Chapter 167: Is The High-Dimensional Overseer Just a Giant Salted Fish?

Chapter 167: Is The High-Dimensional Overseer Just a Giant Salted Fish?

In the dead of night, all was silent.

Fors, pretending to be sound asleep, carefully got out of bed. After confirming that Hugh was already resting, he returned to his room, closed the doors and windows, and began to pray.

"Master of chaos and order."

"Origin of all rules in the starry sky."

"The one who returns the stars to their places."

…

About ten minutes later, a rift of the Milky Way was once again drawn on the ceiling, filled with twinkling stars, dazzling and bright.

Every time he saw this patch of starry sky, Fors couldn't help but marvel at its beauty, the place where the stars resided.

"Is this what the divine realm depicted in mythological stories looks like?"

"What is it?"

With a faint voice descending, Fors put away his distractions and began to report on matters concerning the Fool and the followers of the stars.

In the Hall of Stars, Hasta, who was originally in a drowsy state, was jolted awake by the appearance of an apostle of the stars.

He had only two followers in total. Bernadette was still far away in the Southern Continent, not in Backlund, leaving only Fors as the sole follower of the stars in all of Backlund.

The follower of the stars pursued by the Night Watcher squad was definitely a fake, probably some extraordinary person trying to fish in troubled waters.

"That's a trap, no need to pay attention to it."

After some thought, Hasturdecided to give Fors a reminder to avoid her accidentally getting involved in this matter.

"Are there any new instructions from the stars regarding the Fool?"

Hasta, recalling his own experiences, said lightly, "You can try praying at midnight."

"I will heed the guidance of the stars!"

Hasturcut off contact with Fors and retracted the patch of starry sky.

He felt that he should remind Fors not to wait until late at night to pray every time; she could do it a bit earlier, like around eleven o'clock.

But then he thought that the stars shone brightest at night, and he extinguished the idea of correcting Fors.

He just hoped that after Fors went to the Source Fortress and became a member of the Tarot Club, she would disturb him less at night.

It was really annoying to be woken up suddenly when one was sleeping soundly.

Let Mr. Fool experience this feeling more.

With Fors's disturbance, Hasturcouldn't sleep for a while, so he turned his gaze to the star whereThe High-Dimensional Overseer resided.

These days,The High-Dimensional Overseer had been strolling along the seaside. Except for occasionally using his extraordinary ability to traverse time and space to hurry on his way, he was no different from ordinary people in other aspects.

At the moment, he seemed to have come to a port, squatting on the shore, admiring the fishing boats that went out to sea under the moonlight, forming twinkling stars in the night.

Could it be thatThe High-Dimensional Overseer wanted to go out to sea?

Hasturactually hoped thatThe High-Dimensional Overseer would go to the sea. There was enough space there, far enough from Backlund, and it would also allow him to appreciate the charm of the sea.

After observing this incarnation of the high-dimensional observer, Hasturturned his gaze to another small light point. The pair of white crystal eyeballs still hung high in the chaotic clouds, like a gem set in the deep sky.

Hasturthought to himself that it would be better if the Lord of the Storm noticed it and struck down a few thunderbolts to shatter this white crystal eyeball, rather than letting it hang in the sky all the time.

As he thought this, a patch of black clouds suddenly gathered near the white crystal eyeballs, like ink staining.

Inside the black clouds, lightning and thunder raged, and purple thunderbolts occasionally darted out, like a giant python quietly poking its head out to watch.

This was definitely not a normal natural phenomenon!

Could it be that the Lord of the Storm really noticed these white crystal eyeballs?

Hasturwas invigorated, his sleepiness completely gone, and he zoomed in his view to feel the ferocity of the storm more directly.

If he had some popcorn, the viewing experience would definitely be elevated to another level.

The white crystal eyeball sensed danger and tried to turn into a stream of light to flee, but a black curtain enveloped it, seemingly cutting off the surrounding space.

The long-brewing thunder, now finally accumulating enough power, released a pure white lightning bolt that illuminated the entire night sky! That was lightning condensed to the extreme!

Boom!

A heavy muffled thunder rolled across the sky, waking up anyone who was sleeping soundly, startled by the sudden explosive thunder.

The white crystal eyeball was severely damaged, its flawless surface covered with dense cracks, but it ultimately did not shatter completely.

And it took advantage of the strike of lightning, turning into a meteor falling from the sky to the ground.

Leaving only a pure white crack drawn by the lightning in the sky.

"Tsk, the Lord of the Storm had this planned all along."

Hasturwatched with glee, as he also disliked the eyeballs that hung high in the sky.

Now that it was struck down by the thunderbolt, even if it didn't shatter completely, its power must have greatly diminished, unable to continue spying on everything from high above.

"The direction in which the white crystal eyeballs fell seems to be towards the Intis Republic."

Hasturwas surprised. The incarnation ofThe High-Dimensional Overseer was not in that direction but was in the area of Entma Port in the Kingdom of Loen. Was it simply unable to control the direction of the fall, or was there another calculation?

After the meteor had completely fallen, Hasturturned his gaze back to the small light point where the incarnation ofThe High-Dimensional Overseer resided.

He had no particular reaction, just looked up for a moment, and then continued to stare at the fishing boats far out at sea.

He didn't care at all, could it be that the pair of white crystal eyeballs didn't mean much to him? Hasturwatched for a while longer and found thatThe High-Dimensional Overseer was quite calm, not caring about what happened high above at all.

Perhaps for him, all this was just a somewhat novel experience, nothing more.

Hasturwould ratherThe High-Dimensional Overseer have some reaction than this indifferent attitude.

Generally, those who can maintain an indifferent attitude towards everything either have a strong inner world or are purely lying flat and giving up.

The high-dimensional observer shouldn't be the latter, right?

Hastur Paused for a moment, his expression strange.

From the timeThe High-Dimensional Overseer descended his incarnation to now, when the white crystal eyeballs were struck down from the sky by the Lord of the Storm, he seemed to have never really cared.

He wouldn't get as angry as the genie, nor would he make a domineering statement like the super-star overlord, nor was he as unpredictable as the Mother Tree of Desire.

"Could it be thatThe High-Dimensional Overseer is really just a giant salted fish?"

Hasturtried to think about it. When Fors became a powerful being comparable to an outer god, what would she do? …It seemed that she could really overlap with the shadow of the high-dimensional observer.

"If only it were so."

Hasturthought for a while, then gave up guessing the thoughts ofThe High-Dimensional Overseer and turned to think about the Lord of the Storm's actions tonight.

From the Lord of the Storm's move to the end, it was just a few breaths.

This indicated that tonight's action had been planned long ago.

But why did it happen to let him see it?

Just a simple coincidence?

Or was there another reason? He hadn't been waiting for the Lord of the Storm to strike down the white crystal eyeballs with thunderbolts until tonight; it just so happened that he witnessed this scene.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it. With the temperament of the Lord of the Storm, he didn't act before simply because he wasn't ready."

Hastur thought for a while longer, then left the Hall of Stars.

…

In the hospital, on the bed, Will leaned against the pillow, skillfully folding sheets of white paper into origami cranes.

His left leg was wrapped in white bandages, and the kind nurse even tied a butterfly knot for him.

His surgery went smoothly, and he didn't die due to a failed operation. His left leg was also healed and preserved. He only needed to recuperate in the hospital for about half a month before he could be discharged.

"My fate has really changed, and that feeling is getting stronger and stronger. The destiny that belongs to me has finally come to Backlund."

"Should I find a way to establish a connection with him above fate, or should I let everything take its natural course?"

"Fate is unpredictable. If I keep forcing it, will it actually lead to a completely different path?"

Will folded the origami cranes while pondering all the possible scenarios in his mind.

After a while, a young doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked through the door.

Will looked up and smiled sweetly.

Dr. Allen, the chief surgeon for his operation.

According to his original plan, he would become Dr. Allen's son after his own surgery failed.

But now, his surgery was successful, and naturally, he couldn't be reborn as Dr. Allen's son. The potential destiny had been changed by him.

Dr. Allen checked Will's physical condition and said happily, "Will, you look very good, and your body is recovering well. I believe it won't be long before you can be discharged healthy and well."

"Thank you for your concern, Dr. Allen."

Will thought for a moment and said, "Dr. Allen is very lucky, sure to have a smart and filial son."

"How do you know I'm about to become a father?" Dr. Allen looked at Will in surprise, not recalling having mentioned this.

Will's smile was radiant, "I heard it from the nurse."

Dr. Allen bent down slightly, patted Will's head with a smile, and said, "If my future child could be as well-behaved and adorable as you, that would be wonderful."

"Here, Dr. Allen, this is my blessing for you."

Will handed over an origami crane he had folded.

"Will, thank you for your blessing."

Dr. Allen took the origami crane and left the ward under Will's gaze.

(End of Chapter)