Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

296 So-called Immortality (1)

“Camilla, are you trying to bring forward the war?”

A voice thundered over the Lake of Entropy in the Moon Realm, a plane of existence beyond Currere. A chorus of more than ten voices echoed the question, each with a distinct tone ranging from anger and puzzlement to teasing and sadness. The voices were so powerful that they caused ripples in the endless Lake of Entropy.

Suddenly, a towering tree emerged in the middle of the lake, only to start decaying as the voice spoke. Countless maggots turned into flies, which soon rotted and died, falling into the lake like dregs.

The tree transformed into a voluptuous female figure, as if a craftsman had used rotten roots to create a work of art.

“So, you’re starting to think that I went overboard? But didn’t you expect me to help you eliminate the Currere Calamity not long ago? I’m seriously helping you fulfill your wishes now,” the female wooden carving that seemed to be pregnant said. Her tone seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

As she spoke, the structure that formed her lips turned into wood shavings and scattered to the ground.

The voices that echoed over the Lake of Entropy fell silent. After a long time, a hoarse voice that sounded like an old woman and a sweet girl at the same time spoke up.

“If you only have plans of pulling Ravenwood into your domain, we naturally won’t object to your decision,” the voice said, tinged with suspicion. “But now, at this critical moment, how can we be sure that you won’t use a Moonanchor to fix Currere’s history?”

The other two Moon Realm goddesses, who were also worshiped in the Blackwater Swamp, had such doubts in the past.

Or rather, rather than doubt, this was more like a reminderThey reminded Camilla, not out of friendship, but because They shared interests.

However, Camilla replied indifferently, “You don’t need to be sure. Even if I were to compile Ravenwood’s history into my very own anthology, it would only give me a minor edge in the war that’s brewing. And trust me, the trouble it might cause you will pale in comparison to having the Calamity claim the Eighth Holy Spirit’s throne. It won’t even be as catastrophic as letting Coles ascend as the 14th sovereign. Remember, you accepted the Father of the Crows as one of your own, so why not embrace my current actions?”

As She spoke, She looked up at the nightmarish sky that seemed to have been smeared with ten-colored crayons.

The statue’s decay continued. A result of Her swift movement caused the statue’s neck to give way, causing the head to tumble into the still waters of the lake.

The head, crafted from rotten wood, had barely discernible facial features. As it sank beneath the surface, She spoke to the sky with a crack that could barely be described as a mouth.

“Do you want me to obtain a slight first-mover advantage on the land that originally belonged to me, or do you want me to watch the Calamity ascend the throne in Currere and join the conflict for the Precept over Currere Whether you want to stop me, the choice is in your hands.”

Her words silenced the ten colors reflected over the Lake of Entropy.

Then, one of the blood-red colors flared up and vanished. Another, a dreamy green, let out a resigned sigh before disappearing.

“So, are you going to try and stop me, Valk?”

The lake rippled gently, and Camilla’s voice sounded again.

The sound of Valk’s cheerful voice echoed through the empty space.

“Why would I? You should know by now that I have no interest in the Precept you guys are fighting for. Frankly, the world you’re planning sounds pretty terrible. Currere, on the other hand, is presently more exciting.”

“So, you’re on the Calamity’s side?” Camilla pressed.

“I have to admit, he’s more interesting than most of you. The possibilities he creates are nothing like what you guys are capable of. Of course, since he rejected becoming one of us, I have the same attitude as you regarding not allowing him to ascend to the Eighth Holy Spirit throne,” the teasing voice replied.

“Then, why did you stay?” Camilla raised Her voice.

“I just felt that you were getting carried away. So I decided to stay and give you a little reminder.”

“Getting carried away?” Camilla interjected with a sneer. “And the Absurdity Jester comes over to remind me not to get carried away?”

“It’s laughable, I know. But isn’t that what jesters in Currere do? They warn people like you, who have the title of sovereigns, of the future in a mocking manner.”

Valk didn’t seem to care about Camilla’s mockery.

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