Living itself holds no meaning.
But as long as one is alive, something good will eventually happen.
This is also a conversation recorded in a certain book, and there are many such dialogues. Every time Sincaro opens these dusty memories, unexpected surprises always arise.
It’s a strange feeling.
Although these are all His memories, they always seem very distant from Him, so much so that over time, a doubt arose in Sincaro’s mind—did these "memories" truly occur?
He found the answers from human beings one by one.
Faking memories is not difficult.
For example, in the Empire, there is a family called Margaret. They possess an ancient bloodline, giving them exceptional talents in some aspects and making it easier for them to touch the truths of this world. They can open other people’s minds, erase their memories, turn those who receive the "Holy Word Art" into puppets, and when necessary, fill those empty minds with the information they want. The rıghtful source is novel✶fire.net
Even the "gods" who are high and inaccessible in human eyes, have They ever had their minds opened and information injected into them without Their awareness?
Thus, He became Sincaro, the Master of Demons.
These memories themselves, invisible threads of fate, and today, Ethan also saw the only flaw in those "fabricated memories."
It was a line of symbols Sincaro could not decipher.
Error code, 0xc0012041.
He spent thousands of years having His creations and followers travel to all corners of the world, visiting the relics left by traitors, even more ancient creations related to the ancestors, yet He never found any marks related to it.
For this reason, when Ethan opened that book, Sincaro stayed hidden in the shadows, fully focused on observing Ethan’s reaction.
Then, those dialogues came true.
Today is the day something good happened; He finally saw an unusual reaction.
Not confusion, but a look of shock, suggesting Ethan had a reaction to that string of symbols itself—he very likely understood what the symbols represented!
They could all see the shadow of the ancestors in Ethan, but His foolish counterparts only stopped at the level of "goodwill," while He thought further than any of His kin.
Perhaps, Ethan and the ancestors came from the same place.
Two years ago, he appeared out of nowhere, and no one knew about his origins.
The Lofic Consortium and the high-ranking demons He created investigated each person in the refugee team, unsurprisingly obtaining a very interesting result.
Their memories had also been tampered with.
Each of them knew of Ethan’s existence, and their evaluations of Ethan were astonishingly similar. However, when delved deeper, no one could explain when Ethan appeared in the refugee group; these inconspicuous flaws were naturally ignored by the refugees, who didn’t care where their companions came from. They had only one goal: to survive in this chaotic world.
And Ethan helped them.
He gave them many ideas on the way to escape, helping the main group avoid dangers, and everyone safely arrived at Ximu Town.
The refugees extolled Ethan’s experience and wisdom, and customarily, they reported their journey to the local Adventurer’s Guild. As expected, the Guild Master of Ximu Town noticed this special young man, extending an olive branch to him.
"Isn’t this interesting?"
Sincaro’s voice traveled into Ethan’s ears through the book. It was in the human language, the Empire’s common tongue, though a bit sharp and grating to human ears, but this was a way He had tested that wouldn’t drive people mad directly.
"High-ranking demons have traversed every location the refugee team passed through, deducing dozens of your hometowns, yet no one knows you, Ethan."
And it took less than a month to investigate the identities of the other members in the refugee team.
Whether they were willing to admit their pasts or not, and whether what they said was the truth or lies, every person’s existence left marks that, no matter how hard one tried, could never fully be concealed, except for Ethan. He left no marks related to a "past."
It was as if he directly bypassed the process of birth and growth, appearing already as he is now.
This made Sincaro question, "Are you truly from this world?"
In fact, this kind of thing had happened many times before.
In Sincaro’s view, Ethan seemed more akin to His kind.
Their existence should, in principle, be older than this world, yet none of Them know what had happened in the past. Some of His kind believed it was the excessively long time that blurred Their past, but Sincaro did not think so.
They too had "appeared out of nowhere."
History defined this as the ancestors’ summoning, summoning Them from the endless void, but is this truly the case?
Sincaro focused continuously on Ethan, for everything in this world was exposed before His eyes.
Ethan’s silence was the best answer.
It also finally laid the stone weighing on Sincaro’s heart to rest.
Today is a good day; He couldn’t remember how long it had been since He was this happy.
"It’s okay, you don’t have to answer me; we still have ample time."