Chapter 1800 - 162: Her Prophecy (3)

"The Moon Princess said that destiny is actually a knot of cause and effect; it doesn’t mean it will definitely happen, but rather it’s a possibility. Perhaps the prophecy the Phoenix saw was just a manifestation of one possibility, and maybe what you saw were different scenes of different possibilities, which is why you could see so many scenes. The power of Anibatos, to be precise, is just a corresponding authority. Although I don’t know its name..."

As Fisher was speaking, he suddenly stopped. In his mind, like an explosion, flashed the words spoken by the Chaos Species when they met him. They said,

"And you are the most precious existence among us, giving shape to the soul, shaping the Sea of Souls; the authority, ceasing their mutual rejection, reveals their true names..."

He had known before about his uniqueness, such as his ability to read more than one Completion Manual and to use them to lock onto the source of chaos, calming the chaos injected by Him into this world (soul). Even the plan to solve the assassination was based on this, deciding to let chaos descend and then swallow them all as in the Demon Dynasty.

By doing so, he could lock onto the source of chaos and confront it directly within himself, although, as Helair reminded him, sealing the chaos in the soul last time may have been just his luck, and the next time might not yield such a good result.

But he had resolved that if things didn’t work out, he’d choose to end himself, allowing the chaos to depart from its original carrier and be obliterated, just like those holders of the Completion Manual who perished.

In this way, the accumulated chaos of the Completion Manual would reset and scatter back to the world anew; the chaos of death would depart from Elizabeth, Dalasgon would survive, and although there would still be a calamity, it was the best choice he could make.

Yet Valentina’s words suddenly made him connect his uniqueness to the aspect of authority.

If his ability to read multiple Completion Manuals stemmed from "the cessation of rejection between authorities," then where does the revelation of "the true names and natures of the authorities" manifest?

If this uniqueness was something he could control, then did he have any way to work with the foreign deities’ authorities, directly bypass these superficial chaotic creations, and strike at their authority?

This might seem too fanciful; the chaos exists beyond the world and possesses its own consciousness, making it impossible for him to touch or manipulate. Otherwise, he would not have had to face life and death when struggling against the chaos of the soul.

He now thinks he might have survived back then because the master of the soul let him.

But, those Outer Gods being off-limits, and the deities battling at the boundary of the scarlet mist aren’t an option either...

So, what about Dalasgon, now utterly unconscious and unable to resist?

Fisher suddenly took a deep breath, looking at Valentina in front of him, and was so excited his heart almost stopped.

"You, you, you, Fisher, what’s wrong with you? Suddenly..."

"Valentina, you truly are my dear wife, Valentina, you’re amazing!"

Fisher was so excited that he was tongue-tied. Originally, he was at a dead end, ready to gamble with his life, so in the gap, his tone with the Cardinal of Destiny was like a farewell.

But at this moment, Valentina’s prophecy suddenly presented Fisher with another possible way out.

Suddenly, he hugged Valentina in front of him fiercely, burying his head deeply in her embrace,

"Valentina, thank you so much, you’re simply this world’s greatest benefactor!"

The next second, Fisher suddenly turned her over, letting her collapse softly onto the bed.

"Hey, hey, hey, Fisher, why are you... Benefactor and everything, wait a minute! Don’t undress me yet, is this your way of repaying a benefactor... Ugh! Didn’t we agree on tonight... Ah, I’m ignoring you, you... sob... Fisher!"

But at this moment, Valentina, who was still clueless about what method Fisher had realized, could no longer stop his excitement.

Within this wutong tree blanketed by snow, under the dark sky filled with swirling scarlet mist, the atmosphere inside the room grew particularly heated.

Well, although it seems vastly different from the serious scholar’s research Fisher claimed, digging a little deeper certainly can’t be wrong.

If anything, it seems a bit too deep.