Chapter 1646: Chapter 373: Are You Looking Down on Me, Nero!

In the empty room where the body of the late Silver Moye was placed, Lamias faced Musa and suddenly had a feeling of terror.

It came from the other party who had revealed her origins in one breath.

If you were certain that someone was from the future, what would you do first… Lamias couldn’t think of it all at once.

Perhaps, if it were her, the thing she most wanted to know would probably be the direction of the future—especially everything about her own future.

So, what about Musa?

After knowing all this, how would he treat her?

Lamias couldn’t help but gaze at the girl on the stone bed who was almost identical to herself… just as Musa had said, this girl seemed younger than her, around seventeen or eighteen years old, even younger than the Bronze Satu’el she encountered at the Pegasus Camp before.

Lying on the stone bed was Moye, Musa’s actual sister—she was obviously not.

The same soul… is it the reincarnation of the soul?

Could Moye be her previous existence in this era… and that’s why she managed to return to this time—through the ability of the mansion’s owner, Luo Qiu?

At this moment, Lamias’s mind was in chaos, unable to comprehend everything in front of her.

“Can your silence be assumed to be your acquiescence?” Musa suddenly spoke, “Actually, I was merely speculating, a substantial speculation… So, please tell me, what era are you really from?”

Lamias looked up, hesitated, and suddenly thought of a series of chain reactions—logically, the already happening past cannot be changed. But since she arrived in the past, could her every speech and action already be influencing the future?

“You don’t dare to say, do you?” Musa now spoke calmly, “You fear that if you speak, the future will change, don’t you?”

Does this man possess the ability to see through the mental activities of others?

Lamias was startled deep inside at this moment, and as she looked at Musa again, there was now a true sense of awe.

“Perhaps, the future will not change because of this.” Musa shook his head at this moment, “Because, since you can appear here, it also indicates that no matter what you do here, it has no impact on the you before coming to this era… Only if it’s predetermined and unchangeable could your existence and arrival occur. Even in your era, before your arrival, everything that happened once in my era had already occurred, with your involvement.”

“Are you saying that no matter what I do here, I can’t change the future?” Lamias was stunned, furrowed her brows, and said: “From this point of time, not daring to do anything, regarding the future, is actually… already done?”

“You can understand it that way,” Musa nodded, “Of course, at least for me, it is considered that way… Every era has its limit of knowledge just like primitive people couldn’t comprehend contemporary arithmetic. For me, the mainstream thoughts of this era, the limits of knowledge are the barriers confining me, allowing me only to understand this much.”

Isn’t that already a demon?

Lamias couldn’t help but sigh in her heart, indeed, strong people, genius people, are the same in any era… Lamias couldn’t help but think, if Musa were in the future era of information explosion, wouldn’t his understanding of time and space be even more astonishing.

However…

“Returning to the past doesn’t mean one can change the future… Returning might just be repeating things already happened…” Lamias lowered her head, “I am here because I had been here… Any attempt to change the past is just fantasy…”

“No, I am more inclined to believe, not that you cannot change anything, but that when you could change something, you would stop before altering.” Suddenly Musa’s gaze brightened.

At this moment, Lamias seemed to see the infinite wisdom contained in this man’s eyes, as dazzling as the stars.

“I don’t understand.”

Musa directly sat cross-legged at this moment, yet as he sat, his body simultaneously floated up a bit into mid-air, his gaze gradually growing deep, “You might disappear… When you wish to do something to change the past, it equates to touching the foundation that allows you to appear in the future. Because you move the foundation capable of altering the future for you, you will disappear. I estimate that when you are about to enact a change, you will have such a response… It will urge you to stop, letting you know what should be done and what should not. This is the arrangement of destiny.”

Lamias opened her mouth but had to be shocked by Musa’s point… If, indeed as Musa mentioned, besides herself, were there others capable of returning to past eras, possessing the power to change something, but upon approaching the moment of change, they received enlightenment knowing that their future selves would disappear then…

They would definitely stop!

From Lamias’s own perspective, she isn’t that grand, wanting to change something for the sake of the future while erasing her own existence.

“No.” Lamias suddenly stirred in heart, looking at Musa, clenched her teeth and said, “According to your words, if I do something, altering the future, and touch the foundation upon which I should exist in the future, disappearing from the future, never appearing… then how could I return to the past to make these changes? If I don’t exist in the future, my return to the past likewise doesn’t exist, thus the future wouldn’t change, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t that already a change.” Musa said calmly, “It’s just that you don’t exist, so you don’t know how your future has changed… That, already is the change.”

“I don’t exist, has already changed, I don’t exist, has already changed… But I don’t know, because I don’t exist… I don’t exist…”

Seemingly trapped in a dead-end thinking, Lamias vaguely grasped something, yet always unable to break through the fog in front of her… Musa was right before her, floating, sitting cross-legged, as if a sacred God, deep, requiring reverence.

She felt a sense of fear, instinctively retreating—against all that had happened in this empty room, against the Silver Fighter Moye, who possibly was her past life, everything felt so illusory.

Finally, she retreated to the doorway of the empty room, turned around to leave—but turned, yet stopped again.

She suddenly turned around, staring intently at Musa, took a deep breath and said: “You… You don’t want to know what happens in the future?”

Musa said calmly: “Given that you could return to this era, and you now still exist, it represents that no matter what I learn from you, it cannot change the future… Known or unknown, the outcome is the same, I will choose the unknown.”

“Why?”

“At the very least, my heart still harbors hope for the unknown.” Musa shook his head, his body slowly descending, saying quietly: “Because, I am not a God, just a mortal.”

Lamias bit her teeth, quickly said: “In the future, there is barely any record of this era, at least in the human world, they generally don’t know of Gods… Even if there exists Non-Human and Transcendent powers, they are very few. So, the future might be an era where Gods are absent. Regarding the direction of this Divine War, I likewise am unaware, however, you can…”

She was about to say something but Musa suddenly shook his head.

At the same time, Lamias only felt an unprecedented fear spread throughout her body… She stared horror-stricken at her own hands—hands now gradually fading away.

The words she spoke have already triggered the foundation for her future existence!

Lamias, terrified in her heart, instinctively clamped her lips shut… Her wildly beating heart and nerves invaded by fear were now frantically stopping her from the words she was about to speak.

“I… I can’t speak anymore.” Lamias’s voice began to tremble involuntarily.

Musa seemed to be lost in thought and muttered, “I can only guess about these things… but now it seems that at least this guess is correct. Indeed, can’t change the future, huh…”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.” Lamias took a deep breath, “I don’t even know the real reason why I came here.”

Lamias left, and Musa didn’t stop her.

He stayed alone in the spacious room, gazing silently at the body of his dear sister among the flowers… He stepped forward, gently touched the cheek, still soft despite losing its vitality, and softly said, “At least I know, in the future, you still exist…”

In the last moments before dawn arrived, the Virgo Gold, Sir Musa left this place.

When he departed, he set a fire, and at the moment of dawn, the body of the former Silver Fighter, Crane Constellation’s Moye, also received cremation.

In the Sanctuary’s Goddess Temple, simultaneously, the bell sounded… The ceremony of the new Crane Constellation’s inheritance was about to begin.

….

….

The girl was sitting on a platform high in the Sanctuary’s Goddess Temple.

Her legs swung casually, her hands holding a bowl—a bowl full of food… At this moment, the girl was eating mouthfuls of food while watching the busy figures below.

“Sir Yarn! So you’re here! The ceremony is about to start, please change your clothes now!”

Behind the girl, several maids hurriedly approached—originally they came to bathe and dress this new Silver, Sir Yarn, but during the bath, several pure temple girls blushed and had weak legs, and when they came back to their senses, Sir Yarn was gone.

The frightened temple girls instantly woke up from a certain joyful aftertaste, anxiously searching everywhere.

“I’m thinking about a very serious problem.” Girl [Yarn]… Nero said with a deep expression.

“Sir Yarn?” The temple girls were all stunned.

Nero said solemnly, “How exactly can I go back?”

The temple girls naturally did not know what the new Crane Constellation Silver was talking about… But the ceremony was about to be held, and it was a ceremony personally hosted by the descending goddess, absolutely not to be taken lightly.

Therefore, the girls instantly mustered their courage and walked up to Sir [Yarn], directly lifting her and dragging her back to the temple.

Nero did not resist… She recalled that being dragged like this had already been a long time ago—back then she was still a member of Michael Club, undergoing non-human training to become fighters, often beaten half to death and then dragged away for cleanup.

If she could be saved, she would wake up in the medical room; if not, she would probably end up either in the cremation furnace or turned into fresh meat for the club to develop new Prometheus species.

“I don’t like being dragged, really,” Nero suddenly said.

“Sir Yarn, stop fooling around! Go change clothes quickly! Otherwise, the chief priest will blame us!” the girl hurriedly said.

“Really, I’ll kill you all okay?”

“Ah—!”

The girls screamed miserably, only feeling a terrifying panic spreading throughout their bodies, their strength entirely drained, collapsing completely to the ground… still trembling.

Nero slowly stood up, picked up a piece of beeswax from the bowl she was holding, and began chewing it, “Also, when I eat, I don’t like being interrupted… Remember that.”

“Got… got it.” The temple girls nodded fearfully.

Then, the new Silver’s face brightened with a sunlight-like smile, “Just kidding, I’m the kindest person under heaven, everyone calls me the Saintly Yarn!”

The temple girls continued to tremble… Just then, a figure slowly approached, and the temple girls fell reverently to their knees.

The one who arrived was indeed Sir Gold of the Scorpio Palace.

“You may leave now, she’ll return to change clothes later.” Sir Gold of Scorpio Palace said expressionlessly.

The girls dared not disobey, quickly left with their heads down.

Sir Gold of Scorpio… Prince Prin walked up to Nero, frowned, and said, “The ceremony is about to start, you’ll meet the goddess herself… So, aren’t you going to say something to me?”

Nero blinked and said, “I won’t tell you the secrets of successfully winning my favor, oh?”

Prince Prin pretended not to hear, and said flatly, “Your origins, what are they… In this war of the gods, which side are you on exactly?”

“Is that important?” Nero giggled, “I won’t stop what you want to do, might even cooperate with you, isn’t that good?”

Prince Prin was silent for a while, then suddenly tossed a black dagger at Nero—the dagger landed right at her feet.

Prince Prin said in a low voice, “If you intend to help me, then during the goddess’s personal blessing, use this dagger to stab her chest.”

Nero stared quietly wide-eyed, looked at the dagger on the floor, surprised, and said to Prince Prin, “Unexpectedly, you actually…”

“You said, no matter what I do, you’ll cooperate with me.” Prince Prin said indifferently.

Nero picked up the dagger, then flung it to the ground, “You really don’t know how to play! What’s fun about stabbing the goddess to death with a dagger! Certainly stab with something else! I’ve mastered thirty-six types of plots, seventy-two kinds of poses, one hundred and eight positions, you’re underestimating my professional skills! You totally look down on me! I’m angry!”

“I hope you’ll show up at the ceremony later.”

And then, Prince Prin… Young Lord of the Underworld, turned and left.