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[Kauslana lowered his eyes in thought. Upon hearing this rule, images of fighting alongside his comrades in previous reincarnations suddenly flashed through his mind.]
"It's good to have experience. Be quick-witted, and you'll be fine."
Heather nodded slightly, offering him a word of advice.
"Star: Why abolish such a good etiquette?"
"Xing: When I arrive at Onphalus, I will definitely restore the old system."
"Danheng: March, are you sure you're not going to stop them?"
March 7th: I did my best.
"Sai Fei: Although I haven't seen Hui Zi, I've gotten used to Hui Zi's epilepsy by now."
Tibo: Little White must be talking about a butterfly, right?
"Xia Die: ...Yes, you know my situation..."
Halfway through her journey, Heather suddenly stopped.
In the shadows ahead, two figures stood still: one tall and elegant, her golden robes draped gently in the breeze; the other petite and lovely, her gaze sweeping timidly over.
"Golden Weaver 'Aglaia' and Hostage 'Tibo,' you've been waiting."
[Haiser's voice was flat and emotionless.]
"It's you guys..."
A sigh escaped Caislan's throat, his brow furrowing slightly—in the dust of this unfamiliar era, to encounter two familiar faces brought a touch of warmth to his very breath.
"You know them? That makes things easier."
Heather stepped aside, saying no more, thus saving the trouble of introductions.
"Before that, I was more curious about something else: Where is Her Majesty Cerudela?"
[Karslana, speaking calmly, cuts straight to the point, unwilling to waste a single moment on irrelevant matters.]
"To avoid any misunderstanding, Nameless Swordsman: Although we've had a pleasant journey, I've never said you had the right to see her."
[Haiser's tone abruptly changed, a cold glint appearing in her eyes.]
[“Caesar decreed: ‘A messianic figure will not appear in this age; beware of those who are suspicious.’”]
"Come on, you two, let's do what we have to do."
She glanced sideways at Aglaia and Tibo, giving them a meaningful look.
March 7th: Huh? A fight's about to break out!
Fireworks: It's time for my favorite part again, hehe.
"Bai'er: That's true... From their perspective, my appearance is indeed suspicious."
"Xing: Go, Bai E, let them see how powerful the reborn invincible protagonist is."
Silver Wolf: Instead of spending your time reading novels, you might as well play a couple of games with me.
Ling Sha: However... I have a question. Why is she called... a hostage?
"Su Chang: Indeed, hostage...it's probably not a good term in the culture of the Immortal Ship, is it?"
Gui Naifen: Why does it seem like Changchang is getting smarter and smarter?
"Feng Jin: Because Teacher Tibo is very important."
Tibbo: Everyone is important.
"Ah...it was a trap."
[Kauslan responded softly, his aura remaining calm, as if this sudden turn of events was entirely within his expectations, causing not the slightest ripple.]
"I had no intention of fighting. So please remember, Lady Heather: if my sword becomes dull because of compassion..."
His gaze swept over the two people beside him, his voice trailing off softly.
"Don't thank me—thank them instead."
Aglaia paused slightly, and Tibo also stopped fiddling with her hair. The two exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering.
From the tone of his voice, one instantly understands that the "compassion" the white-haired swordsman spoke of stemmed from their actions.
Silver Wolf: Are we really going to fight? What's the difference between this and encountering a max-level player in the newbie village?
"Star: White Calamity: I thought it was a speed bump. We're all trying to save the world."
"Yanqing: Lord Bai'e's strength is extraordinary and his swordsmanship is superb. I believe the outcome of this battle will be decided very soon."
"Wan Di: Hmph, I don't want to say much to others, but if one day you say these things to me, see how I deal with you."
Bai E: I understand. If it were a sparring match with you, I would give it my all.
"The Fire-Stealing Traveler: ......"
Tibo: Is this really how it is...?
"Tinin: Maybe... that's why Little Black doesn't want to talk to us."
"No, you've misunderstood."
Tibo's voice was as light as snowflakes falling on fabric, with a touch of gentle urgency as she softly explained:
"We don't want to see the Golden Generation hurt each other. Just a little time, let us ask you a few questions."
"Then, Meneta's 'golden thread' will make its judgment, declaring your fate."
Aglaia took over the conversation, her tone deep and resolute, the hem of her golden robe remaining perfectly still in the wind.
Even though she hasn't been worn down by a thousand years into the romantic demigod of later generations, the humanity in her eyes remains vibrant. However, when dealing with suspicious people, that ingrained suspicion and wariness has long become an indelible habit.
"...As you see fit."
[Karslana lowered his eyes and agreed, but the coldness around him lessened somewhat.]
"White-haired swordsman, if what you say is true, then you must have a deep understanding of the fate of the world—"
Tibo looked up, a hint of probing in her eyes, and asked softly, "..."
"So, how much do you know about the prophecies we read in the oracles?"
【“…”】
The air was still for a moment, broken only by the soft rustling of dust particles carried by the wind through the hem of clothing.
After a moment of silence, Caiuslana finally spoke, his voice low and clear, each word striking everyone's ears—it was Tibo's prophecy, and also her inescapable fate:
"You will shatter into a thousand pieces, withering in the soil of a foreign land."
He looked up at Tibo, his voice soft and gentle at the end:
"Is that right, Ms. Tibo?"
These words struck like a thunderbolt.
The secret prophecy, which should have been known only to Tibo, was uttered by this swordsman from an unfamiliar era. Her gentle smile froze instantly, her pupils contracted, and astonishment washed over her, even her lips trembling slightly.
【"this……"】
Aglaia abruptly turned to look at Tibo, her voice filled with disbelief, her hands clenching unconsciously beneath her gold-embroidered sleeves.
"How is that possible...?"
Tibo murmured softly, her steps faltering slightly, as if all her strength had been drained away, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.
"Was he right?"
[Haiserin suddenly turned around, her brows furrowed, her gaze towards Tibo filled with doubt and surprise.]
【"yes."】
Tibo's voice was somewhat unsteady; she paused for a moment before continuing,
[“It can be predicted that his appearance was never mentioned, at least... he doesn't belong to this era.”]
......
The black swan then slowly spoke:
"What wonderful memories will be created when a savior from a bygone era merges with a hero of the past...?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she wasn't the only one in the carriage, nor was she a girl as easily fooled as Xing and March 7th.
"Miss Black Swan is in a great mood."
Toppa then came to her side with a smile.
"got used to."
"I understand, it's an occupational hazard, I sometimes make the same mistake."
At this moment, outside the train, in the starry sky.
Jiang Lin stood quietly in the void, watching the Star Train leave his sight.
"No need to hide anymore... Lord Annihilation - Burning Wind!"
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Seeing the confusion in Tibo's eyes, Caislana stepped forward and explained in a serious tone.
"You must listen to me, Aglaia, Teacher Tibo: The 'White Calamity' of this world has not yet been born. In the distant future, he will appear before you, guided by divine decree—"
He paused slightly, then suddenly emphasized his words, his sharp gaze sweeping over the two of them.
"Don't go looking for him—because 'Recreation' is a complete scam."
After saying this, he slowly shook his head, his brows furrowed with a mixture of helplessness and determination.
"I will tell you everything truthfully, and you will surely understand why humanity must abandon divine pronouncements and find another path of 're-creation'..."
His voice softened, and his gaze fell on Tibo and Aglaia, filled with an indescribable trust.
"Because I believe: no matter how history changes, the people I know—"
He paused for half a second, took a deep breath, and spoke clearly and solemnly: