For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 175

  Chapter 175 On the Outside

   A long, long time ago, Remedios wanted to be like her compatriots, to immerse herself in the Phoenix Sacred Fire, and to end the torture that these long years brought her.

   Five hundred years, this is the "limit" that most high elves have set for themselves, and the reference to this limit is the age of wear and tear of the concept of "emotion".

  Emotion is a kind of consumable. It takes those good memories as a carrier, which is slowly accumulated in the first half of life, and then worn out, worn out, and forgotten bit by bit in the following days.

Memories with emotions are fresh, but perhaps it takes more effort to remember those fresh memories, and in order to reduce the burden of memories on the soul, those fresh memories will disappear after hundreds of years. It began to fade in her mind, and eventually only simple logic remained.

   She still remembered that the first time she met the Inquisitor was in the forest of Ravenwood, who saved her life from the herd of demon pigs. But she couldn't remember what the weather was like that day, whether the air was filled with the earthy fragrance of the forest. I can't remember if there was a melodious singing of birds along the branches in the wind at that time, so that after her life and death, she could lean against the tree and enjoy the rare peace.

   She was rescued by the human named William Kane from the hands of the demon pigs - this is the only information she can remember now. It is as if it were written on parchment, covered with lacquer and sealed for eternity.

   Only dry records.

  Sometimes she doesn't even understand why she joined an organization that was very suspicious at that time because of this matter, what about the Watchers of the End?

   That's it, no matter how beautiful, bright, and touching memories, after a long period of baptism, they will become cold logic.

   What could be scarier than forgetting?

   Generally speaking, many high elves have been completely unable to bear those increasingly blurred memories and increasingly thin emotions after more than 400 years, and chose to participate in the sacred fire ceremony in advance.

It took about 400 years for Remedios to completely forget the voices of her former friends, and 800 years to completely forget their faces. After that, it took her another 100 years to completely confirm that her feelings were over. completely dry.

   Nothing can make her emotionally arouse any more waves.

  She originally thought so...

but…

   "Don't be stupid, I'm back."

The moment    this voice echoed, the memories of Remedios from the past seemed to come alive again in an instant.

   She looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her.

   "The presiding judge...sir?"

   but impossible…

   The closed loop on her side has not been woven, and she has not yet written her will into the cyclic time, becoming like the rising and setting of the sun, there is a certain phenomenon in this world. She has not yet connected William Kane before 1008 to the concept of the Eighth Spirit, making him return to the world as the "Eighth Spirit".

   Who is this man who looks like William Kane in front of him?

   "Is this really you?"

   She seemed to be a little excited, and she asked with a little panic.

   "Who else would it be?"

   The man answered briefly.

   "But I haven't put you..."

   Having said this, she hesitated for a while, and then asked directly:

   "So, are they telling the truth? You left us just to find a way to put yourself on the throne?"

   Otherwise, there is no way to explain why the other party appeared here.

  The layering of time is not like water and oil separated by a clear boundary, it is more like two glasses of water poured together, containing each other. In other words, the time to travel through different levels is not from one place to another, but to change the perspective of one's view of everything in the world.

It sounds easy, but if the difficulty of going through the shell of the world to other planes is to penetrate your fingers from the oil layer to the water layer; then changing your perspective of time is probably equivalent to distinguishing it with the naked eye. Two glasses of water mixed together, which drop was poured from the first glass.

   At least technically, this is something that cannot be done.

   Only by making oneself the spokesperson of the Holy Spirit, making oneself the king of nothingness, and freeing oneself from the shackles of causality and time, can it be possible to appear here.

   "They? Who?"

  William muttered, and then asked directly:

   "You think I'm a god?"

   The other party nodded and said:

   "Otherwise, how did you get here?"

  William smiled lightly:

   "You also came here by your own will, so you are actually a **** too?"

   Remedios shook her head and said:

   "My situation is a bit special, there are shortcuts that can be taken."

  Ritual magic, anthropomorphic worship of the Holy Spirit…

   and the still intact fragment of creation...the soul.

  The Spirit of Mist is a relatively complete piece of the fragments of creation.

  The people who died in it will continue to reappear. Based on this nature, some scholars speculate that it is probably related to the Holy Spirit "dead" who symbolizes memory, and it may be a fragment that was incomplete when it was first born.

   And as long as they are in the spirit of the mist, mortals can walk in a cycle with themselves as the axis of observation, temporarily becoming part of the cycle time. If you end your life in it, you can completely become part of this cycle of time.

   This is the reason why those who died in the fog of Ava Continent will reappear in the world as fog ghosts.

The essence of the    Mist Ghost is not some strange spiritual body, but just a phenomenon.

   Now Remedios has stepped into it temporarily relying on this.

  William heard this, spread his hands and said:

   "So, like you, I came here through the mist spirit."

   I have to admit, it was an amazing experience.

   When he stepped into the thick egg-shaped fog earlier, although William could clearly feel that he was still in the throne room, the scenery he could see was far more than everything around him.

   Backtracking along his own time, William came to that afternoon one thousand and eight years ago after skipping a long gap.

   This is when I left.

   But strangely, or not surprisingly—here was his limit. William can only see a piece of nothingness when he goes back further, and he cannot see the birth of his character as theoretically.

  It should be emphasized that this is not time travel, because the backtracking based on circular time does not cause any changes to the past or future.

   And he can only see what he "knows", and he can only "see" everything he knows.

   If he wanted to make a change, he would have to consume a lot of fuel to bend his timeline into a circular closure, completely becoming part of the cycle time.

   But by then, he will be a phenomenon.

   Phenomena are phenomena precisely because they do not need to rely on the will of the individual to exist.

   Even if thousands of lights are lit at the same time to illuminate the night, the night is not the day - this is not something that can be changed by human beings.

   But from another perspective, this also proves that the individual will is the product of causal time.

  William, who felt a headache, didn't think about these questions any more. He looked at the image of Remedios in front of him, and frowned without a trace.

   At this moment, Remedios is like a Parkinson's patient sitting on a roller coaster, taking a picture of a human figure through a layer of frosted glass with a low-quality SLR in his hand - only a rough outline can be seen.

   This is probably the phenomenon that countless numbers of myself overlapped together on the timeline.

  Thinking of this, William looked down at his hand.

  Normal hand, not even the slightest ghost appears on it.

  If a third person like a reader looks at the two of them from the perspective of God, he will see a dazzling phantom and a complete person staring at each other.

  William does not exist at all times like the other at the same time, he is who he is, independent and unique.

   is like an outsider hanging above all systems.

   There is one more chapter later, free

   (end of this chapter)

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