Chapter 704
Until the silver statue resumed its original posture, lying on the table and losing the breath of Shaer, the pure white armor stood still in place, unmoving for a long time.
The name "Xiluo" stirred something within it, evoking a unique, indescribable feeling tied to that syllable...
*Thud—*
“Guga—Shaer... my lord... save...”
“Don’t run away... just a little more...”
It was only when Xiao Zuo hooked the statue and turned to flee, with Leimeidisi chasing after him, that the pure white armor slowly came back to its senses.
“Xiluo...”
It whispered the name softly, lost in thought.
...
Leaning against the desk, Shaer slowly opened her eyes.
Beside her, the cup of black tea had long since stopped steaming. Tara, who had just seen Aivina off, returned to the study, standing quietly a short distance from Shaer, head bowed, patiently waiting for her to regain her composure.
“What happened?” Shaer asked Tara, glancing at her.
Usually, when Tara was this close, it meant there was something important to report; otherwise, she would keep her distance.
“The Church of the Savior has everything arranged... They are quite invested in this promotion,” Tara said, still looking down. “We’re just waiting for your command to begin.”
“Let’s wait a bit longer,” Shaer replied, shaking her head. “Have Imogen extend the cognitive modification toxin a little longer...”
Time ticked by.
The sun, which had been hanging high at noon, had now set, casting an orange-red dusk over Ansu, a city buzzing with steam and noise.
For everyone, it should have been a calm day—until the major newspapers suddenly published a shocking headline.
This somewhat jarring news was like a heavy bomb dropped into the “calm” waters of Ansu.
“Divine Manifestation?—The Church of the Savior Announces Modification of All Faceless Goddess Statues”
“Breaking News: The Church of the Savior and the Holy Ascendancy Announce a Historic Reconciliation”
“Shocking! The Savior’s Avatar is Actually a Young Girl, Named...”
Each piece of news detonated like a bomb beneath the surface, sending up a massive splash.
Among them, the cover of the *Canal News* featured a solemn, divine, and beautiful portrait of a girl seated on a religious throne, which almost everyone laid eyes on.
While these religious headlines were indeed shocking to ordinary people, the level of shock varied.
The announcement of a beautiful girl as the avatar of the Savior was likely to be seen by the average person as akin to the ascension of a new queen—initially shocking, then a topic of casual conversation for weeks, while life went on as usual.
It was just a heavy bomb.
But among other extraordinary organizations, this news was far more than just a bomb.
It was at least a nuclear bomb.
One that could level the entire city of Ansu.
“What does the Savior intend to do?”
“Did the ‘uniqueness’ that day truly belong to the Church of the Savior? Has the Church produced an extraordinary being?”
“Find out what’s going on! Who is that goddess?”
“Shaer? Who is she?”
In just a few hours, the name Shaer spread throughout the streets and alleys of Ansu, making her a true figure of intrigue.
If it were an ordinary extraordinary being, they might not be able to handle the consequences.
But behind the scenes, manipulating public opinion was the 4th-tier “Nightmare” Imogen, paired with the 4th-tier “Apostle of Calamity” Long Ying’s potion, ensuring that no news could escape Ansu.
The reason for setting up “virus emitters” at the station and every exit was to ensure that everyone entering or leaving Ansu would be infected.
As soon as someone left Ansu, they would naturally forget any information about “Shaer,” including the news.
And everyone within the city would naturally adhere to one “rule.”
That is, they would not record anything related to “Shaer.”
This was to prevent any 4th-tier extraordinary beings from transmitting information outside.
Indeed, this method would likely be noticed by many 4th-tier and even 3rd-tier extraordinary beings within a day, as it lacked intricate arrangements and had too many loopholes.
But one day was enough.
One day was sufficient for the entire city to remember the name Shaer.
Meanwhile, in the study at Shaer’s home.
Shaer sat behind her desk, looking at the system panel in front of her.
“Future: Day 391 (Saint Year 742, August 27, 17:00) (Cost: 400 Fate Points)”
“Past: Day 95 (Saint Year 741, April 28, 17:00) (Cost: 100 Fate Points)”
Both simulated time points were rather awkward.
In 391 days, that was indeed a decent number... but if she wanted to preserve the 400 Fate Points and earn more, she would need to plan a major event... and it couldn’t be on this continent.
This was a bit unstable for Shaer.
If she lost the gamble and didn’t earn enough Fate Points, her remaining points would be in jeopardy.
As for the past simulation of 95 days ago, while it only required 100 Fate Points, earning Fate Points in the past was the most challenging.
After all, everything in the past was fixed, and Shaer would only have 24 hours of activity time to return, which was hardly enough to earn that 100 Fate Points...
Moreover, Shaer could sense that the recent spans of simulated time were growing larger... If points continued to be wasted like this, there might even be a prolonged “stuck” state where simulations couldn’t be conducted.
However...
Now, Shaer had a more daring method to solve her immediate dilemma.
There was a shortcut to acquiring Fate Points.
The amount of Fate Points one could obtain depended on how much one could alter their future destiny.
And breaking the fate of death was a way to gain a massive amount of Fate Points... even killing a 1st or 2nd-tier being could yield more Fate Points than usual.
She wanted to actively trigger the fate of death.
Shaer planned to “provoke” a minion, inciting them to harbor murderous intent towards her.
Determining the fate of death was quite simple.
Just check if the days in the past simulation had sharply decreased.
If the days in the future showed a significant reduction, it meant death was closing in on her.
As long as the fate of death approached, Shaer could make a judgment.
She could assess the days until the fate of death.
If she could keep it within 30 days, she could conduct a simulation for just 10 Fate Points; as long as the fate of death wasn’t resolved, each of Shaer’s past simulations would inevitably be stuck within that 30-day limit.
During this time, Shaer could conduct simulations frantically, attempting to break the fate of death and accumulate Fate Points.
But if she couldn’t keep the time within 30 days, Shaer could also reverse time in reality, preventing the fate of death from occurring...
One could say that Shaer was carving out a reward level for herself.
This approach carried significant risks but also high rewards.
If successful, she could not only kill or capture a minion but also gain a substantial amount of Fate Points to strengthen herself.
Eventually, Shaer would have to confront the minions directly... She decided to take the initiative and formally declare war on them.
Success or failure... would depend on the “screening” tomorrow morning.
At that time, Shaer would have Imogen modify everyone’s cognition, making 4th-tier extraordinary beings and ordinary people forget her, exposing all 4th-tier beings in the city to her gaze.
Tomorrow, during the cognitive modification, the 4th-tier extraordinary beings would quickly realize something was off...
So Shaer had to act fast.
Fast enough that they wouldn’t have time to react.
As dusk descended, Shaer sat in the dark study, mentally crafting each step of her plan, quietly waiting for time to flow...
...
On August 2nd, at 8:57 AM, in the Vatican of the God of Order.
“Peter, what do you think the Pope will do?”
On the lawn outside the Vatican, two young men dressed in the robes of the God of Order were sweeping fallen leaves while quietly discussing.
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