She had no power to foresee the future and didn’t like doing so either. Could it be that she had fallen in love with herself at first sight?
The second question concerned the contributor of the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, the one called Demi-human girl control.
Is it possible that the insightful person ntioned above is the contributor of the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual?
She knew about the Doomsday Prophecy and recorded it for future generations.
Moreover, she not only knew about the existence and content of other Completion Manuals but could also magically augnt herself through them.
She was both the Transferee who brought about Destruction and the foreseer who prophesied it...
What role did she play in the Destruction, and where is she now?
These questions swirled around, nearly burning Fisher’s mind, yet no answers erged.
Only one fact, cold sweat-inducing yet unavoidable, surfaced.
The Doomsday Prophecy has not yet been resolved!
Under my supervision, Rafael and Moli found it difficult to start a world-ending war, nor would they do so.
The Life and Soul Completion Manuals are in my possession, not yet abused, so I might be able to control their consequences.
For centuries, Renie had watched over this world harmlessly, never hurting anyone, just as the prophecy stated. At most, she would write "epitaphs," not participate in the Destruction directly.
That leaves the Spirit Realm Pollution, the one True God Level pollution dormant within the Spirit Realm...
Only It remains, could It be the essence of Destruction?
"Fisher?"
Moli noticed Fisher suddenly zoning out, his face losing its previous calm, and not knowing what he was thinking about, she had to ask,
"Are you okay, suddenly falling silent?"
Fisher snapped back from the puzzles, smiling and shaking his head, and said,
"Sorry, I was contemplating what you said. I once learned two ways to reach Mythical Rank from a friend: one involves Chaos, best not considered; the other seems to require a deeper understanding and acceptance of so world rules, I wonder if that helps you..."
This friend referred to "Helair."
"Rules..."
Moli paused slightly, thoughtfully touching her chin as if so inspiration flashed through her mind, unclear if she seized and retained it. But she couldn’t imdiately awaken just because Fisher ntioned it, or she wouldn’t be troubled by reaching the Mythical Rank, living willfully like her mother.
Footsteps sounded again outside the door, prompting Fisher to look up and remark,
"Today’s Dragon Court is lively; it seems previous events have made a significant impact here."
"Yes, but it’s not only about past events. We’re about to go to war with the Fake Court due to its movents, so everything must be mobilized... By the way, Fisher, you haven’t told where you’ve been since we parted. I’ve been searching for you all these years with no success, and I bet Rafael is the sa."
"She" presumably refers to Rafael.
Fisher hesitated briefly and briefly ntioned his venture to the Northern Realm and the battle with Erwin within the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree, naturally without delving into extensive details, just highlighting important points.
Upon learning of "Erwin’s" death, Moli was montarily dazed, showing little significant reaction, as if he still lived sowhere in the world, waiting for her to kill him.
Perhaps the shadow of Saint Nali had not entirely disappeared from Moli’s heart, and whether her insistence on staying at the Dragon Court to aid Rafael involved Elizabeth, is unknown.
No one has ever questioned the grievances within, and she has never ntioned them to anyone.
But at this mont, she thought again of that filthy flesh at the bottom of Nali Lake, pursing her lips and saying,
"When that demon used flesh to summon their master earlier, I thought of that mastermind... I didn’t realize he had been defeated by Fisher. Thus, part of the revenge for my aunt has been exacted... Thank you, Fisher."
"To be precise, it wasn’t really who defeated her. At the ti, I was far inferior to her, in both Rank and everything else... maybe it was luck, maybe she chose to let go voluntarily; ultimately, she failed and died, entombed in the Northern Realm."
"Luck?"
Moli smiled slightly upon hearing this, then turned her head to look at the hem of her High Priest Robe, shaking her head imdiately, she said,
"Perhaps there never was anything like luck. If there must be, then it should have been my luck. In fact... Fisher, I’ve always felt a bit guilty towards you..."
"Guilty? Why do you say that?"
"Look... I constantly think, if it wasn’t for Fisher helping find my aunt, if it wasn’t for sheltering , wouldn’t Fisher have been forced to leave his holand, beco his country’s fugitive, lost in exile?"
Moli’s pale fingers tightened the fabric into layers of creases, a hint of hesitation and doubt surfacing on her expression,
"Back then, I was too immature to help Fisher. Co to think of it, during my ti at Saint Nali, I was like a drag. Without Mother, without Ramasitia’s help, I could do nothing. I can’t even imagine if not for Fisher, I might have foolishly ended like my aunt...
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