Herta 2: Chapter 2: Facing Ms.
Herta [Host has selected a Path.
Current identity: Emanator of Nihility.
Please select the first World Line you wish to reverse.] The system’s voice faded.
Bayle gave his fist a symbolic clench, only to discover with surprise…
…that there was absolutely no change.
Bayle: “…Is this system of yours a bootleg?
Where’s my power?
Hey, hey, hey!” […Please select the first World Line you wish to reverse.] Fine…
selectively deaf, are we?
That guy hadn’t lied to him; he really had donated two points.
Bayle excitedly opened the system shop, only to be nearly blinded by the string of zeros behind the prices of the items.
“…” He calmly closed the shop, ignored the barrage of comments laughing their heads off, silently chanted “don’t be angry, don’t be angry” three times, and then set off.
Things would surely get better in the future.
Regardless of when his power would actually arrive, Bayle looked at the four options before him and asked tentatively: “Um…
I choose the fourth World Line, Amphoreus?” [Selection failed.
Please select the first World Line you wish to reverse.] “This is tricky…” Bayle himself was just a lazy gamer who barely played; he hadn’t even finished the main storyline, let alone possessed a deep understanding of these characters.
Why did Ms.
Herta inexplicably fuse with Iron Tomb?
Why did Jingliu inexplicably become the eighth Lord Ravager and go straight after the Abundance?
Zephyro…
he only knew that this Existence was very strong.
But as for exactly how he was strong, in what way, or to what extent, Bayle had no idea.
He tried hard to recall the Xianzhou storyline, but finally gave up in regret.
It had been so long; who could possibly remember?
Looking at the 95% danger rating of the third World Line, Bayle was speechless.
None of these three were below ninety percent.
“Forget it, forget it.
I’ll just choose between the first two.
The first one at least involves facing an Emanator…
the second one might even involve an Aeon stepping in.
I’ll choose the first World Line!” [Selection successful.
First mission: random teleportation.] [Wishing the host a pleasant mission.] Bayle’s vision went black.
The second before his consciousness faded, he wanted to curse.
Could they not let him choose the time and place himself!!!
When his consciousness returned, the moment he opened his eyes, he was met with an enlarged, stunningly beautiful face.
Bayle: “…!!!” Ms.
Herta leaned over to look at the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared near her.
She pinched her chin, her eyes filled with a hint of scrutiny and vigilance.
Bayle felt a bit awkward.
“Ahem…
well, what do you know, what a coincidence.” “Who are you?
Why did you appear here out of thin air?” Ms.
Herta’s tone carried confusion and curiosity.
Rather than vigilance toward an intruder, she was more interested in knowing how this person had appeared here.
Bayle stood up, his brain storming frantically.
“…Where is this?” “The Path Interstice,” Ms.
Herta said, crossing her arms.
“Not a simulated, fictional scenario, but a real, tangible Path Interstice.
So now…
tell me, how did you get here?” “I…” Bayle was completely unprepared.
He snuck a glance at the barrage to see if anyone could offer him any advice.
[Ahhhhhh, my Ms.
Herta!!!
This stunning face is truly authoritative!!!] [Ms.
Herta is peerless!
Ms.
Herta is incredibly intelligent!
Ms.
Herta is breathtakingly beautiful!!!] [Make way, make way, let us sing for Ms.
Herta!!!
Ms.
Herta’s beauty reigns supreme across the universe!
Ms.
Herta’s knowledge will be remembered among the stars!
Ms.
Herta’s name resonates throughout the cosmos!
Ms.
Herta’s power reaches the heavens and the earth!] Bayle: “…” Has this barrage been overrun by Ms.
Herta’s fanatic fans or something, hey!!!
He felt that if he couldn’t come up with a reason, he was going to be sliced up and studied by this peerless Ms.
Herta, ahhhhh!!!
[Hey, don’t panic yet.
It’s a small situation.
She might not necessarily be able to beat you, and besides, this is only the first time.
Worst case, you die a few times; it’s a minor issue.] [Ms.
Herta…
hehehe…
Ms.
Herta…] Bayle couldn’t be bothered to pin his hopes on this bizarre barrage.
Better to just wing it himself.
He looked at the surrounding scene, guessing this was likely where Ms.
Herta met the Aeons.
Hmm…
gamble on it?
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and put on a faint smile.
“Ms.
Herta, you’re here to meet Nous, aren’t you?” Ms.
Herta raised an eyebrow: “Are you answering my question with another question?” Bayle shook his head.
“How I got here isn’t important.
What’s important is that you cannot go meet Nous.
Otherwise, you will face an unimaginable disaster.” Ms.
Herta chuckled.
She crossed her arms and scrutinized Bayle with interest, as if observing an interesting experimental specimen.
“An Emanator of Nihility, do you think you are an Emanator of terminus who can easily see through the future?” Bayle’s heart tightened, but he maintained a calm and composed expression on his face.
“I am not an Emanator of terminus, but I have indeed seen certain…
fragments.” Bayle looked straight into Ms.
Herta’s eyes.
“About you, about Iron Tomb, about…
Emperor III.” Ms.
Herta tilted her head, seemingly interested in this theory.
The Fourth Mirror couldn’t help but speak up: “What kind of thing are you to dare say you can see the future?
I could even say that Ms.
Herta will one day become an Aeon!” Bayle was startled by the mirror suddenly speaking beside him.
“…What the heck?” The Fourth Mirror said proudly: “I am not a ‘what’!
I am the favorite mirror of the great Ms.
Herta!” “Alright, alright, get to the point.” Ms.
Herta interrupted The Fourth Mirror and looked up at Bayle: “You say you’ve seen the future regarding me.
Tell me, what did you see?” “Have you heard of Amphoreus?
That place…” “No,” Ms.
Herta said directly.
She even distracted herself to check the databases she knew, but after scouring the entire cosmos, there was not a single piece of information regarding Amphoreus.
This place seemingly did not exist.
Bayle’s words caught for two seconds, but he decided to bite the bullet and finish what he had to say.
“…It is a place that birthed the next Lord Ravager, Iron Tomb.” “Iron Tomb’s target is Nous, and right now…” “If you go to meet Nous now, you will be used as a shield and forced to fuse with Iron Tomb, becoming the new Lord Ravager.
At that point, the entire universe will be plunged into war.” After hearing this series of bizarre, story-like prophecies, Ms.
Herta was silent for a moment.
“An interesting prophecy.” She spoke slowly, her tone filled with skepticism: “But how do you prove this isn’t a story you made up?”