Looking at the screen filled with joyful barrage, one might think Aha had invaded…
What the hell is all this stuff?
Bayle’s headache grew as he read: “…Come on guys, can you say something reliable?” [Practical?
Alright, alright.] A barrage message pretended to be serious and began offering Bayle advice in all earnestness.
[Based on my years of watching time-travel dramas, the key node should be before Ms.
Herta prepares to meet Nous.
You have to find a way to make her believe you, or…
just kidnap her!] [Kidnap Ms.
Herta?
You?] [You’d probably be exposed the moment she shines a mirror on you!
I suggest Bayle goes to the Xianzhou to learn martial arts for a few years first!
You can also meet Jingliu along the way, preparing to handle her timeline later.] [Learn martial arts?
With that time, you might as well go to Belobog and learn how to mine; at least you’d earn some Credits!] Bayle covered his eyes.
Too painful to watch.
He glanced at the barrage, which had already spiraled into a topic so far off-track it defied logic, and helplessly decided to think for himself.
He turned his gaze to two items in the system shop.
“End of a Choice” and “In-Mission Time Reversal”.
“System, what’s the difference between these two?” [“End of a Choice” can provide a choice hint at a critical moment.
This choice will directly reveal the path it leads to, right up to the final ending.] [“In-Mission Time Reversal” allows for a partial time rewind during a mission, up to a maximum of five days.] “Can I purchase them during the mission?” [Yes.] Bayle felt relieved.
He had been worried that if he couldn’t buy them during the mission, he’d have to agonize over the choice beforehand, since he only had enough points for one.
But now, there was no need to worry.
The specific time point definitely couldn’t be right before the meeting with Nous; by then, the dust would have settled, and the Iron Tomb would be about to emerge.
It definitely had to be earlier…
Bayle couldn’t help but start thinking.
Why would the Trailblazer going to Amphoreus cause such a massive change, simply by swapping planets, such that the Iron Tomb wouldn’t be born at the time Ms.
Herta meets Nous?
Thinking carefully, it didn’t seem like Stelle and Dan Heng did anything particularly crazy in the early stages that would be enough to affect the survival of a world…
Wait a second, it feels like I’ve overlooked something…
Wait!!
Little March!!!
The Garden of Recollection!!
Long Night Moon’s handiwork!!
Bayle felt like he had a sudden realization.
Because Little March went to Amphoreus, Long Night Moon was able to trap the Memokeeper, which caused the Iron Tomb not to hatch early.
And in this timeline, Little March is currently on an adventure with Stelle and the others on some planet I can’t remember…
And there’s no sign of Long Night Moon at all.
“So…
I need to find a way to give Ms.
Herta a general understanding of the Iron Tomb, and as for how to make her understand…” Telling her rashly that she would die in the future definitely wouldn’t work.
To put it bluntly, he was regretting it now—regretting that he hadn’t chosen terminus back then.
But…
even though he wasn’t, that didn’t affect the fact that he was.
Bayle took a deep breath.
“System, I want to go to the timeline just after the Astral Express left Penacony, and for the location, choose Herta Space Station!” [Selection successful.
Location: Herta Space Station.
Teleportation is about to begin.
Please prepare yourself, Host.] The moment before his consciousness faded, he saw someone post a message in the barrage.
[I feel like this guy is boring.
Should we swap him out for another one?] The barrage below was scrolling too fast for Bayle to see clearly before he was teleported to Herta Space Station.
The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to frantically look for the barrage message he had just seen.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, and countless terrifying thoughts flooded his mind.
He swiped frantically, but he couldn’t find that message anywhere.
…Did he misread it?
What if he hadn’t?
What if…
it was really possible to replace him?
What would happen to him?
Death?
Or…
He took a deep breath.
Thinking about these things was meaningless.
He wasn’t strong enough yet; he had no way to control these things.
At this stage, there was only one thing he could do.
Prevent this timeline from heading toward the Third Imperial War.
Everything is to survive…
“How long has it been since I was last here?
How did this Herta Space Station end up with all sorts of people?” Bayle turned his head to see who had come.
The little Ms.
Herta mechanical puppet walked step by step toward him.
She tilted her head up and scanned Bayle.
“Still a troublesome fellow.
Speak, intruder.
How did you enter Herta Space Station, and what are you here for?” “My time is precious; I hope you can explain yourself quickly.” Bayle took three seconds to organize his thoughts.
He smiled faintly.
“Ms.
Herta, as a Genius Society member of the 83rd seat of the Genius Society, I don’t believe you can’t guess my identity.” Ms.
Herta crossed her arms, her gaze deepening.
“I have so many achievements; which one doesn’t sound better than ‘Genius Society’?
Why is it that you all only remember such an ugly title?” Bayle laughed helplessly.
“I suppose only Ms.
Herta would think the title ‘Genius Society’ sounds ugly.” “Enough nonsense.” Ms.
Herta crossed her arms.
“What are you here for?” Bayle didn’t waste words either.
He shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.
“I came here not for any matter, nor for anyone else.
I came here for you.” Ms.
Herta: “…” [Come on, everyone, let’s place our bets.] [Guess how many seconds this kid has before Ms.
Herta blasts him out of Herta Space Station?] [Hmm, ten minutes.] [Too long.
I bet 10 seconds!] [Why would he be blasted out of Herta Space Station?
What he said wasn’t wrong.] [As a hater, I have the right to defend Ms.
Herta’s interests.
Asking why you came to Herta Space Station, and you say all this messy, irrelevant stuff?
Do you think our Lady Herta is very free?] [As a Genius Society, every single minute and second of ours is precious, okay!
You dare to waste a genius’s time?
If Ms.
Herta politely kicks you out of Herta Space Station, that’s just saying she’s too merciful.] [Not polite.] [But then again…
does Ms.
Herta really care about these things?] In fact, Ms.
Herta really didn’t care.
What did it matter to her if someone came to Herta Space Station?
Even if this place were destroyed, it would have nothing to do with her.
The only thing she had cared about from beginning to end was one point.
A hint of curiosity flashed in Ms.
Herta’s eyes.
She curled her lips slightly and said directly.
“For me?
Then I will give you a chance to explain your purpose.” How an Emanator who doesn’t even exist in the Simulated Universe could appear out of thin air.