For minors, there wasn’t much nightlife in a small village, so early the next morning, Amos opened his eyes.
On his first night after transmigrating, his chaotic thoughts had been suppressed by the girl’s smile, and he had slept soundly.
The sweetest sleep.
After casually washing up, Amos knocked on the girl’s door.
His first sentence was asking what they were having for breakfast, the second was what they were having for lunch, and the third was what they were having for dinner.
The response he got was the girl’s eye roll.
“Eat, eat, eat, that’s all you think about!” The girl stepped aside and let Amos enter the room.
Cyrene’s room had the same layout as Amos’s and similar decorations.
It was just that Cyrene’s room used pink as the main color and blue as the secondary color, while Amos’s room was exactly the opposite.
But the style was completely the same, both having the lavish feel the girl liked.
The moment he entered, Amos spotted something on the recliner.
It was a leather pouch that could be attached to a belt.
“It’s done already?” Amos wasn’t polite at all and immediately hung the pouch on his waist.
It had a metal clasp and fine stitching, something good enough to sell at the market.
“It’s not difficult to make, but…
are you really…
going to carry it outside?” Cyrene sounded hesitant, and Amos naturally knew what she was hesitating about.
So he openly took out the notebook the girl had given him from his pocket.
It fit perfectly into the pouch, and there were several smaller compartments for ink.
That’s right, Amos had asked Cyrene to make the pouch last night, though he hadn’t expected her to finish so quickly.
“Of course.
You know my dream is to become a scholar.
This notebook is the first step into the academic world.
No amount of money will make me sell it in the future.” “Really…” The girl’s cheeks reddened slightly.
She looked happy and shy that he valued her gift so much.
Amos smiled slightly when he saw this.
The little girl still lacked experience.
If it were the older Cyrene, even if she felt embarrassed, she wouldn’t show it.
She would only be happy like a child who had eaten sweet potatoes.
“So, what’s for breakfast?” ——— After breakfast, the two headed to the Courtyard of Rites.
Though they were still young, they had already become independent.
Two years after graduating from school, Cyrene had become an apprentice priestess of Oronyx and could use some simple prayers.
Although Amos had not awakened his memories during his first seventeen years, the influence of his previous life’s memories had given him a far deeper understanding of the world than ordinary people, so he had become a repairman, helping villagers fix tools they weren’t confident in repairing themselves.
As for Phainon, he helped his family but hadn’t given up his dream of adventure.
So occasionally, like now, he would follow the village hunters or trade ships to other villages and experience different places and customs.
They all had bright futures.
Speaking of Phainon, Amos had thought of how to take the first step toward establishing himself in Amphoreus.
That was…
To do nothing.
Because Aedes Elysiae was destined to be swallowed by the Black Tide.
Unlike the other cities consumed by the Black Tide, the Black Tide that destroyed Aedes Elysiae was personally brought down by Lygus.
Its purpose was to drive the two destined demigod Chrysos Heirs out of the village and into the calculations.
So he needed to do nothing.
As long as he stayed beside the two Chrysos Heirs, he would naturally enter the wider world.
“Amos, you’re finally here.
There are several things waiting for you to fix these past two days!” “Look, this is the little wooden horse from the Phales family, and Dosoro’s wagon axle…
I heard a windmill in the south stopped turning.
Several craftsmen are working on it, but I think they’ll still have to come find you.” The warehouse manager of the Courtyard of Rites smiled happily when he saw Amos.
There was no special reason.
It was just ordinary village greetings.
Amos answered with a smile, but deep in his eyes lay cold hesitation.
Aedes Elysiae was destined to be swallowed by the Black Tide, so…
What about these friendly villagers?
If he saved them, would that attract Lygus’s attention?
But if he didn’t…
‘Forget it.’ ‘No point thinking too much.
Better stick to the plan.’ Phainon would soon return with the trade ship, and Amos would use him to determine the current point in Amphoreus’s timeline.
——— As everyone knew, the cycle calculations of Amphoreus had two phases.
The first phase was the normal cycle, where civilization gradually evolved from inorganic life to organic life.
In the final cycle, Phainon and Cyrene discovered the truth.
Cyrene had Phainon kill her, drawing the gaze of the “Outer God” and resetting the world.
The thirty million cycles familiar to players, the Eternal Cycle, began from there.
For Amos, determining the current time in Amphoreus was very important.
Because it directly affected his relationship with the final boss of the Eternal Cycle phase, the Flame-Chaser.
The Flame-Chaser possessed memories from all thirty million lifetimes.
If Amos had established a good relationship with the first Phainon before the Eternal Cycle began, then perhaps he could also maintain stable cooperation with the Flame-Chaser later.
Just as the Flame-Chaser had repeatedly cooperated with Cealus over the Coreflames.
But if he only met Phainon during the Eternal Cycle, then trying to persuade the Flame-Chaser with countless memories would be far harder than fooling the innocent and pure Phainon.
Holding a hammer and constantly tapping away, thoughts surged in Amos’s mind.
He thought while working and lost track of time.
Until the girl’s voice sounded beside him again.
“Finished yet?” “Soon.” Amos looked up at the sunlight.
There was no sun in Amphoreus, only the Dawn Device, so one couldn’t judge the time by the sun’s position and could only estimate it by the color of the light.
It was probably around one in the afternoon.
‘Time to eat.’ So what were they having for lunch?
Just as Amos was about to ask, Cyrene said, “Phainon is back.” Amos raised an eyebrow.
“Where is he?
Why hasn’t he come to pay his respects?” “I only ran into him when I went to receive the trade ship.
He said he bought some easy-to-grow seeds and was preparing to deliver them to the little fairies~” ‘Little fairies…’ Amos’s mind wavered, and a hidden memory resurfaced.
‘Right!
The Lost Realm!’ This body had also been there.
The field the three of them had cultivated was located at the entrance to the Lost Realm.
The Lost Realm was something precious.
Its essence was the first and last story written by Cyrene, another “Eternal Page.” It was a special place that would not be swallowed by the Black Tide and existed beyond Amphoreus’s cycle.
But why hadn’t he remembered it before…
Come to think of it, after Phainon left Aedes Elysiae, he seemed to have forgotten about the Lost Realm as well.
Considering how Lygus later directly revealed information about the inside of the Lost Realm, the place definitely wasn’t imaginary, so…
Was the Lost Realm itself special, just as Cyrene had said?
Only innocent children could enter it and remember it?
Unexpectedly touching upon a chance to transcend Amphoreus’s cycle, Amos felt excited.
But just as the corners of his mouth rose, another piece of news caused his thoughts to freeze.
“Remember the prophecy we made for Phainon together in the Lost Realm a few days ago?
I never thought Phainon’s fate would be so extraordinary.
I wonder if he met those destined companions during this trip?” Memories surged once more, and familiar scenes appeared in his mind.
But this time, memories from before and after his transmigration surfaced together.
A few days ago, Cyrene’s Oracle Cards had suddenly disappeared, replaced by a letter left behind by a fairy, and the two had gone together to the Lost Realm.
Unable to endure the little fairies pestering them, and following the simple logic that whoever wasn’t present should bear the responsibility, they had conducted a divination for Phainon.
Fate revealed that Phainon would listen to the teachings of the “Gatekeeper,” inherit the splendid clothes of the “Weaver,” learn the reason of the “Scholar,” and serve beside the “King.” The “Traveler” would clear obstacles for him.
The “Maiden” would watch over his soul.
The “Physician” would heal the wounds in his heart.
And in the end, with everyone’s support, Phainon would become the “Deliverer” and fulfill everyone’s wishes.
The prophecy was too heavy, and they didn’t know whether they should reveal it.
So they left the contents of the prophecy inside the Lost Realm and waited for Phainon to discover it himself.
And…
At the end of the prophecy, Village Chief Dolimem had foreseen that the Lost Realm would soon welcome a new fairy.
This meant that the outside world was about to suffer a catastrophe.
‘Th-This…” ‘Isn’t this the final cycle calculation before the Eternal Cycle?’ If nothing unexpected happened, there would also be a Savior from beyond the skies in the future, accompanied by Lygus, recalling this very scene.
The timeline of Amphoreus had been determined.
It was before everything began, a point in time very favorable for Amos’s plans.
But Amos couldn’t be happy.
Because Phainon had already entered the Lost Realm and seen those prophecies, which meant…
“Ah!” A piercing scream rang out from the distance.
Amos and Cyrene turned their heads at the same time.
On the village’s main road, a twisted, ominous, evil figure had suddenly appeared and pierced a passerby’s chest with a single strike.
Farther away, black and red shadows slowly flowed across the sky, swallowing everything.
The Black Tide had descended.
The story of Amphoreus had begun.