Chapter 709
“Archbishop Eleanor... Is there anything I need to do later?” The girl looked a bit nervous as she glanced up at the respected archbishop beside her, who was wearing a mask, and asked timidly.
Eleanor lowered her gaze to the little girl, hesitating for a moment on how to respond. Finally, she spoke in a hoarse voice, “When you meet that esteemed person, remember to be polite.”
“Okay... okay...” The girl swallowed hard, feeling even more anxious.
Earlier that day, she had been cleaning at the archbishop's residence, planning to finish her chores and then join the other nuns in doing some good deeds, practicing the path of the “Ascetic” and stabilizing the potion within her.
But somehow, she had been taken away by the archbishop next door—the one from the tribunal, the renowned “Darkworm Preacher,” Archbishop Eleanor.
This had startled her... This was the most powerful and highest-ranking person she had ever encountered.
She was already nervous enough, and now hearing that the person she was about to meet was even higher than Archbishop Eleanor made her legs feel a bit weak.
They all said that Archbishop Eleanor had been favored by the Darkworm, and her face and limbs had become “sanctified,” making her look extraordinarily... terrifying.
What if the esteemed person she was about to meet had completely abandoned their human form...?
As the girl’s mind wandered, the door slowly creaked open, and at that moment, her heart leaped into her throat.
“Lord Charles, I’ve brought the girl,” Eleanor said, looking down at Charles, who had opened the door. “She is the youngest ‘Ascetic’ at present, one of the most talented.”
The girl didn’t even catch a glimpse of who it was and quickly lowered her head, saying, “G-g-good morning, Your Excellency.”
While she was anxiously worrying about whether she had said something wrong that might upset the other person, a soft and pleasant voice came from inside the room.
“Come in.”
The melodious tone made the girl involuntarily lift her head, and she immediately saw a beautiful girl with red hair and red eyes smiling at her.
“What’s your name?”
Charles looked at the nervous little girl beside Eleanor and asked.
Under the gaze, the girl blushed and quickly lowered her head, stammering, “I... I-I-I’m Beixi, my lord.”
Charles led Beixi into the study. At that moment, Tara seemed to have just woken up. She was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly, her naturally wavy hair a mess from sleep, as if she had lost track of where she was.
“Lord Charles...” Tara recognized the familiar red-haired figure and gradually came to her senses, her mood shifting from slightly irritated upon waking to happy.
But when Tara saw the brown-haired little girl standing next to Charles, she suddenly threw off the blanket and stood up straight.
Who is she?
What is she doing here?
Why have I never seen her before?
What does Lord Charles want with her?
A flurry of questions raced through Tara’s mind.
Meanwhile, the little girl, upon seeing Tara, who seemed to be around her age, simply flashed a sweet smile at her.
“Lord Charles, she is...” Tara couldn’t help but ask, lowering her head.
“I brought her to help me with some tasks,” Charles said casually as he walked toward the desk. “It should be done soon.”
“What tasks, Lord Charles? Can I help?” For some reason, Tara felt a sense of urgency. Seeing the girl follow Charles to the desk, she hurriedly followed.
Sitting at the desk, Charles looked up at Tara after hearing her question, shook his head, and said, “No, you’re too old for this.”
No, you’re too old for this...
You’re too old...
Too old...
Those words hit Tara like a blow, leaving her momentarily dazed. She stepped back, lowering her head, her mind a jumble, unsure of what to think.
Charles sat in the chair, looking at the little girl Beixi beside him, and said, “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just speak up, okay?”
“Okay, Lord Charles...” Beixi shyly lowered her head, mimicking Tara’s earlier behavior, directly addressing Charles as “Lord Charles.”
That “Lord Charles” made Tara’s heart sink even further. She looked up, gazing at the girl’s back, feeling a palpable resentment rising behind her.
Charles gently placed his right hand on Beixi’s head, pressing down lightly.
His pupils gradually turned silver... This was the second time Charles had used the “Recorder” ability on a human.
Previously, Charles had only used the “Recorder” ability to “read” inanimate objects, and now, it was her first time using such an ability on a living person.
The last time she used her ability was in a simulation against Eric’s severed limbs, but Eric’s spirit was quite strong, and the memories were numerous, making it very difficult for Charles to “read.”
If the “Recorder” ability could be successfully activated, then Charles should be able to directly “read” the person’s life story, all the way back to their embryonic form, even to the fertilized egg, their parents... endlessly “reading” on.
This was why Charles sought out younger extraordinary individuals.
Being young yet able to successfully digest potions indicated that the individual’s spirit must possess something special, making it less susceptible to harm.
In case the individual did suffer any harm, Charles could also rewind time and erase the damage they had endured.
Soon, as the “Recorder” ability activated, the life of the girl named “Beixi” began to rapidly rewind in Charles’s mind.
It was as if Charles were watching a first-person movie playing in reverse, with countless images and thoughts meticulously recorded in her mind.
And Charles felt as if she had fully experienced Beixi’s life, until she followed Beixi’s perspective back into a dark womb... but Charles’s ability did not stop there.
The perspective before her began to expand, revealing two different lives, a man and a woman, rapidly rewinding in Charles’s view.
These were Beixi’s parents...
Then, after plunging into darkness, the two segments split into four...
Countless lives were being quickly “read” by Charles, and she could clearly see what they did, hear their thoughts, and feel their joys and sorrows.
As the images in Charles’s mind continued to multiply, she released her hand, swiftly interrupting the “Recorder” ability.
“Phew...” Charles let out a small sigh of relief, her temples throbbing slightly, and her spirit feeling quite drained.
It was indeed feasible...
She looked up at Beixi, who was staring at her in confusion, seemingly unaware of why the older sister’s face had turned so pale.
“Lord Charles, what’s wrong...” Beixi asked timidly, thinking she might have done something wrong.
Nothing wrong... That’s good.
Charles shook her head and smiled, “It’s nothing, you did great... Tara, have Eleanor take her back.”
“Okay, Lord Charles!” Tara quickly nodded, stepping forward to grab Beixi’s arm and lead the bewildered girl out.
Meanwhile, Charles was lost in thought, recalling the images she had just seen and her earlier questions to the system.
“System, what are the subsequent abilities of the ‘Recorder’ and ‘Fictioner’...?”
“Can I use the subsequent abilities of the ‘Recorder’ to record everything—people, events, and objects...”
“And then use the subsequent pathways of the ‘Fictioner’ to rewrite them?”
“To create a perfect world anew in the Old Days...”
After a long silence, the system finally gave Charles an affirmative answer.
“Theoretically feasible.”
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Chapter 363: A Clear Path and Hidden Cards
The system’s statement of “theoretically feasible” undoubtedly served as a shot of adrenaline for Charles at that moment.
Integrating “uniqueness,” eliminating “minions,” and destroying the “symbionts” from the Old Days... none of these methods could truly ensure the death of the “God of Existence.”
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