"Are you saying she’s trying to change the past?"
"Perhaps using ’your future self’ to describe it would be more accurate."
Ethan had read many books about time abilities in his previous life. It was undoubtedly one of the most formidable and mysterious abilities. Nowadays, Lindong can already stop time for long periods and on a large scale. It stands to reason that in the future, as her Magic Power advances further, comprehending the method to reverse time is only natural.
He continued, "However, the more changes she makes to the past, the stronger the effect on the future, possibly even completely beyond her control. Directly revealing all the answers to the present you might fail to facilitate the future she desires."
Change some details and keep the trajectory of history within a manageable range.
If Ethan mastered a similar ability, this would also be his tactic, "Suppose we understand the anomalous space caused by the time warp as Old Ba’s ’contamination zone,’ it suggests that your future self may have reached the same level as Old Ba."
Lindong lowered her head in silence.
Ethan’s theory remained irrefutably reasonable to her, not to mention that she had already witnessed the alteration of historical trajectories firsthand.
Ethan merely turned Mary’s chair into an expanding red tapeworm, turning the Bloody Priestess into the chosen of the Goddess of Life. Apart from those present in the contamination zone at the time, only the "victim" Old Ba knew about the altered history, but for those outside the contamination zone, Mary was always the most devout believer from the start, and that had never changed.
Using Mary as the anchor of time and space, the fates of countless people around her also changed.
For instance, her sister, who depended on her, didn’t die of the plague, and lived a safe and ordinary life in the city-state of survivors.
But... Lindong felt a bit irritable.
She disliked anything that couldn’t be understood.
Ethan concluded, "But this is just my guess, and it may not necessarily be correct."
Lindong asked sullenly.
"Then, your future self surely doesn’t feeling either, but still did it."
Ethan chuckled, "That suggests something worse might happen in the future, compelling you to do this, which is actually a good thing."
"What’s good about that?"
"It indicates you’re not someone who whimsically alters the past just for fun, otherwise the world would be in chaos."
"How can you still laugh about this!"
Why does this student seem so carefree! "Also, why do you seem to understand my upgrading magic better than me? Are you also from the future?"
"No, I don’t have such a powerful ability."
Ethan shifted the topic, "But if future teacher you really became the Evil God, directly studying you wouldn’t be a bad idea."
"How do you plan to study?"
Lindong froze, subconsciously glancing again at the small objects on the ground.
"Haven’t figured it out yet."
Ethan shrugged. He never liked wasting time on uncertain matters and getting caught in meaningless internal consumption. He had many plans to follow up on, first of all, confirming where the missing Kane had gone, and then, perhaps based on the teacher’s hints, finding a suitable opportunity to have a face-to-face talk with Old Ba.
Currently, they were still at the penpal stage.
"Since your future self keeps revolving around us, it seems to indicate that changing the past isn’t easy and likely requires one of us to help her achieve it."
Meanwhile, another presence crossing different planes, closely observing the cave, was initially stunned, then a flicker of anger ignited.
What do you know, showing off!
She couldn’t comprehend what kind of mind Ethan had to understand so much about the future from just a few words; correspondingly, she also couldn’t fathom Ethan’s thoughts.
She folded her arms, shaking with anger, the meat was delivered right to your mouth, yet you were still analyzing ceaselessly!
If it weren’t for the plane separation, she would stomping him right now, not that he wouldn’t enjoy it.
Ah, maybe trying the blindfold wasn’t bad either!
Then, the image between the stars dissipated, and the void space returned to its original emptiness, leaving only an endless seeming solitude.
All sounds were repelled beyond this world.
Amidst being surrounded by stars, that figure fell into deep thought.
It seemed, for the next meeting, I’d have to think of a way to strikingly take the initiative.
Several days later, at the Deep Sea Council.
Yue woke up from a nightmare, sitting up, his body soaked in sweat.
"Young Master, you had a nightmare again."
The head maid, Lily, looked at him with full of concern as she handed over a tray with chilled tomato juice. It was the 26th day Yue was under house arrest. Ever since the confinement started, the young master awoke from the same nightmare every day.
Lily had consulted many doctors, and the diagnostics were varied.
She had tried over a dozen treatment plans, all ultimately ended in failure. Even more worrying for her was the worsening symptoms of the young master. Initially, he was just startled awake; by now, he showed symptoms like cold sweats and a dazed consciousness. She patiently waited by the bed for five minutes before Yue came back to his senses, squeezing a smile on his pale face, taking the tomato juice and gulping it down, not forgetting to praise, "Lily, you truly understand me; there’s nothing quite like a cup of tomato juice after waking up!"
"Young Master, this time your daze lasted five minutes, 20 seconds longer than yesterday."
Lily felt helpless. Aside from recording the duration of Yue’s daze and his state during the nightmares, she had no other means. These details only made her realize the young master’s condition was getting worse.