Chapter 650
As the pure white armor recounted its tale, Xia Er began to grasp the essence of what lay within that green brain.
When absorbing these memories, the pure white armor entered a state akin to recollection, using the first-person perspective to read various texts and conduct experiments.
It was somewhat reminiscent of the way Xia Er, aided by that soft, clay-like creature from the Otherworld, retraced the dream of the feather quill.
At Xia Er's request, the pure white armor directly relayed the contents of those readings.
After a brief pause, Xia Er quickly formed a judgment in her mind.
The contents of these texts were from the library within the Tower of Old Days.
During her year in the Tower, Xia Er had read nearly half of the books in that library. Whenever the pure white armor casually mentioned a few titles, she could easily find a corresponding book among them.
However, there were some texts she had never heard of... Before she even began reading in the library, she had spent a day skimming through the catalog. Any book that existed in the library, Xia Er could recognize.
It was possible that the books the pure white armor mentioned were added to the library after Xia Er's departure, or perhaps they were collected from other civilizations... or even remnants from different timelines of the Old Days.
Yes, different timelines of the Old Days.
When Xia Er first ventured into the Old Days and altered the Abyss, that timeline had already diverged from the original development, giving rise to the Abyssal race on the surface.
The Otherworld was unaffected by the constraints of the real timeline... which meant that knowledge from different timelines could potentially manifest within it...
Could there be two Ascendants appearing from different timelines?
The same person from different timelines appearing in the Otherworld...
Until she had fully explored the Otherworld, Xia Er did not dismiss this possibility.
"Any discoveries?" During a brief interlude of recalling knowledge, the pure white armor took a moment to rest, lowering its head to inquire of Xia Er.
"Mm." Xia Er nodded, pondering for a moment before asking, "What about memories beyond reading and experiments? Did you see anything special?"
Special...
At this, the pure white armor's hand trembled slightly.
This subtle movement did not escape Xia Er's notice, but she refrained from pressing, simply waiting for the armor's response.
"There was... an experiment."
After a long silence, the pure white armor finally revealed what it had instinctively wanted to conceal.
"I saw... myself..."
Seeing oneself during an experiment?
Blood Alchemy.
In an instant, Xia Er reached this conclusion.
Under her gaze, the pure white armor began to describe what it had witnessed.
Perhaps due to an issue with the cutting point, the memories the pure white armor could access were limited to the latter half of the experiment.
In those memories, the pure white armor indeed saw itself lying on an operating table, and beside it lay a dismembered, almost unrecognizable corpse.
This memory seemed painful for the pure white armor, yet it had to peel back these recollections and recount them once more.
The pure white armor... was a product of Blood Alchemy, much like Sa Da Na, transformed from a human body.
Did such technology already exist in the Old Days?
Then why did Sa Da Na's transformation fail so miserably? Was it because the power of faith acted as a variable in the transformation?
"The memories are just these scattered fragments... but one fragment left a deep impression on me..." The pure white armor raised a hand, gently touching the direction of its head.
"I followed the main perspective through countless readings and experiments... To be honest, she had conducted some gruesome experiments, but she never showed any emotion..."
"But in that moment when I saw myself, I noticed... the main perspective blurred, and she cried..."
"I want to know who I am, why she cried, and what I am protecting here... This is why I wish to form a contract with you."
The pure white armor seemed to have laid everything bare, directly expressing its long-held purpose to Xia Er.
Xia Er could empathize with the armor's journey.
A Blood Alchemy suit infused with the memory of "protection," standing vigil in the ancient castle of the Otherworld, unaware of its purpose, indifferent to the passage of time.
Aside from acquiring knowledge and creating things, it had also utilized the "uniqueness" granted by Blood Alchemy to forge a complete "Knight" path.
Yet one day, it suddenly discovered its own reflection amidst the numb, monotonous learning...
This shock was something only those who had experienced emptiness and loneliness could truly understand.
Especially when witnessing the once calm and unperturbed main perspective shed tears at the sight of its own self... For the first time, the pure white armor felt an overwhelming surge of emotion.
It wanted to know who it was, who she was, and why her tears flowed.
Was it important to her? Did someone... mourn for it?
"Get ready." Xia Er looked at the pure white armor, which had its head bowed, and said, "I might come looking for you at any time, as I don't know when I should return."
"But I can assure you, it won't be long."
Xia Er's words momentarily stunned the pure white armor. It raised its head slightly to look at her, seemingly surprised that she would agree to this after hearing it out.
After all, from the armor's perspective, its return was purely a personal matter, potentially disrupting the past's development... but Xia Er seemed unconcerned about that.
It wasn't until Xia Er left with a few green brains that the pure white armor gradually regained its composure.
The monotonous life in the Otherworld, where days blended into one another, seemed poised for a turning point.
However, as the pure white armor watched Xia Er's departing figure, its hands instinctively crossed over its chest, feeling a twinge of panic and fear for the part of the truth it had just concealed.
"The Timebinder..."
"It's all because of you..."
These were the words spoken by the woman who cried for it.
This was also the reason the pure white armor felt such complexity in its heart upon first recognizing the Timebinder.
What exactly had the Timebinder done?
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**Chapter 333: The Mysterious Powerhouse, Lady Xia Er**
In the hall of the ancient castle, Xia Er looked at the small Zuo before her, pondering how to communicate with it.
Previously, the small Zuo had helped Xia Er pinpoint the location of the strong sound in reality, and its various abilities proved it had a remarkable talent for "searching."
The dark worm, Lei Mei De Si, was still in a state of injury and memory confusion, resting in the chamber created by the pure white armor. The armor's earlier recounting indicated that it had hardly ventured far from the castle, with its knowledge stemming from the Tower.
In this quest within the Otherworld to find the potential Ascendants of the Witch Academy, Xia Er had little choice but to place her hopes on the small Zuo.
"Xia Er... Lady..." The small Zuo's palm split open, emitting a hoarse, grating voice, its wrist bone protruding like a tail, thrashing about.
If it weren't for its terrifying appearance, Xia Er would have considered using it as a bloodhound... Of course, what the small Zuo was doing now was not far from that role.
The critical issue was that Xia Er lacked any significant items related to the Witch Academy.
For instance, "uniqueness." Currently, Xia Er could utilize fragments of the "Cocoon of Light," which was the "uniqueness" from the "Judicator" archive, to attract Ascendants similar to Amy's divine servant.
However, her connection to the Witch Academy did not rely on a pocket watch-like "uniqueness," but rather on the "altar," which were the silver rune stones distributed to the believers by the system.
These silver rune stones were akin to creations made by higher-level "Omniscients," lacking the trait of "uniqueness," yet capable of accurately pointing to Xia Er and retaining some "information."
This was akin to completely separating the power of "seeds" from the power of faith; the pocket watch itself bore power, while the altar bore the weight of faith.
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