booktalesy Chapter 4273 Abnormal Trigger
Chapter 4273 Abnormal Trigger
Chapter 4273 Abnormal Trigger
Is it an illusion?
No.
Within the Chapter of the Heart, although the abilities of the Decayers and Lesser Demons are mostly suppressed, they can still determine whether a person is genuine or not.
In the perception of the Decayer, the "Eran" before him did not exhibit the energy fluctuations of an illusionary creation, nor the single frequency of a projection.
What it sensed was a calm, complex, and uniquely soulful quality of existence.
This clear perception is like touching an ancient tree with your hand; you can clearly feel its texture, roughness, and even the decay accumulated over the years.
Moreover, Elan... it's too familiar.
His attire, his details, even the aura he exudes when he's just standing still, are exactly the same as Eran's.
The Decayer did not believe that Angor could read his memories accumulated over thousands of years in a short moment and replicate "Elan," which had been sealed away at the end of time.
Moreover, when Angell told it not to "reject" it, it simply rested quietly, without recalling any details related to "Eran".
Therefore, eliminating all unnecessary speculation, there is only one answer left...
Elam, the real Elam!
The moment this conclusion was reached, it felt as if a silent thunderclap had exploded in its heart.
Its mind went blank.
Only that withered and emaciated body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible thread.
Stop and lean, take one step and pause the next.
It approached that tall figure with slow, unsteady steps, like an old man.
The moment it reached Elan, its throat bobbed violently, as if it wanted to call out his name casually, just like it had done years ago.
His lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't open his mouth or make any sound.
The only sounds are the "hmm" when the lips are tightly closed and the sound of inhaling through the nose.
When you're extremely excited.
All it could do, all it could give, seemed to be the most primal instincts... It stretched out its withered, thin hands, which were still trembling slightly, wanting to touch Elan.
But just before he could touch that pale purple skin, he suddenly froze in mid-air.
Although it had already roughly determined from its previous perception that what was in front of it was a real person with a realistic texture, it still felt somewhat apprehensive when it actually got to this point.
It's like... feeling apprehensive about returning home.
It thought it would live a lonely and endless life, but unexpectedly, it suddenly found a fellow countryman.
She was both delighted by his arrival and terrified of losing him.
It fears this is just a bubble that will burst at the slightest touch.
Ultimately, it did nothing.
It withdrew its hand.
He simply lowered his head deeply, so deeply, and with his enormous forehead, which bore the weight of the entire civilization, he rested very lightly on Elan's shoulder.
Like a child who has been lost for thousands of years and has finally found his way home.
……
On the other side, the Little Devil host also witnessed the Withered One's excited yet restrained demeanor.
As the host of the Chapter of the Heart, it sees more than the withered ones.
It clearly sensed that this figure was not made of illusory energy, but was "embedded" into this space directly from some "external" source by a higher-level, more unpredictable force.
This unpredictable method surprised and frightened it.
How exactly did this test taker manage to do it?
Or rather, what kind of entity stands behind him?
The little demon presiding over the scene was scrutinizing Angor, trying to get a better look at him... but just then, it heard the low, drawn-out whimper of the withered one.
Did the decaying one weep?
She leaned on Elan's shoulder, sobbing softly and slowly.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was precisely this quiet weeping that was all the more moving.
Originally, the little devil was still "examining" Angor, its heart filled with fear of the unknown power... but when it saw the Decayer, when it saw this "old boss" who alone bore the burden of civilization and was inevitably plunged into nothingness, it finally found a shoulder to lean on and cry on, and suddenly it felt relieved.
What's the point of worrying about the unknown?
The most important and valuable thing for the withered to see their old friends and the old scholars of civilization is to see them with their own eyes.
The little devil's expression gradually shifted from cautious to relaxed, and he started chuckling again.
Just as the little devil was regaining its past emotions, it suddenly sensed a shimmering light behind it. It hesitated and turned around, only to see the lantern on its tail burning with blue flames.
Most importantly, it vaguely saw a familiar yet cold eye within the blue flames...
……
The weeping of the withered one did not last long.
Even though it wanted to vent its millennia-old worries, it was well aware of the current situation and still "restrained" itself.
The withered one raised his head and took a step back.
His gaze returned to "Elan".
Although Elan hadn't said a word, it knew that Elan was Elan.
"Long time no see." The withered creature finally felt the blockage in its throat break through with tears and saliva, and spoke its first words to this old friend it hadn't seen for many years.
Upon seeing this, Angell instinctively wanted to say something.
Because Elan's consciousness is still incomplete at this time, he is most likely unable to receive external information, let alone have the self-awareness to engage in dialogue.
Previously, the Decayer was too agitated, and Angor didn't want to interrupt or explain.
Now that the Decayer seemed to have calmed down, Angor wanted to speak up to explain and avoid any misunderstanding.
However, before he could even finish speaking, he heard a strange and bewildered male voice.
"Who are you?"
Angell was startled and turned sharply to look at the speaker—it was Eran!
Before this, Eran's expression was blank, like a sculpture, perfectly matching Ingres's perception of this group of "Prussians".
Because of the insufficiency of their soul fragments, their consciousness is also fragmented. Even though the Dream Crystal can nourish and repair the defects by constructing a body, it is definitely not something that can be accomplished in a day or two.
And now, only two or three minutes after Elan's "birth," he can actually speak?
Angell observed Elan and noticed that Elan's expression had indeed changed, from blank to confused.
But his confusion also carried a certain sluggishness, like an autistic patient with a defective reflex nerve, whose reaction to the outside world was extremely slow.
Even so, when he was able to ask the question "Who are you?", his sense of self had already been rekindled.
What Angell heard was the spark of "reignition of consciousness".
But the withered one hears the call of an old friend.
"who are you?"
Upon hearing this question, the withered creature froze. It instinctively wanted to say its own name... but then it suddenly remembered its current appearance and seemed to understand why Elan didn't recognize it.
The mouth opened, then slowly closed again.
How can I, in my current state, be worthy of the name I once had...?
"I, I..." The Decaying One finally managed to say after a long while, as if using all his strength, "Eran, you can call me the Decaying One, I am..."
Before the withered one could finish speaking, Eran suddenly froze.
"Elan? Why does that name... sound so familiar?"
Who is Elan?
"strangeness……"
Elan lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought about his name. After a moment, his confused and bewildered expression changed back to his initial blank stare.
Like a mechanical doll with a broken part, after using up its last bit of energy reserves, it briefly recovered before sinking back into a damaged state.
The withered one stared blankly at Elan, stunned.
At this moment, Angel's calm voice rang out: "His consciousness is too fragmented, and his memories are also scattered... Even so, external forces have nurtured him to revive."
"But it's basically impossible to restore him to his former self."
"You can understand it as him losing the vast majority of his memories. These memories are not obscured, but rather they are defects in the fragments of his soul that are difficult to restore."
"But due to the intervention of external forces and rules, his consciousness will slowly recover. In the future, he will be like a withered branch, sprouting new buds. But this will take time... and what kind of person he will eventually become is unpredictable."
"Perhaps I will recapture the shadows of the past, or perhaps I will become a completely new version of myself."
Ingres used veiled language to express an objective fact.
The withered one is not stupid; he will naturally understand what he means.
It paused for a moment, then nodded gently: "I understand..."
The "external force" that shaped Elan should be the supreme power behind Angell, who can reshape the past from the fragments of his soul in his mind.
This is already very powerful.
It is utterly impossible to restore a soul that was shattered thousands of years ago. Even miracles might not be able to achieve it.
Moreover, the Decaying One knew all too well how "shattered" Eran's soul fragments were; it had never even imagined that it would one day see Eran again.
So, things are already pretty good as they are now.
Elam is still Elam.
Whether old or new, as long as his essence remains unchanged, he is Elan.
"It doesn't matter if he can't remember, as long as he's still here, that's enough."
"Moreover, this might be better for him..."
The Decayer looked at Elan's blank expression, a slight daze in his eyes, as if he were seeing Elan's final lament at the end of Pruxia.
Elan, starting anew, at least doesn't have to bear the heavy memories of the past.
This is a good thing.
Those sad, heavy, indelible memories are something you can bear yourself.
As for Elan, and many other Prusia people, they only need to rekindle the spark and start their lives anew; they do not need to bear any pressure.
It raised its head and looked at Angell, and in those eyes that had carried a thousand years of loneliness, a trace of emptiness finally faded away.
"Thank you."
"No matter what he becomes in the future, and no matter whether his fellow countrymen can regain their memories, you have given them a chance to 'start over'."
"I will keep the promise I made."
Just as Angel was about to respond, a grand voice suddenly echoed in the space of the Heart Chapter, without origin, yet seemingly omnipresent: "Interesting... a fresh start."
Although the sound seemed to have no source, Angor and the Decayer locked onto the Lesser Demon's presiding almost simultaneously.
Or……
The little devil is in charge of the lantern on his tail.
Sounds are difficult to trace to their source, but energy fluctuations do have a starting point.
The source of that wave, imbued with a sense of grandeur, was the blue flame within the lantern…
The blue flames were no longer as calm as before; instead, a pale golden eye had appeared, seemingly possessing a supreme divinity as it looked down upon everything in the Chapter of the Heart.
The moment the withered one saw the eyes, he recognized His identity and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Him.
But Angell quietly met His gaze, feeling His eyes.
The eyes in the lamplight seemed to flicker:
"The predetermined future of the withered has changed. I don't care about this ending. I care more about the one who changed the ending...you."
"Hmm, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"
"If I had seen you, I wouldn't have forgotten. So, it must be that the original body saw you, but the original body judged that you had no value at that time, so it did not share relevant information with me, but only the impression resonated with me."
"I never thought that even the main body could miscalculate."
Angel didn't speak, not because he was unwilling to, but because he knew from the feedback in the text box that "this" would soon be withdrawn from the Chapter of the Heart.
"Warning! You have been targeted by the 'Demon God's Mind'!"
"An anomaly triggered the 'Confront the Demon God' phase, forcibly activating the spatial barrier of the Chapter of the Heart!"
"The spatial anchoring of the 'Demon God's Thought' is about to fail..."
Countdown: 10
Countdown: 9
"..."
The prompt from the fairy realm clearly indicates that one has been noticed by the divine sense of the demon god, but the fairy realm's powers quickly discovered and began to fix this "bug".
After the countdown ends, the demon's divine will should be temporarily banished.
Therefore, it is meaningless to say anything to Him now.
Anyway, he will see Him again soon... We can talk about it then.
With only three seconds left in the countdown, the demon god's divine sense seemed to realize that its perception was weakening. It gave Angor one last, deep look:
"We'll meet soon."
As the words fell silent, everything returned to stillness.
For the withered ones and the little devil, the demon god's departure was his own choice, but only Angor knew that he was banished.
But it doesn't matter.
The important thing is——
He should now be considered to have fulfilled Normefens's wish of "a glimpse of the demon god's thoughts," right?
Angor himself did not expect that his sincere answers to the questions would be ignored by the Demon God's mind... On the contrary, after summoning Elan, the Demon God's mind could not sit still and took the initiative to look over.
Moreover, it wasn't just a glance; it must have been at least fifty or sixty glances, right?
That's just right.
I was worried that the third question might not trigger the Demon God's Glance, but now I don't have to worry about that anymore.
Next, we should prepare for the third question, but before that, we need to solve the problem with the Decayers.
Thinking of this, Angell turned to look at the withered one.