Khaslana revealed everything he knew, even in greater detail than what he had told Cerydra a thousand years ago.
Amos could not help falling silent after hearing it.
Most people’s understanding of difficult problems is a blackboard full of writing, drafts flying everywhere, cigarette butts smoked down to the point of burning fingers, and a bald head.
But in reality, complicated calculations are not the same as difficulty.
They represent something that can be solved.
The truly difficult problems are often those that are extremely simple to describe.
You can understand the question at a glance, yet still cannot find an answer.
For example, Cyrene.
If they did not want the world to be destroyed, they had to kill Cyrene and obtain the power to turn back time.
But if they did not kill Cyrene, the world would be destroyed, and Cyrene would disappear as well.
So, how could Cyrene be saved?
The two stayed silent for quite a while.
Clearly, neither of them had the answer right now.
So they decided to deal with the things that could be dealt with.
“You said you woke up a thousand years ago in this cycle and inherited all the flames?” “Yes.” “Then what about Lady Aglaea and Teacher Tribbie?” “After taking over the Coreflame of Conflict, I became the nominal demigod of Castrum Kremnos, so under my advice, the people of Kremnos merged with Okhema.” “Teacher Tribbie is currently in Okhema, assisting Mydei in guiding the Flame Chasing journey.” “But Lady Aglaea and Miss Cyrene…” Khaslana did not continue, but Amos had already guessed where they had gone.
Without obtaining the Coreflame of Romance, Aglaea had dissipated in the Black Tide.
In this cycle, Cyrene no longer needed to bear a Coreflame, so she, who had always remained by Aglaea’s side, had disappeared as well.
“What do you plan to do?
Continue collecting all the flames?” Khaslana fell silent.
If anyone else had asked this question, his answer would have come without hesitation.
The flames absolutely could not fall into the lie of Re-Creation.
Just like Cyrene had to be killed, this was the foundation for continuing the cycle of Amphoreus.
He could not hesitate before anyone, even former companions.
Because they had never personally witnessed the truth behind Re-Creation.
When faced with a choice that determined the fate of the world, no matter how much evidence Khaslana presented, they would still be extremely cautious.
But with Amos, and a Amos who also came from the previous cycle, Khaslana hesitated.
“Let me guess what you’re thinking.
Do you feel that this new cycle is different from what you imagined?” “You originally thought that the people conducting the calculation experiment would do everything they could to stop you from obtaining the flames and continuing Re-Creation.” “But the truth is that everything has been peaceful.
You acquired many flames without trouble, yet the one behind the scenes never appeared.” “You’re worried that the Audience is preparing some plot capable of destroying all of Amphoreus in one move, or perhaps you’re even more worried that it has done nothing at all…” “Because it doesn’t care.” Khaslana’s eyes trembled slightly, and he finally showed the helpless expression Amos was familiar with.
“Sometimes I really wonder whether you can read minds, my friend.” “Do you remember the experiments we used to do?” Khaslana showed a trace of a relaxed smile.
“Of course.
Teacher Anaxa looked down on all rules, but regarded experimental principles as sacred.” “Every time we had to repeat experiments many times, remove all kinds of variables, and collect enough data before reaching the most accurate conclusion.
That’s what you mean, right?” Amos also showed an expression that said, “There’s hope for you yet.” “Just do your best, Phainon.
It’s only a larger experiment.” “Don’t use that comparison.
I don’t have any good feelings toward the word experiment.” “Oh right, can the method you used to inherit memories be used on others?” Khaslana sounded somewhat excited.
If everyone could inherit memories, not only would they be able to search for a way to save the world more efficiently, but the journey through the cycles would also become much easier.
Amos answered with some hesitation, “In theory, yes, but…” “But what?” “If the world is really just a calculation, then both the Black Tide swallowing the world and the Chrysos Heirs recreating the world are results the experiment wants to obtain.” “In that case, looking only at the results…” “The golden blood of the Chrysos Heirs…
may have the same origin as the Black Tide that destroys the world.” ——— Arriving in Okhema ten years earlier felt completely different from the previous cycle.
This time, the Goldweaver Aglaea had died in battle during Cerydra’s era.
The one ruling Okhema now was the Undying Little Prince of Castrum Kremnos.
There was no universal network, nor Aglaea’s inclusive principles of rule.
Instead, there were stronger city defenses, tougher warriors, and the solemnity of iron and fire tempered through war.
But ordinary people’s lives were not much different from the Aglaea era.
Perhaps because Tribbie had been mediating things.
Hyacine, Castorice, Mydei, Tribbie.
Meeting his companions once again filled Amos with many feelings.
Relying on information from the previous cycle, Amos quickly built good relationships with his companions in this cycle.
There was no need to mention Tribbie.
Since Amos could call her teacher, it naturally meant he had received her guidance.
In fact, Tribbie had a hobby few people knew about.
She liked being a teacher.
Though her body looked like that of a child, memories did not fade.
Many lost histories were known only by Tribios, the original Chrysos Heir, Tribbie.
In the previous cycle, Amos and Mydei often asked Tribbie about history.
However, what surprised Amos was that there were many Tribbie in this cycle.
More than thirty of them were active in Okhema alone.
Compared to the original Tribbie, this was still a heavy loss, but considering the chaos of Amphoreus, Khaslana had probably done his best to protect them.
There was no need to say much about Mydei either.
That guy carried heavy thoughts.
The only way to build a relationship with him was to gain his approval.
Either through strength or wisdom.
In short, just interacting normally was enough.
Because of Khaslana’s interference, Hyacine and Castorice took far fewer detours in this cycle and were directly brought before Tribbie to study.
Khaslana’s original plan had been to personally lead Okhema after the trio from Aedes Elysiae arrived, and then send all the younger generation, including Mydei, to the Grove of Epiphany.
But now that he knew Amos had also crossed over, Khaslana changed his plan immediately.
“You want me to teach them?” “That’s right.” Khaslana nodded.
“Although according to our plan, you can’t reveal the truth about crossing over, you can teach under the name of genius.” “Mastering General Element Theory in one month, deciphering divine prayers in three months, and reaching mastery in alchemy within half a year.
As a genius, you’re fully qualified to teach them.” Amos thought about it.
With his current knowledge, though he could not explain profound truths through simple words like Anaxa, laying foundations for the Chrysos Heirs would be more than enough.
Besides, the Chrysos Heirs were not studying to become scholars.
They studied to broaden their horizons, so that they could walk more smoothly on the Flame Chasing journey.
“No problem.
But no matter how you look at it, the Grove of Epiphany is the best place for learning.
Why must they stay in Okhema?” Khaslana said nothing.
He simply activated his divine power and lightly cut his palm.
Drops of brilliant golden blood fell in front of Amos.
Their heat slightly charred the wooden table.
Amos raised his head and looked at Khaslana seriously.
“You want me to study golden blood and the Lost Realm, so that they can preserve memories too?” Naturally, such research could not be done in the Grove.
“That’s right.” “All I can say is that I’ll do my best.” “I believe in you.” Khaslana left the room, his steps much lighter.
But Amos inside the room could not help supporting his forehead.
On the surface, it looked as though he was troubled by the research topic, but in reality, he was worried about Khaslana.
That guy seemed to be looking forward to a world where all the Chrysos Heirs retained memories of the cycles.
From the perspective of principles alone, it seemed possible.
As long as souls and memories could be separated, all Chrysos Heirs could preserve memories through the Lost Realm.
But Amos knew Khaslana’s idea was doomed to remain a fantasy.
Because Chrysos Heirs and ordinary people were different, and those destined to become demigods were worlds apart from ordinary Chrysos Heirs.
The destined golden blood and ordinary golden blood definitely had different properties, and those properties likely lay completely beyond the scope of Amphoreus’s observation.
Just as people in the ordinary world cannot sense internal energy, those in low-martial worlds cannot sense spiritual energy, and cultivators cannot sense immortal power.
Besides, even if the special nature of destined golden blood were truly observed, would the Administrator really sit by and watch the twelve most important factors escape the calculations?
Khaslana’s idea was destined to fail.
But the research was still necessary.
After all, it was related to a path to saving the world that Amos had once conceived.
He called it: “Polka Kakamond.” In theory, as long as Amos never stopped learning, one day he would understand everything about Amphoreus.
At that time, Amphoreus would become his “Small Omniscient Domain,” and the road leading beyond Amphoreus would naturally reveal itself.
Of course, this was the dumbest possible method.
Not only was it time-consuming and exhausting, but more importantly, after doing so, the first thing outside the world that he encountered would most likely be Lygus’s iron fist.