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Chapter 842: Chapter 221 The Price of Infinite Reincarnation Chapter 842: Chapter 221 The Price of Infinite Reincarnation “Low-probability events…”

Upon hearing this, Aiwass’s heart tightened.

He casually said, “It’s not likely to be some kind of aggregation law or something, right…”

In fact, Aiwass had indeed found this matter odd for quite some time.

Whether it was Lily’s uniqueness, or people like Yulia, Sherlock, and Isabel…

they all proved their own special nature.

Almost none of those whom Aiwass came into close contact with had an ordinary past—including Hayna, who was truly a pureblood commoner, yet still had fragments of Lancelot within her.

Not to mention, every advancement ceremony Aiwass had gone through almost always had some sort of effect afterward.

Either the power he received from the ceremony became an unattainable key, or he gained crucial information during the ceremony.

If it happened once or twice, he might consider himself lucky.

But when it nearly always turned out this way, it instead made him feel powerless.

It was as if he were in a world like Truman’s—Aiwass felt his destiny was being pulled and manipulated by some invisible force.

He was like the protagonist in someone else’s novel.

Because there are no superfluous strokes in a story, every plot must have value to maximize the utilization of the plot.

Thus, the incidents Aiwass experienced all had special significance…

Even just contemplating this made him feel weary because Aiwass could not be certain if every minor incident around him was some kind of “plot hint”—and once he started thinking this way, he could hardly move forward.

Therefore, Aiwass could only deliberately ignore these “coincidences”.

…Looking at it now, could all this be the arrangement of the Lord of Scalefeather?

Or is it, in fact, some unspeakable conspiracy?

“To explain this to you, I have to tell you something…”

The Lord of Scalefeather sighed, and a black top hat suddenly appeared in his right hand.

He placed the top hat on his head, and the surrounding scene changed once again.

Around was a dark red, and beneath Aiwass lay a vast scale, like a vessel.

The distant sky displayed a strange purplish-red web of cracks.

Within each crack, there was a sky of a completely different color.

The scenes of worlds from different timelines were all reflected within.

Initially, Aiwass found it strange…

why the essential ability of the “Prophet” Path, was actually close to the purplish-red color of the Transcendence Path.

At that time, Aiwass thought it was the color of the Source River.

And now, Aiwass could finally be sure—his initial intuition was correct.

This unusually colored premonitory ability really did belong to the Transcendence Path!

“Boss…

what are you trying to say?”

Aiwass licked his dry lips and spoke.

The Lord of Scalefeather merely looked up at the sky and said softly, “I believe I told you last time.

History has multiple directions, and I can observe the futures of various possibilities…

“But have you ever considered?

Why is the world like this?”

“…Because the ‘Cicada Slough’ incident caused history to shatter?”

“Then why did the Cicada Slough incident cause history to shatter?”

The Lord of Scalefeather countered.

Aiwass’s heartbeat suddenly surged erratically.

He realized that a huge secret was within reach.

He was close to the essence of the world—just one more step forward—

“Indeed, it is you after all.”

At that moment, the Lord of Scalefeather sighed, took off his top hat, and carelessly placed it on Aiwass—covering Aiwass’s face with the hat.

—Are you being polite?

Aiwass was taken aback, asking himself.

“In the past…”

The Lord of Scalefeather started, “When the Nine Pillar Gods unanimously agree, the world can be reset.

Because of this, the future at that time was ‘malleable’.”

As Aiwass struggled to push away the top hat and the hand of the Lord of Scalefeather pressing on it, he suddenly saw something from inside the hat.

That was a young man who bore a slight resemblance to Aiwass.

He had a face so delicate and nearly elegant, long black hair that draped over his shoulders, amber-colored pupils, and a gentle smile.

Above his head shimmered a glowing halo—its appearance was that of four splendid spear tips pointing in all four cardinal directions.

The halo itself was a nearly transparent pure white, while the spear tips to the four directions were red, blue, yellow, green, respectively.

Behind him were a pair of pure white wings, and below his slender waist was a vigorous white serpentine body.

He held aloft in his right hand a golden apple, gently rotating it.

Afterward, the entire world around him rewound swiftly—winter, autumn, summer, and spring passed unceasingly, with only the young man holding the golden apple illuminated by the light of the seasons.

Splashes of color danced on him, yet he himself remained eternally unchanged.

Just as Aiwass attempted to focus his gaze, the Lord of Scalefeather took away the hat—but he did not place it upon his own head, instead, he nonchalantly tossed it into the Source River.

“Boss, what is this…”

“—Aiwass.”

The Lord of Scalefeather spoke with a serious inquiry: “I ask you, do the things you have seen in the hat still exist after I have destroyed it?”

“…They exist, I believe.”

Aiwass hesitated for a moment: “I still remember it.”

“Yes, the world also remembers the abandoned history,”

said the Lord of Scalefeather: “That is the essence of ‘Fate’—the traces of an alternative possibility.

“The world has rewound time and again until after a certain cycle, history shattered into pieces.

However, these incessant rewinds have already engraved various futures’ possibilities into the world.

“On a piece of fabric, if you were to place several stones of varying sizes… what would happen?”

“…They would gather together, I guess.”

“No, that’s not certain.”

The Lord of Scalefeather denied: “It depends on their positions and weight.

If they are too small, too light, nothing will happen.@@novelbin@@

But if some heavy stones gather nearby, then they will slide towards the same spot.

“What has been will be again—if certain ‘stones’ come together.

Then events that once happened will easily recur.

That is to say, when the ‘lead actors are assembled,’ the ‘plot’ will unfold.

“In different rewinds, the world revolves around different individuals.

Therefore, when the world resets, the weight attached to each ‘stone’ is distinct…

“—But you are different, Aiwass.

“‘The Reincarnation Celestial Marshal’ has appeared in all possibilities hence you are the ultimate stone.

As you said—you are the ‘protagonist.’ Whenever you encounter any ‘characters,’ it will cause their ‘plots’ to occur prematurely.

Of course, this means nothing special to you… because the only difference between you and the ‘protagonist’ is that you are still mortal.”

“…But I am neither the Reincarnation Celestial Marshal nor the Serpent Celestial Marshal, right?”

Aiwass’s heart tightened, and he subconsciously retorted.

He instinctively denied being the one causing such trouble.

But he caught the Lord of Scalefeather looking at him with a half-smile.

That instant, Aiwass’s eyes widened slightly.

He suddenly realized—

Just like his own reaction, the Serpent Celestial Marshal must have thought the same.

“—This is one of the reasons why the Serpent Celestial Marshal severed part of himself.

In the words of the Primordial Beings…

too much causality entangled upon him, causing any of his plans to inevitably encounter mishaps.

“You are his substitute to bear the ‘price of infinite reincarnations,’ Aiwass.

“Any interaction with you causes chaos because you resonate with all who have ‘once been a significant role in some iteration of history’…

“I can tell you this—your life is not conspiracies and designs of anyone else.

Your existence itself is someone’s design.

“—So, let’s make a trade, shall you?

“Not in your capacity as the boss…

but in a more or less equal status, to propose a mutually beneficial cooperation to you, this ‘variable’.”

The Lord of Scalefeather said lightly: “You go kill the Fallen Celestial Marshal, no problem, right?”

Aiwass understood.

—The boss had issued a new declaration to strike the den.