Chapter 587
The woman in front of him hurriedly packed her things and rushed away, pushing her cart as she went. Shaer’s earlier behavior had indeed startled her.
A well-dressed young lady had ordered a cheap cup of coffee from her, only to stare at it intently before smashing the cup on the ground... Anyone could see that it looked like she was just looking for trouble.
If she had offended this young lady, her worthless life wouldn’t even be enough to cover the cost... Perhaps her life was worth no more than the price of the lady’s meal.
Shaer watched the vendor leave, then turned her gaze away, choosing not to engage.
She had a clearer understanding of what the "Recorder" ability entailed in practice.
At the first level, the "Avenger" could only play with shadows, the "Inciter" was limited to petty scams, and the "Listener" merely helped others vent their feelings to restore their mental state.
In comparison, the "Recorder" was indeed absurdly powerful—of course, others pursuing this path without the "uniqueness" bonus could never rewind time for so long.
As for the upcoming "Fictioner," Shaer was already considering abandoning her experiment—her memories were far too important. Even the slightest forgetfulness, losing just a few words, could lead to significant problems.
The most terrifying thing was forgetting that her abilities had side effects. At this stage, it was almost inevitable for a "Fictioner" to descend into madness.
However...
Shaer had a method to tackle forgetfulness.
That was to directly "overextend" when using her abilities.
Although the overload from overextending would render her "Fictioner" ability useless for two days, this was during the simulation of the past, so the overload's side effects wouldn’t carry over to reality.
Shaer also had a rough idea of how to experiment with her "Fictioner" ability.
The simplest thing was to fabricate a diary of an ordinary person, altering a minor event that had occurred, changing it in the perception of that ordinary person into something entirely different.
She found the most chaotic area in the East District, the Holy Church District, and forcefully "infiltrated" the home of a small-time gang leader, where she discovered a ledger.
Using her overextended "Fictioner" ability, she modified the amount of one transaction.
To her disappointment, the "Fictioner" ability did indeed take effect; the amount on the ledger was changed, and everyone aware of that ledger adjusted their understanding to the modified amount.
But when Shaer tried to interrogate about the whereabouts of the modified amount, a problem arose.
One of the gang members, while recalling the transaction, corrected Shaer’s modification and remembered the correct amount...
Just as Shaer had thought, influencing reality through modification was indeed beyond the capabilities of the first level...
However, if the "Fictioner" could be utilized effectively, a first-level character could wield the influence of a third-level "Subverter."
One could only say that this path held promise for the future, because for Shaer, the "Fictioner" ability was still not as powerful as the "Subverter." At this stage, what the "Fictioner" could do, the "Subverter" could do as well, and even better.
In the time that followed, Shaer found Archbishop Eleanor of the Church of the Savior Goddess. After gaining her trust, she was taken to the church's library, where Shaer quickly skimmed through the books once more.
Like the texts in the Order of the God of Order, 99.9% of the documents and materials showed no changes, with only a small portion of descriptions altered, and some new information added that hadn’t existed before.
In the organization Shaer had created in the Old Days, by the time it reached later generations, not even Shaer, let alone the members who had been passing it down for centuries, knew what the organization was called.
However, this situation should change in the next simulation of the Old Days...
Next time, Shaer could directly spread her path. Although she was only at the first level, the members of the organization would surely seek out the replication rituals and potions themselves, trying to perfect the path.
She could have them refine this path from the Old Days to the modern era... Shaer might even end up with a complete set of first to fourth-level potions and replication rituals.
Building on this, Shaer found herself with even more operational space...
For instance, while spreading her organization and path in the Old Days, she could also bring the current steam engine technology back to the Old Days, allowing them to develop it all the way to modern times...
Would modern technology undergo a great transformation?
Bringing any piece of technology to the ancient Old Days, under the passage of time, could evolve into something entirely unimaginable.
Even with just the first-level "Recorder" and "Fictioner," they might be able to play around with their abilities and develop many uses Shaer hadn’t even considered.
Moreover, this time Shaer planned to search for something useful in the Old Days.
Previously, she had encountered a potential "uniqueness" in the "Cocoon of Light." Shaer could tentatively bury it in a place only she could find, or simply have the organization treat it as a family heirloom to pass down.
If it were passed down to modern times... wouldn’t she be able to directly obtain it?
After her first immature experience, Shaer had more ideas on how to utilize the Old Days, and these ideas could be tested in the next simulation.
However, Shaer was also a bit worried that if she kept messing around like this, when she returned from the Old Days to reality, would reality be completely altered due to the butterfly effect...?
As she pondered the Old Days, the countdown for the past simulation gradually ran out, and a silver light enveloped Shaer completely.
In a halo of silver light, Shaer sank back into darkness, feeling the searing pain of silver flames...
...
**Reality**
**"Year 741 of the Holy Era, July 27, 5:00 AM"**
**"Evaluation: Welcome back, historical 'Fictioner' and 'Recorder,' esteemed host."**
**"Three lives have already been spent... With two chances left, can you still turn the tide?"**
**"Perhaps you could do something at the second altar to revive your first altar from the ashes..."**
**"......"**
**"......"**
**"What are you waiting for? Waiting for a reward? ^^"**
**"Rewards depend on your actions in the Old Days, not the system's business, okay? ^^_"**
As the scorching flames burned, Shaer’s senses quickly began to recover.
Along with her senses, a massive wave of prayers from the followers surged forth.
These were the prayers of countless followers from the Old Days, erupting all at once, ringing in Shaer’s mind.
In the simulation, Shaer had merely unlocked the prayers of Tara and the others in reality, but upon returning, the messages from the Old Days began to bombard her.
A dizzying sensation overwhelmed Shaer, causing her to stagger back a few steps, seemingly colliding with something and falling backward.
“Whoa!”
A soft scream erupted as a figure, soft and trapped beneath Shaer, scrambled to get up from the bed, retreating to the headboard in a panic.
“Who’s there!”
The screamer frantically grabbed a surgical knife from the bedside, pointing it in Shaer’s direction. But as the silver moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the figure, the person locked at the headboard froze in place.
“Sha... Shaer?”
Adele dropped the surgical knife, using her hands and feet to crawl over to Shaer, leaning down to take a closer look.
“It really is Shaer...” Adele exclaimed, her mouth agape in surprise. She quickly shook Shaer’s shoulder, who had her eyes tightly shut and looked somewhat pained. “What’s wrong, Shaer? Are you okay?”
Seeing that Shaer didn’t respond, Adele grew anxious. She quickly stopped shaking her and climbed down from the bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes as she hurriedly ran across the cold wooden floor toward the door.
When she returned to the room with a pile of potions, she was left stunned.
The window that had been tightly shut was now wide open, and Shaer was nowhere to be found. The only evidence that Adele hadn’t imagined it was the indentation on the blanket where Shaer had been lying.
At that moment, a slightly recovered Shaer was walking briskly down the dark streets.
Had nearly thirteen hours really passed...?
At this hour, even the gas lamps on the streets had been extinguished, leaving the entire street in darkness. Without the moonlight, it would have been nearly impossible to see one’s hand in front of their face.
Returning from the Old Days and the transitional simulation of the past, Shaer had received no rewards from the system.
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