Chapter 948 (1/2)

The view before him changed once again.

The battlefield was gone, only to be replaced by an enormous and dim hall. Rhode vaguely saw odd, complicated patterns on the floor that resembled magical rituals. Standing before him were six indistinct, pitch-black figures.

“It is beyond our expectations. The power of Chaos is getting stronger.”

This voice is…

Rhode turned to the voice and as though responding to his thoughts, a particular figure was lit up by a lamp above, instantly revealing her petite stature. He couldn’t be more familiar with her—the long, pitch-black hair, mesmerizing purple pupils, and almost identical face.

Christie.

But unlike the innocent little girl who always followed him around, this Christie seemed to possess the mighty presence of a high-ranking person. She narrowed her deep purple eyes, her face displaying a firm, unwavering determination that made him feel like she had everything under control. At this moment, the pressure on Christie’s shoulders was bigger than Lydia’s as though in her eyes, there was nothing except for this world.

“It’s okay, the more the plan fails, the more we have proven our success. The more detailed the plan is, the easier it is for mistakes to surface. It is within our calculations that this problem will occur when Chaos attacks.”

It was yet another voice he couldn’t be more familiar with. Shortly after, the bright light illuminated the other person. Her silver hair, wine-colored eyes, slender figure, and incomparably luxurious robe proved her identity.

Marlene…

This feels so strange.

Of course, Rhode knew that this wasn’t a coincidence. Christie called her other self as ‘my other self’, so it was to be expected that the other Christie would look exactly like Christie. On the other hand, Marlene was the incarnation of one of the six Deity Wardens, so it would be ridiculous if she didn’t look similar at all. But even though this Marlene looked like the same person, the qualities that she exuded were entirely different. This Marlene completely lacked the gentleness and steadiness of the usual Marlene. On the contrary, she was cold and rational as though everything was within her predictions—like a computer. It felt as though that even if her closest kin died in front of her, she would only respond with ‘everything is within predictions’.

Although this side of Marlene and Christie was refreshing, he still preferred their current selves…

“But this distortion isn’t enough. We should let it distort even farther. All that we’re doing now is carefully, yet recklessly messing the situation up.”

He was no stranger to this voice either. After all, he had just spoken to her a few moments ago.

The light shone.

The young lady clad in a plain, ancient-styled black dress and with silky, long black hair stood silently on the spot. She spread her arms apart and an ancient book hovered between them.

Alice.

“The constant, repeated, and accumulated distortion from the past isn’t enough. Such an extent of Chaos still isn’t able to disrupt the set destiny. We have to take more aggressive measures in order to form a singular point to distort the fate of this world. But now, what we’re doing isn’t enough to instigate the fulcrum of fate!”

“Perhaps we should kill off the Archangels?”

Shortly after, an unfamiliar and childish voice spoke. Compared to the three of them, she sounded much more energetic. For some unknown reasons, Rhode felt as though this person resembled Mini Bubble Gum, but he also knew that no one could compare to the insanity of that young lady. On the contrary, this voice sounded rational yet oddly excited. For instance, it was as though she was calmly planning a scheme to kill another person a hundred times and make that person go entirely bonkers—cold, dangerous, and incomparably odd.

“Maybe we should give up the defense of the seventh zone and allow Chaos to attack the undead creatures’ territory?”

“We can consider that as an alternate means.”

Marlene pondered for a while before responding.

“If it doesn’t work, we can slaughter the 3.5 million people in the fifth zone to eradicate the fate of them being killed by Chaos. This way, it will be enough to create a certain degree of distortion in the interval of fate and history.”

“Chaos is mysteriously powerful. We have no time to waste. Let’s make a decision.”

This time, an unfamiliar and stern, deep voice sounded. Christie nodded in agreement and looked around her.

“Who shall do it?”