[In the worst of fates.] [A genius meets an untimely demise.] Bayle watched helplessly as Ms.
Herta’s head was placed onto the Iron Tomb’s head.
The moment the fusion was complete, the newborn Lord Ravager slowly opened its eyes.
Those eyes still retained Ms.
Herta’s contours, but they had turned a pure, dark color, with flames of destruction burning within.
The Path Interstice began to collapse and shatter inch by inch, unable to withstand the massive energy fluctuations…
“…” From this moment on, there was no longer a Genius Society #83, Ms.
Herta.
In her place, there was Emperor III.
The Third War of the Emperors officially began!
[Waaaah, even after Ms.
Herta turned into a big chunk of iron, she’s still as charming as ever.
I’m down!] [Are you guys really loyal fans of Ms.
Herta?
Why does it feel like you don’t feel a shred of heartache now that she’s dead?] [Who said I don’t feel heartache?
I’ve already ripped my own heart out and started sewing it back together with a needle.] [Why?] [Because my heart is broken, waaaah, I have to sew it back together, otherwise it’d be bad if I lost it…] Bayle’s mind was filled with the scene of Ms.
Herta’s death just now.
Looking at the barrage comments, he not only had no desire to make snarky remarks but even felt a bit nauseous.
…So bloody.
He saw the Herta Space Station’s first reaction was to launch an attack.
He saw countless machines slowly appearing around Ms.
Herta…
no, around Emperor III, becoming a powerful asset for Emperor III.
In a very short time, interstellar fleets, starships, and various factions sent people to try and strangle this newborn disaster in the cradle.
This scene looked so familiar…
Bayle thought for a long time before belatedly realizing…
this was the exact scene he saw when he first arrived in this world.
Emperor III was besieged by the entire galaxy, and he had been powerless to do anything about it.
Clearly…
just a few minutes ago, Ms.
Herta’s proud and unrestrained face was still vividly reflected in his eyes.
Was it…
really over just like that?
The moment before being devoured, he only had one thought in his mind.
I’m not reconciled!
[First reversal mission failed.
Returning to the system space.] [10, 9, 8…] Bayle opened his eyes in the blank system space, stunned for two seconds, then closed them again.
“What the…
I thought it was a one-Life speedrun.
Turns out it’s a multi-loop.
It almost scared me to death…” [Hehehe…
thrilling!
Five-star review!] [What?
You expected to solve the problem directly at the root cause?
That’s obviously impossible.
I’m not watching anymore.
There’s no way that’s possible, okay?] Bayle took a moment to calm down, then glanced at his point total.
Oh, 822.
It seems this trip did manage to stir up quite a lot of emotion from these guys.
Although he didn’t know who these barrage users were, nor how many people were on the other side…
there wasn’t even a signature.
What a bad review.
He couldn’t even figure out who his top donor was.
Forget it, forget it.
He was already dead anyway.
Enough of that.
Bayle browsed through his point exchange shop, looking at the long string of glittering zeros at the very top, and swallowed his saliva.
Aeon combat power: 10,000,000 points.
Omniscience and omnipotence: 10,000,000 points.
Bayle tapped the screen and counted: one…
ten…
hundred…
thousand…
ten million…
Hiss…
looks like dying ten thousand times would do it.
Doesn’t seem that unreachable, right?
Just as he was thinking along those lines, his body suddenly shuddered.
He paused, belatedly realizing what he had just been thinking about.
Dying ten thousand times…
even a god would go crazy, right?
Abandoning these unrealistic thoughts, he happily went to look at what he could afford.
As of now, there wasn’t much he could afford.
A Point of Choice: 500 points.
In-mission time rewind: 500 points.
And he could only afford one.
[Beginner’s guide has concluded.
Next, please choose the time and location yourself once you are ready.] [System 001 is dedicated to serving you.] “…” “???” Bayle didn’t know what to say for a moment.
So, after all that, he was transported to a time point where he was doomed to die, then forced to experience a death, and all of this was supposedly a beginner’s guide???
What kind of beginner’s guide pushes the host toward death???
Perhaps because Bayle’s expression was too shocked, the barrage kindly began to explain to him.
[This is the beginner’s guide.
No need to make such a constipated face.] [Just tell me, did the beginner’s guide help you successfully learn to use the power of the Path in a short time?
Did it help you roughly understand what the current situation is?] [This is the simplest, most convenient, and fastest method.
You should be counting your blessings.] Bayle: “…Thanks a lot.” [You’re welcome, you’re welcome.
We’re all friends here, right?
You’d better hold out for a bit longer, otherwise…] “Otherwise what?” The barrage was chaotic, full of useless chatter.
Bayle wanted to find the follow-up to that comment.
But he failed.
That person didn’t seem to intend to answer his question.
Bayle organized his thoughts and decided to sort out the world line first.
“I don’t quite understand, System.
Can I know why the Iron Tomb locked onto Ms.
Herta?
There are so many geniuses, or rather, so many capable people…” “Why her of all people?
And wasn’t the Iron Tomb something Zandar used to elbow Nous?
Why did Ms.
Herta have to be the one to suffer?” [Please find the answer yourself, Host.] A cold system with no human touch…
fine…
Bayle decisively chose to chat with the barrage.
The barrage had plenty of thoughts.
[Maybe it’s because Ms.
Herta is too beautiful, and the Iron Tomb fell in love with her at first sight.
It fell hopelessly in love with Ms.
Herta, eventually loving her into its very bones and blood, and offering itself to Ms.
Herta.] [What the hell?
Which version of the unofficial history are you talking about?
The Iron Tomb is an inorganic Life form; it’s debatable if it even has its own thoughts, let alone falling in love at first sight, hopelessly…
Do you think you’re writing a novel?
In my opinion, you’re the one who’s hopeless!] [Hey, hey, hey, don’t fight.
Use polite language, start with the barrage~] [Which eye did you see me using impolite language with?!] [It doesn’t matter, whichever one it is, if it’s gouged out, you won’t be able to see, hehehe…] “Hiss…
what is all this nonsense.” Bayle watched the barrage go off-topic again and helplessly rubbed his temples.
Finally, he decided to ask from a different angle.
“Fine, let’s change the question…
Which time point do you think I should transport to next in order to prevent this ending?” Hearing this fresh question, the barrage immediately offered suggestions enthusiastically.
[If you ask me, transport directly to when Ms.
Herta was just born!
Tell her directly: Girl, you’re going to lose your head when you grow up, then start safety education from a young age!
Teach a genius to be a waste!] [The person above is too slow!
In my opinion, transport to when Zandar was just conceiving the Iron Tomb plan, and dump laxatives into his coffee—no, just Himeko’s coffee!
Keep him too busy to cause trouble!] [Too small-minded!
Go find the Aeon directly!] [Tell Qlipoth, “Big brother, stop building walls and take care of your kid first,” or find Aha, and have The Aeon of Elation tell the Iron Tomb a joke, laugh it to death!] [Aha: I like this one!] [But what does Qlipoth have to do with this?] [Who cares!
Just shout it anyway.]