Lindong felt that Sincaro had said many unpleasant things and bothered her boyfriend like a street punk. Luckily, her boyfriend wasn’t someone who could easily be knocked out and taken home to be imprisoned.
This was a grudge between Ethan and Sincaro, so she had been patiently waiting until now.
When she found Ethan in an empty space, she discovered this sneaky scene: he was crouching on the ground with a strange green-haired girl, who was holding his wrist, almost leaning against him.
Ethan had mentioned his meditation and the Elemental Elves that manifested human forms. From a long time ago, Lindong suspected that this Wind Element was unusually clingy and often appeared without being summoned.
Lindong looked down at the green-haired girl with an imposing gaze. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novęlfire.net
The Wind Element again showed her timid and shy side, shrinking behind Ethan completely.
Ethan, however, appeared calm and said, "Reporting to teacher, we are conducting investigative research!"
This righteous tone left Lindong slightly stunned; Ethan didn’t look like someone caught red-handed in a panic, unlike the descriptions she had read in novels.
"Researching the properties of this dimension."
Now that Sincaro’s Memory Palace had been destroyed, the path back to the Bottomless Abyss sealed, and the underground city likely to collapse, it represented the worst-case scenario Behemoth had mentioned, "The worst situation is we might be trapped here forever."
With the collapse of the Memory Palace, Behemoth had also disappeared without a trace.
A weak cat meowing came from the darkness.
The recent turmoil had indeed frightened these newborn lives, and they clung tightly to Lindong, some timid individuals clutching her ankle in fear.
Lindong thought along with Ethan’s words.
In a place where no one could find them, being trapped with Ethan forever...
It didn’t exactly seem like the worst scenario.
But as a righteous teacher, Lindong had to set an example for a teacher’s image, "And what about Sincaro? Is he dead?"
Ethan referred to this powerful magic as "an epic attack," and judging by its destructive effect, the magic lived up to its name.
It shredded two dimensions, a feat neither a Superior God nor a Middle-Level God had accomplished; even the Old Gods could only theoretically reach such a level—when they hadn’t been collectively sealed, that is.
Lindong wasn’t sure if this meant Sincaro’s plan had been realized in some way, and Ethan truly reached the same level as them?
Now it seemed that perhaps only by tearing the dimensions could a "god" suffer real injury.
"He is still alive, but he left here."
For Lindong, this was undoubtedly bad news; she knew there was a criminal with ulterior motives towards her boyfriend who had escaped, possibly plotting a comeback at any time. From now on, each day might require them to be on guard against Sincaro.
Just thinking about this criminal possibly hiding somewhere, watching them from a corner they couldn’t see, made Lindong feel uncomfortable all over.
"He can’t die, but at least for the short term, we don’t need to worry about him."
According to the information Ethan currently possessed, the Old Gods represented the underlying logic of this world. If Sincaro died, it’s possible that the world would face a "global intelligence decline by 1000-fold," where any advancement in wisdom would halt, and the spark of civilization would enter a long freeze until a new god could replace Sincaro.
Although the ancestors left the Wind Element as a firewall, they should understand that eliminating a virus isn’t about crashing the entire disk.
Thinking this way, perhaps he once shared some common ground with the "ancestors."
Ethan, hearing some conversations in the darkness, was also reminded of certain matters, which is why he was quietly squatting on the ground with the Wind Element, lost in thought.
He was still unclear about what kind of work Ethan’s master was doing, though he remembered the details of before he "died suddenly from overwork."
He should have been busy with a major project, working day and night, in a daze; sudden death in such a state was very consistent with medical logic. He should have subsequently made media headlines as a cautionary example.
Ethan planned to look back on the past, to simply commemorate himself, but new questions arose.
What was the specific content of the project?
Why couldn’t he remember any information related to such an important project? Logically, a project that worked him to death should have been unforgettable.
Lindong inquired, once again confused, with one eye bigger than the other.
"Simply put, Sincaro should have been ’restored to factory settings’."
She had become accustomed to unfamiliar terms occasionally popping out of Ethan’s mouth.
"As the name implies, it means returning to its original state."
Ethan said, "Teacher, do you know this place?"
He looked around; rather than darkness, it was more accurate to say that the environment here was close to having nothing. After two dimensions shattered, what remained was an "empty space" where no one was supposed to appear. Perhaps due to his kinship with the ancestors, Ethan didn’t find understanding these concepts complicated and systematically analyzed their current predicament.