshal, her words also carrying quite a bit of surprise regarding this.
"I didn't expect them to give up so decisively."
Everyone thought the Corporation would only suffer a loss from Leon once, and would absolutely not tolerate a second loss.
Following the normal flow of development, the chances of Leon visiting Pier Point a second time were large.
As a result, who would have thought—who would have thought.
To avoid this process, the Corporation directly surrendered and slid to its knees beyond everyone's expectations. This was something that hadn't happened for many Amber Eras.
'Your subjects wish to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?'
What kind of matter exactly could make the Corporation's attitude take such a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn?
Yao Guang was very curious.
With this attitude, saying Leon could stand on the Corporation's head and shit freely would not be a problem at all.
"I sensed a fluctuation of 'Fate' earlier."
To this, Hua only gave a speculative answer.
"'Fate' fluctuation?"
Within the vast galaxy, only the Xianzhou Alliance had completely obtained the rights to open "Fate."
Lan was very generous to them, and this was also the foundation of their standing.
And Hua was the person who controlled fate on behalf of "Lan"; it wasn't strange that she could perceive it.
"Which 'Fate'?"
To be able to influence an entire fate meant that some faction had produced a figure on the same level as the Xianzhou.
"'Knowledge'." Hua's eyes flashed slightly.
"'Knowledge'?"
Hyacine heard this answer and was a bit unexpected.
"But no new genius has been born recently."
If it was "Knowledge" influencing the entire fate.
Then in Hyacine's view, the possibility of Genius Club #85 being born was greater.
"Perhaps, it is not an overnight sensation, but someone who has been dormant for a long time."
Hua's words carried hidden meaning.
Hyacine frowned slightly upon hearing this.
An overnight sensation naturally referred to the birth of a genius; there was no genius who wasn't an overnight sensation.
However, since Hua denied it, then it meant it wasn't.
Dormant for a long time, dormant for a long time...
"Are you saying, the Lord Ravager Iron Tomb?"
Hyacine thought of the answer that fit these words.
Dormant for a long time, and a person who happened to coincide with "Knowledge."
She could only think of Iron Tomb, who had never revealed his true body.
Other Lord Ravagers had forms; he absolutely shouldn't be without one.
If it was Iron Tomb, then there was indeed a possibility of influencing fate.
Lord Ravager, the weapon Nanook used to burn fate.
And Iron Tomb happened to be the Lord Ravager corresponding to Knowledge; He completely possessed this potential.
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