"Who says that."
To the words of the mad scholar, the knight replied with the simplest answer: "Isn’t my soul enough?"
Hearing this, the scholar raised his head in some confusion: [Your soul?]
[Aren’t you trying to build the road, reach the parallel universe, and create the world you desire?]
"No."
Raising his head, Ian looked at the now empty starry sky, murmuring to himself: "I only just realized, it’s all too late... the true secret behind Terra, all the truths hidden in the past, I missed it from the beginning."
"Walking on the wrong path, you’ll never get the right answers."
"So... I want to prove a question."
[What question]
The sealed soul’s nonexistent heart began to throb, and he suddenly realized that the person before him might be a madman even crazier than himself.
No, he was indeed crazier than himself—otherwise, he couldn’t stand at the end, interrogating him as the final "victor"!
"I want to prove that all the problems on Terra have a correct answer."
Said softly, the overlord who conquered the world calmly stated: "I want to prove that there is a perfect ending that can satisfy everyone."
"Even if there’s no road leading to this end, I will create such a road."
"So I found you, Road Builder Kerraith. Tell me everything you know, and I will make it happen."
[...Okay!]
The entire soul trembled, quaked, and the sealed soul laughed wildly: [Come then, I will give you all of me—whether it be the Silver Sky Gateway, the Path-building Method, the Eternal Path, or my very soul itself]
[You madman, if even you can’t succeed, it proves my path is meaningless!]
The visions kept swirling.
Time continued its retrospection.
Pure silence persisted in the void.
"Didn’t expect..."
The first to break the silence was Yisen Gard, the young man with blond hair bashfully smiled and said: "I actually looked pretty handsome in the end? From this look, the power in me and the Dark Key still have value..."
"Shut up."
And Ian lightly said: "After finally walking this path perfectly, do you want me to repeat the reincarnation once again?"
"Besides... all this..."
At this moment, the prophet took a deep breath.
He gazed at the ring constructed by countless turquoise light spots before him, whispered to himself: "Indeed, was this all designed by myself?"
This is a net.
A net that surpasses Ian’s emotions and wisdom, designed by the will of ’Ian’ through countless reincarnations.
They designed every encounter, every separation, every opportunity and crisis, believing firmly they could resolve them.
How arrogant, how despicable!
Mother didn’t have to die from exhaustion originally, it was me, the ’Ian’ who needed a brother to awaken the ’Retrospection Vision’, thus delaying the awakening of my memory, letting all this unfold!
Teacher Hiliad could also have not died so early, it was also me, who showed the prophet’s talent, making the teacher who didn’t want to stay in Harrison Port stay here, fight the Natives and Weyges, and finally leave early, leaving the Silver Chip and the Unyielding Fortress’s inheritance to me!
Even Weyges wasn’t an absolute enemy; at the right time, he could be convinced, becoming a steadfast wall in my early growth and finally shed his last blood for my dream...
Arbitrarily kneading, destroying, and shaping their potential into the form I desired; turning all past and future conditions into a long road to a further destiny...
No wonder Kerraith eventually submitted to him, for compared with Ian, this most terrifying Road Builder, his evil was merely dust in the wind.
Time after time of reincarnation, traversing parallel universes repeatedly.
Only Ian walks this seemingly endless long road.
The endless cycle turns, every fragment, every reincarnation, each time abandoning his soul, crafting himself anew repeatedly.
[My original character was too dull, I need a more cheerful, more amiable personality]
[Too many memories of Earth, utterly unnecessary, erase most subjective memories, leave key knowledge and character-forming points, discard the rest]
[...If Weyges survives, I can’t gain Marquis Barton’s complete trust, and there will be trouble from the Imperial Capital...]
[I won’t say sorry. I can only promise you, before I walk to the end I desire, I will never stop]
[Forever]
So...
At this moment, Ian opened his arms to the infinite cycle, to the boundless versions of himself.
"It hurts, doesn’t it."
He said softly, the tone calm: "It’s lonely, isn’t it?"
"Walking on the wrong path, trying wrong for yourself, paving the way for the future... condensing the immortality in the ’Guiding Star’ that can freely communicate parallel universes with your soul... I say, why doesn’t the Guiding Star need path-building, it’s all because you have long burned your souls, smoothing all hardships for me."