Chapter 632: Otto Apocalypse’s New Resurrection Plan!

Schicksal’s current headquarters, Kolosten.

Elias sat elegantly inside the church with one leg crossed over the other, sipping fragrant, steaming black tea. Sitting opposite him was Otto, whose blond hair was, as always, styled into that dangerously wife-stealing hairstyle.

A small white table stood between them, covered with all kinds of delicious pastries. At a glance, the scene resembled nothing more than two elegant young noblemen enjoying afternoon tea together.

Two rows of Valkyries dressed in maid outfits stood on either side of Elias and Otto. Yet beneath those fluffy black-and-white maid uniforms were Schicksal’s latest A-rank Valkyrie battlesuits.

If necessary, they could pull Honkai-powered daggers, greatswords, or even machine guns and heavy cannons straight out from under their skirts at any moment, or simply tear away their maid outfits and enter combat mode.

"Are you satisfied with my hospitality?" Otto asked, swirling the red wine in his glass.

"It’s acceptable. The pastries are good, the black tea is good, and the maids are all very pretty. I just don’t particularly like the weapons hidden beneath their skirts," Elias said indifferently, glancing at the Valkyries.

"Hehe. Please forgive that little detail. In truth, they’re not here because I intend to fight you. I simply require at least some minimum level of security. I hope you can understand."

"...A completely meaningless gesture."

"Indeed."

Otto shrugged and readily admitted it. He turned to look at his Valkyries, then sighed.

They were merely a dozen or so A-rank Valkyries. If the Flame-Chaser of Deliverance sitting before him had any such intention, he could obliterate Kolosten entirely with a single strike.

These elite A-rank Valkyries of Schicksal were certainly skilled when it came to fighting Honkai Beasts, but compared with humanity’s strongest savior, the difference between them was like dust before a god.

Or rather, if Elias decided to kill Otto right now, there was no one in this world capable of stopping him.

Elias: "Forget it. They can stay if they want. At least they’re pleasant to look at."

Otto: "Long live the Savior~ Thank you for your generosity, my old friend."

Elias: "Long live? Are you cursing me? And don’t try acting familiar with me. Since when were we friends? For that matter, does Otto Apocalypse even have any friends left in this world?"

Otto: "Ah, Elias, that’s a rather cruel way to put it... Hmm. Come to think of it, I suppose I really don’t."

The fool wore a slightly awkward expression. Thinking carefully about it, there truly wasn’t anyone in this world he could call a friend. In fact, throughout Otto Apocalypse’s entire five-hundred-year life, the number of friends he’d made could be counted on one hand.

Not that someone like him particularly needed friends.

His gaze once again settled on the white-haired young man before him. They hadn’t seen each other for some time, yet Elias somehow seemed even more unfathomable than before. Otto found it utterly incomprehensible and couldn’t help wondering what the man had experienced this time.

Every single time, Elias managed to make his strength surge forward within an absurdly short period, reaching heights ordinary people could scarcely imagine. Even Ultimate Chimera and someone bearing [Palatinus], both capable of endless evolution and growth, shouldn’t have been capable of progressing at such an exaggerated pace.

And that overwhelming strength was precisely what gave Elias his composure.

Otherwise, there wasn’t anyone else in the world who could casually walk alone into the headquarters of a hostile organization and calmly enjoy afternoon tea. Elias had already concluded that neither the present-day Schicksal nor the present-day Otto Apocalypse posed the slightest threat to him.

He could now decide the fool’s life or death with ease.

Luna’s bubble world had already proven that much.

"I heard you’ve been asking about me constantly lately. What’s this? Have you finally prepared yourself to repent? Planning to turn yourself in and atone for everything you’ve done until now?"

Elias looked at Otto with open amusement.

"Perhaps. But before I repent, I must first bring my lifelong wish to a perfect conclusion. Until then, Otto Apocalypse will not stop. Ahem! Before we get to that, though, allow me to complain for a moment."

As Otto spoke, a bitter, tormented smile appeared on his face.

"For some time now, I’ve been receiving photos and videos from you every single day. You and Kallen... Ahem, Eliana..."

"We’re madly in love. And to tell you the truth, before coming here, I specifically asked Eliana for a kiss. Right here."

"..."

Elias proudly pointed at his left cheek. Long ago, he had rescued the self-aware Kallen Kaslana data construct from St. Freya Academy’s database—or rather, from Schicksal’s database.

After that incident, the data-born girl who’d received a flesh-and-blood body from Elias changed her name to Eliana. The meaning behind that name couldn’t possibly have been any clearer.

It meant "Elias’ Kallen."

Ever since then, Elias had sent Otto affectionate photographs of himself and Eliana every single day, along with videos of their dates. He hadn’t even stopped while adventuring through the Sea of Quanta.

He had deliberately left a puppet possessing part of the Authority of Corruption behind in the Proper World, and its daily task was to send photographs to Otto. By now, the Schicksal Overseer had accumulated an entire album.

Otto genuinely felt so jealous that his very cell walls were separating. The more he looked, the more he wanted to cough up blood, yet if he didn’t look, curiosity tormented him instead.

Elias found the entire situation extremely satisfying.

This counted as one small piece of his revenge.

"All right, back to the point. Otto, did you invite me here because you’ve found a way to resurrect the saintess from five hundred years ago? One that doesn’t rely on the Imaginary Tree?"

Elias narrowed his eyes as he questioned him.

"...As expected, there’s no hiding anything from you, Elias. Yes, I’ve essentially abandoned that plan. After all, I imagine you wouldn’t allow me to carry it out successfully."

Otto sighed and smiled bitterly.

"Of course not. The risk is far too high."

Elias admitted it without the slightest hesitation. As someone who had personally reached the Imaginary Tree in the past, he understood better than most just how terrifying the power of that Tree of Creation truly was.

So long as someone reached it and placed their hand upon the trunk of the Imaginary Tree, they could alter practically anything according to their will. They could cross time and space, reverse time itself, rewrite laws... In other words, they would become virtually omnipotent, equivalent to an all-knowing and all-powerful god.

After all, that was the Imaginary Tree!!

It was the law governing the operation of the universe, the mystery behind the cycle of life, and the place from which all essence and origins took form.

It was the eternal instant, the end and beginning of all things, even the birthplace of every truth and law.

Although only for an extremely brief moment, Elias had indeed once controlled and wielded a fraction of the Imaginary Tree’s Authority.

He had once used the Imaginary Tree to completely erase Honkai from a parallel world. He had used it to cross fifty thousand years of time, glimpse the truths of the world, and even perceive the path toward godhood.

Yet even true gods could be effortlessly erased by the Imaginary Tree. Compared with that kind of power, resurrecting Kallen Kaslana was nothing more than an insignificant trifle.

But Elias would never allow Otto to reach it!

Thus Spoke Apocalypse?

Hehe! Apocalypse won’t be speaking anything!

It was simply insurance against the most unlikely possibility.

What if Otto reached the Imaginary Tree and, besides wishing for a worldline where Kallen Kaslana survived, also decided to wish Elias out of existence as a little act of revenge?

Then no matter how powerful Elias had become, it would still be useless.

To be fair, Elias was now so absurdly durable that even if he stood perfectly still and let someone try to kill him, he still wouldn’t die. He had seriously considered the matter before and eventually concluded that only two things in existence could definitely kill him.

The Imaginary Tree and the Sea of Quanta.

Though considering that both the Imaginary Tree and the Sea of Quanta currently regarded Elias as an incredibly tempting prize, with both supreme existences wanting to pull him into their respective camps to use against their mortal enemy...

Even if Otto wished for Elias to be erased, the Imaginary Tree might not necessarily grant that wish.

But!

(Elias: If I can avoid taking that risk, then I’m avoiding it. Cherish life, safety first. So, Otto, you can forget about ever becoming a Pseudo God in this lifetime, because this Savior refuses to allow it.)

Judging from Otto’s calm demeanor, however, he’d clearly discovered another method to continue his saintess resurrection plan.

Elias folded his arms, genuinely curious.

"All right, let’s hear it, Otto Apocalypse. What exactly are you planning? I know you would never give up on resurrecting Kallen Kaslana. If your new method actually works, then it’ll save me some trouble too."

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