socalfunplaces Chapter 315, Section 314: The Unalterable Past
Chapter 315, Section 314: The Unalterable Past
Chapter 315, Section 314: The Unalterable Past
have to say.
Ian's idea was indeed correct. None of the things in the room belonged to this world. If the female Titan Lyle was not a transmigrator, then the transmigrator could only be the person who taught the female Titan all of this—which now seems to be Raven. And there must be a close relationship between Raven and the female Titan Lyle.
If not.
Female Titan Lyle would never have received such thorough "transmigration" education, and she would never have become the fat otaku she is now—well, not fat, but she certainly looks like a complete otaku.
This was completely different from the Titans Ian had seen before, not only in terms of size but also in their minds. As such, it was only natural that this guy would be expelled from the Titans' group.
after all.
Having not grown up receiving the education of the Titans, she naturally could not integrate into their mindset—perhaps she was the only one who had truly come into contact with the Ravens and thus foresaw their existence.
Well, this is ultimately the world of Harry Potter. Judging from the way prophets exist in this world, a prophet can only foresee what they want to see and what is closely related to them. Even though Tantalus is a being at the level of an Earth creator, her power is ultimately subject to these rules.
The abilities of later human prophets originated from ancient times. Although it is unknown whether they were inherited by Claire, even if they were created by their creations, they must follow a reference point. The abilities of the creator and human wizards should not be too different.
The thought of the Titans' abilities brought back Ian's previous doubts. He looked through the paintings, deeply shocked, and couldn't help but ask a question.
"You can do all of this by yourself? Do you have all the abilities of the Titans?" Ian felt that each Titan must wield different powers and authority.
To create life.
We should at least work together, right?
"That's what prophets are like," Claire said casually, sitting back down on the beanbag chair. "I can learn whatever I want, just by spying." She made a peeking gesture, and her eyes suddenly turned completely purple, with countless tiny runes appearing in her pupils, but they vanished in an instant.
This is clearly just a cover for the "peeping" ability of the prophet. In that case, it is indeed powerful enough to be able to peek into the skills that only the past or future possess at any time.
of course.
If the ability to give life to things can truly be acquired through learning, then the alchemical concept of later generations is clearly not wrong; human wizards can also create their own life forms.
The only thing lacking is skill.
Ian was speechless at Tantalus Lyle's answer. This prophet was indeed far more powerful than any wizard he knew, after all, she was an ancestor of ancestors.
"This craftsmanship shouldn't have much to do with the Titans' immortality. They are connected to the laws of nature, which clearly represents a superior level of life."
Ian thought of this.
He couldn't help but look at the female Tyrannosaurus Rex again.
The starry sky outside the window was deep and dark, while inside the room was warm and quiet. The aroma of roasted eggs wafted from the fireplace, mingling with the scent of burning wood, creating a strange sense of tranquility.
"The Titans' power is rooted in this world. Are you native life forms?" His question was bold, but Claire didn't feel offended.
However, the problem is like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Claire's fingers paused for a moment on the game console. The firelight from the fireplace cast flickering shadows on her face, making her otherwise youthful features appear ancient and mysterious.
"A bold question." She chuckled, showing no sign of offense. "But the answer is simple—no, we are not. We come from the stars."
really.
Just as Ian predicted.
The game console was casually placed aside, and the pixelated islands on the screen stopped changing.
"According to our own records, we came from among the stars and drifted for seven eras aboard the World Ark. Oh, the World Ark is this very place beneath our feet now."
"However, after they found a new home, this place was naturally abandoned by the newcomers. They got tired of it, so in the end, it was just me, the unlucky guy who was kicked out, who benefited."
The female Titan Lyle stretched, her long, silvery-white hair cascading like moonlight onto the beanbag chair. She reached out and pulled a wisp of flame from the fireplace, shaping it into a miniature galaxy at her fingertips.
"When we arrived, we found this planet was dying. Your creator lies beneath the Arctic ice cap; He is not dead, but it is no different from being dead."
"Anyway, we can't wake him up."
Claire spoke as if she had witnessed it herself. She was clearly a Titan born on Earth—which was probably due to her prophetic abilities, allowing her to look back through history and glimpse that past.
Ian looked at her face, a feeling he couldn't quite describe rising within him. He had originally thought the Titans were a continuation of mythology, but it turned out they were remnants of science fiction.
I can tell.
This world is far more complex than he imagined.
"The creator of Earth? What does he/she look like?"
Ian sensed curiosity and immediately pressed for an answer.
The female Tytan Lyle glanced at him, but continued to reply, "His body is more majestic than mountains, his blood is liquid magic, and the authority to create all things flows in his bones."
As he spoke...
The flames in the fireplace suddenly surged, casting eerie shadows on the wall—countless giant figures sat around an even larger body.
A sacred yet terrifying feast was being held.
"The twelve Titans devoured the body of the Creator. We certainly cannot kill such beings, but we have knowledge, and we know how to make the Creator coexist with us."
"The flesh and blood of the Creator are combined with ours and become one with those Titans, so we have the means to establish ourselves and gain supreme authority on this planet."
This is truly something else—to describe eating the Creator in such a grand and lofty way.
"It sounds like sharing food," Ian said bluntly.
Claire didn't deny it; instead, she smiled and said, "In a way, yes. We have absorbed the Creator's legacy and also assumed the Creator's responsibilities."
The female Titan's voice was somewhat deep.
"What do you mean?"
Ian blinked.
"We have gained His power, but we have also inherited His curse." The flames at Claire's fingertips transformed into twelve blurry human figures surrounding a beating heart.
He was ultimately bestowed the title of Titan King.
This is also why the Titan King was so powerful.
"curse?"
Ian leaned forward unconsciously. From a young age, he not only loved telling stories but also listening to them, especially these secrets, which would later prove his extensive knowledge and erudition.
If you want to become a super knowledge master, you have to start collecting knowledge that others don't know from a young age. Whether it's secrets or brain teasers, saying things that others don't know is awesome.
"Yes, a curse."
The female Titan nodded.
The clear cry of a phoenix drifted in from outside, interrupting her narration. Claire tilted her head to listen, then suddenly broke into a sly smile: "Do you know what the most ironic thing is?"
"What?"
Ian continued to be a curious child.
The female Titan Lyle also didn't beat around the bush.
"That dead creator."
She moved closer to Ian.
His breath carried the scent of stardust.
"They look exactly like humans. Yes, those wizards you saw outside, they are life forms created by the Titans in the image of their creator."
"It is precisely because of this that the Titans did not realize that what they did made them relinquish a portion of their power, which is the real reason for the Titans' downfall."
I can tell.
Although Tantalus Lyle lived in this place, she was still very aware of what was happening outside. Her exposure also made Ian realize a problem.
The infinite possibilities of humankind.
Is that precisely because of this?
Because humans are exactly the same as the Creator, they can be considered a continuation of the Creator. In fact, the original humans were the multitude of gods, but the gods clearly went astray in the end. They did not adhere to the path of wizards, so they went against the essence of the Creator, and were eventually overthrown by the later human wizards.
This logic might be a bit convoluted.
The general idea is that the gods were closer to the creator, which is why they defeated the Titans. Later human wizards were even closer to the creator, which is why they were able to defeat the gods.
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"If that's really the case."
Ian felt he had uncovered a shocking secret.
"Is the Creator a wizard? Is this his wizarding kingdom, or perhaps his backyard or something?" He felt this idea was really worth studying.
"I have no idea."
Claire shook her head at this.
"Even prophets can't see everything. The only thing I know is that the raven really wants to become a human, a species I didn't understand at all back then."
"Then this species must have something special about it. I also tried to create some, and you should have seen them." The people that the female Tytan Lyle was talking about must be the predecessors of the Aesir gods on the island.
If that's really the case.
It seems that none of the Titans' human creations could escape the fate of eventually becoming gods—this is not just a coincidence, but a historical inevitability.
Ian couldn't figure it out yet.
but.
Since the other party had mentioned bioalchemy, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Could I ask you some questions about bioalchemy? It might be very useful for my future."
In this regard.
The female Titan did not refuse.
"Of course, no problem, however..."
Claire tilted her head to look at him, then suddenly gave him a mysterious smile: "Those things are complicated. Perhaps... you should go to sleep first? We can talk about it after you wake up?"
"Why should I sleep?" Ian asked, puzzled.
"Because it's almost time for you to go home." Claire pointed out the window, where the sky was undergoing subtle changes, and the positions of the stars were beginning to shift.
Ian then realized something and abruptly stood up: "Wait, could it be that my daytime in this world is actually nighttime on the normal timeline?"
Claire did not respond to his words.
Because only he himself knows that he traveled through time at night, but arrived here during the day, so the daytime he is in here does indeed correspond to the night he should have been experiencing.
A mysterious night.
"I dare not sleep in a place like this. Who knows what strange things you might do to me?" Ian said warily. Of course, he wouldn't easily trust a stranger.
Moreover, this stranger was not of the same race as him.
"You'll go to sleep."
Claire spoke with certainty.
"Um?"
Ian was filled with doubt and uncertainty.
"Because I saw you sleeping." Claire's voice suddenly became ethereal, and her eyes turned completely purple, with countless tiny runes flowing within them.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ian suddenly felt an unprecedented wave of exhaustion wash over him. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, his body swayed uncontrollably, and then he collapsed to the ground, his consciousness rapidly fading. Ian wanted to say something, but suddenly felt an irresistible drowsiness wash over him.
"How did you do that?"
His eyelids grew incredibly heavy, and his vision began to blur. The last thing he saw was Claire picking up the game console again, her fingers lightly tapping the screen.
"I just saw it. Go to sleep, Raven teacher. It's not a bad thing. At most, I'll dress you up as a girl." Her voice seemed to come from a very far away place.
"You'll understand more when you wake up."
Ian's body leaned forward.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, a gentle force supported him, allowing him to slowly lie down on the floor. His breathing became steady and deep.
Consciousness sank into boundless darkness. Claire looked at the sleeping Ian and sighed softly. She put down the game console and walked to the window, gazing at the ever-changing starry sky.
"Time flies," she murmured to herself, her fingers gently tracing the small words engraved on the window frame: To my most idiotic student—Raven.
The phoenix egg in the fireplace gave one last soft crack, fully cooked, and a little life emerged from it, holding a roasted egg, which Claire snatched away and ate.
The little phoenix is expressing its dissatisfaction.
Because those were its growing supplies.
"You need to shrink... A huge phoenix can't be a pet." Golden light filled the room, casting a warm glow over the sleeping Ian.
Goodnight, Raven Teacher.
She said in a low voice.
A faint smile played at the corners of her lips. Outside the window, the phoenix cried out once more, and starlight spilled across the entire floating island, as if gilding it with a dreamlike glow.
at the same time.
Ian awoke in a void.
He felt no gravity, nor could he hear any sound; it was as if the entire world had been stripped of its color and texture. His body floated, surrounded by a blurry gray-white expanse, like an old movie scene shrouded in thick fog. There was no temperature or smell in the air, and even time seemed to have stood still.
It remains a hazy, dreamlike realm.
only.
This time, Ian found himself not only in a new place, but also surrounded by everything in black and white—as if it were an unchangeable past.
(End of this chapter)