Chapter 54: If One Could Change the Past

"This isn't a false memory, but a real past..."

Although it was incredible, Amanises quickly confirmed that the memory she had just regained was not a fabricated memory forced upon her by someone else, but a genuine part of her past that she had truly experienced.

"Has someone altered history? The Fool? No, that's impossible. Even the Fool cannot truly change a part of history."

Amanises narrowed her eyes. She knew the key to the altered past lay with the child whose information had been erased, but she couldn't recall any details about him.

Logically, Amanises should be highly wary of this unknown being, but in truth, despite her caution, she didn't have a bad feeling about the child in her memory.

"The memory is real, and so are the emotions..." Amanises propped her head up with one hand. She realized her attitude was influenced by the memory, but she also knew the past that had been altered was genuinely experienced. She truly went through all of that, even though she had just now remembered it.

Amanises decided not to deny these real experiences.

However, Amanises' ultimate attitude would depend on what kind of person this unknown entity turned out to be and what his intentions were.

If he had good intentions, Amanises wouldn't mind making a new friend; she already had enough enemies and didn't need to turn potential friends into foes.

But if he had ill intentions, Amanises would not easily yield.

"Hopefully, it's not some Outer Deity... It shouldn't be. If an Outer Deity had the power to directly interfere with the past, they wouldn't still be trapped outside the barrier." Amanises thought, sighing suddenly as a look of nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

"If it's truly possible to change the past..."

Amanises closed her eyes. She didn't reject her current life. In fact, in many ways, she was living better than ever before.

But she still missed the prosperous era, her past, her true homeland, and her family.

"If only..." Amanises murmured, images of her parents' almost faded faces appearing in her mind, only to dissipate quickly.

She opened her eyes, the nostalgia gone, replaced by a determined look.

She wouldn't rely on an unknown entity to change anything. Even if such a miracle were possible in the future, Amanises would continue following her own plans, striving for a future for herself and the world.

As she recalled that long-gone era, Amanises thought of someone who had recently entered her field of vision—someone who seemed to be an old acquaintance.

Reason told her that these two things might not be related, but intuition suggested Amanises might find some clues through that person.

...

Lynn naturally didn't know about the Evernight Goddess' "dream." Even if he did, he wouldn't be too surprised, as this was something Lynn had anticipated long ago. He had even imagined the possible reactions of the deity when he patted the head of the black Demonic Wolf.

Lynn's only possible confusion might be why, despite Pallez remembering the "Angel of Secrets" and 0-08 having memories related to him, the Evernight Goddess' memories of him were in a state of concealment.

Unfortunately, Lynn didn't know.

So, unaware of all this, Lynn happily continued to manage his two identities. His secondary account followed Sasrir, helping to resettle the people of the Land of the Demonic Wolf, experiencing the hardship of a corporate slave at a young age. Fortunately, he had a ready-made helper beside him, which eased his burden considerably.

Meanwhile, his main body, after confirming Beckland was indeed being sent back, completed Klein's commission. After receiving the final payment, he moved back to 16 Minsk Street.

In the dim room, the only light came from the flames in an iron basin. After confirming he wasn't being watched, Lynn hummed a little tune while tearing up the script he had written about the Lord of Storms event, throwing the pages into the fire one by one, watching them burn, turn yellow, and finally turn to ashes.

This scene indeed gave Lynn the aura of a behind-the-scenes mastermind.

After the entire script was burned, Lynn unhurriedly took out a small scroll, reciting an incantation as he used it on the ashes.

This was a scroll from the Darkness Pathway, combined with Lynn's high position, possessing effects like anti-divination and anti-prophecy.

After confirming that even if Klein tried to divine on the grey fog, he likely wouldn't get any useful information, Lynn washed away the ashes with water. Then he took out his little notebook, playing with 0-08 while thinking about his next plan.

The mission of his primary account in the Land of the Demonic Wolf was successfully completed. For the next period, Lynn mainly needed to help Sasrir resettle the people and take the opportunity to spread his faith, so he could stabilize his anchor point as soon as possible.

"If it weren't for Sasrir almost dying from overwork and my own need for believers, I wouldn't be suffering this corporate slave life..." Lynn pouted, determined to avoid similar situations in the future. He also thought of Medici's recent plans.

Because of having a corporate slave supervisor and a burdened older brother, Medici naturally didn't escape the fate of a corporate slave either. However, Medici, deserving of being the future Red Angel, handled numerous tasks without a single complaint.

Medici even proposed to Sasrir that he wanted to find suitable candidates among these humans to train as members of his future legion.

After all, a Weather Warlock without a legion was incomplete.

Just as a Sage needs to read enough knowledge and acquire enough information to become powerful, a Weather Warlock must have subordinates to fully exert their abilities.

Sasrir was surprised but gladly agreed, even offering to help Medici if needed.

Thus, Medici's daily tasks, in addition to his previous responsibilities, included selecting candidates for the legion. As for training the selected members, that would wait until these people were properly settled.

Honestly, the workload made Lynn's eyelids twitch. He was genuinely worried Medici might succumb to exhaustion before Sasrir.

But this time, unlike before, Lynn didn't intend to dissuade Medici.

After all, a Red Angel without his own legion wouldn't be complete.

Having a legion and the faith of its members would be an absolute benefit to Medici, both in terms of strength and anchor points.

(End of the Chapter)