A round-eared half-human who looked honest and simple poked his head in and answered the question.
"Have you really been there?"
McCarthy Delin’s question plunged the half-human into deep thought.
All memories of his homeland lingered vaguely and distantly in his mind, and the next question shattered this ethereal "background story" to pieces.
—"What exactly happened between you and your kin in the Moonlight Woodland?"
The silence engulfed not only the round-eared half-human but also puzzled all the axe-wielding warriors.
But logically speaking, this question should not be difficult.
It was truly strange.
They clearly knew where they come from and where they were going, yet once they tried to trace the details, they recalled nothing.
Suddenly waking from a dream, knowing they need to grab weapons and fight humans to death.
Those humans betrayed their gods; they were shameless beings.
And this war had been developing unfavorably for them.
The silence outside the door was the best response to McCarthy Delin. It seemed the "amnesia" did not only appear in humans. This was definitely not a byproduct of exploring the magic web, but maybe everyone in this world was affected by this disease.
McCarthy Delin’s heart was pounding wildly.
He felt he had touched the truth of this world.
This truth had transcended the war itself. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
Kane and Lindong listened to McCarthy Delin’s questioning, involuntarily surprised, as they were witnessing the process of a puppet breaking free from control, and it appeared he was trying to awaken more puppets like him.
Only they couldn’t fathom how McCarthy Delin’s anomaly had emerged.
This was a world created by Kaisaros, where every living creature born here had to live according to its intentions. The half-human outsider naturally couldn’t answer McCarthy Delin’s question.
Because their background stories weren’t important.
Both half-humans and humans exist merely as props for the trial of courage, and when their mission ends, everything here must be overthrown and reset.
Not only were background knowledge irrelevant, but many of the "puppets" didn’t even have their names set.
In McCarthy Delin’s camp, there were numerous nameless Elemental Shapers, who had long been used to generically addressing each other with terms like "hey" or "buddy," only those who left a profound impression on Kaisaros were worthy of a name.
The half-humans were the same.
Until now, they didn’t know any of the half-humans’ names; they only had distinctions by ranks.
Officer, or ordinary soldier.
It was clear that when Kaisaros created this world, it didn’t care about these individuals; their existence was merely to make here look more like a real battlefield.
Wherever war breaks out, someone needs to fill the battlefield, someone needs to bleed and die, so the tragedy of war can be conveyed.
"So what about you, Miss Lindong?"
McCarthy Delin’s gaze finally landed on Lindong.
The truth of this world was brought by the witch before him, and now he no longer considered why Lindong, as a human, appeared in the enemy’s base with seemingly high status among the half-humans; in face of the truth, faction lines were no longer significant.
"To participate in the trial."
This answer drew everyone’s attention.
"Simple, the rules say that as long as your head is taken, it counts as a victory."
Lindong said, "There are three participants in this trial. Theoretically, we are competitors."
"...Mr. Ethan is also one of the participants?"
This explained everything.
Including why the two would use "Thoughtless Spellcasting," and why they seemed to know a lot of things beyond this world.
Even when he proposed the idea of establishing an academy and invited them, they remained composed, seemingly already knowing the course of future history.
"Then why didn’t you act by the lake? That seemed the best opportunity."
McCarthy Delin recalled the encounter by the lake.
Until now, he still couldn’t assess the two’s prowess in Elemental Shaping magic, a field even he hadn’t touched.
He had no doubt that Ethan and Lindong could complete this trial before the Elemental Shapers in the camp arrived.
"Because that was too simple, no challenge at all."
For a moment, the room fell silent.
Eliminating McCarthy Delin had nearly exhausted all their means, yet Lindong saw it merely as a trial devoid of challenge.
"This is Kaisaros’ will, not ours."
So, before entering the trial of courage, they had already independently altered the trial’s content.
"Congratulations, you’ve come very close to the truth." Lindong said, "To us, this is just a false world, and you are not McCarthy Delin either."
The suspicion in his heart was confirmed, and McCarthy Delin finally unclenched his tightly held fists.
The moment the ice shard cut his wrist, he realized.
Human blood was supposed to be red.
No doubt, the real McCarthy Delin should be human, and what flowed through him should not be some kind of pitch-black substance.
He gazed at the Warlord; beneath that armor, only deep darkness surged.
If everyone’s facade were stripped, they would probably be .