Chapter 82: There Will Always Be Successors |
When this Fate Correction Scholar appeared above the real Liant Town, the temperature of this small town began to rise rapidly.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp stinging sensation in his heart.
His "punishment" had arrived.
There was one thing Samuel had actually guessed wrong.
The "crime" and "punishment" rules of this city weren't just meant to restrain spirituality.
Just as killing requires paying with one's life, harming others would also incur the city's malice.
But it wasn't Samuel's fault for not feeling it due to poor perception.
First, he hadn't yet done anything that fit the common understanding of harming others.
Second, it was purely because the damage was too low to break through his defenses.
Feeling the stinging sensation in his heart, the Scholar only continued raising his right hand, looking down from above, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.
Liant Town's temperature continued to rise, rising persistently, and the rate of increase grew faster and faster, faster and faster.
At first, people just thought the cold weather of late November had suddenly warmed up.
Initially, the townsfolk only saw this as a good thing.
After all, in this era, there were neither air conditioners, nor could everyone afford enough cold-weather supplies.
But soon, as the temperature climbed higher and higher, people couldn't quite smile anymore.
The temperature kept climbing at a frightening pace.
As the temperature continued to rise, people began to feel like they couldn't catch their breath.
People were sweating more and more, the frozen filth in the gutters started to thaw, and sewage mixed with coal ash flowed wantonly everywhere, making the smell within the town increasingly unbearable.
And the source of all this abnormality hung clearly above the central municipal square of Liant Town.
Soon, more than one person noticed there was an extra "sun" in the sky.
People warned each other, and more and more people looked up toward the sky.
People lifted their heads one after another, gazing at the Scholar.
That "Fate Correction Scholar," clad in a dark hooded robe, wrapped by the gale, floated there, looking down at the real Liant Town below.
His "punishment" began to gradually increase at this moment.
That torch burned silently.
Every time the torch in his hand grew larger by a fraction, his spiritual energy became more blocked by a fraction, and the pain in his heart grew a bit more intense.
But it didn't matter; he had already completed all his preparations.
Facing the anti-magic mechanism, charging up in advance and stacking skill layers in advance was also a decent countermeasure.
After all, in this era, there were neither air conditioners, nor could everyone afford enough cold-weather supplies.
He had prepared for half an hour inside the "Fake Liant Town," and he could release it immediately upon coming out.
Pre-charging skills was a good practice.
As for the stinging sensation in his heart, that was even less of a concern.
After all, he was about to die anyway.
The Scholar looked down from above, and he saw a pair of eyes filled with laughter.
That was precisely the target of this trip.
Samuel was currently lying on the railing of a second-floor inn, looking at him through the corridor window.
This was the biggest variable of the future.
In the original future, there was simply no place for this person. But he had come uninvited, taking it upon himself to throw the future into complete disarray.
It was because of him that the originally clear, guidable, smoothly developing future had become blurry, ambiguous, and constantly changing.
Every single one of his "sudden whims" could cause changes in the future, leading to countless families being destroyed and people dying.
The Scholar silently vowed in his heart that even if he couldn't kill him, he would do whatever he could.
Soon, their eyes met, and the Scholar noticed Samuel's mouth opening and closing, as if he was talking to someone.
Then, a person walked out from around the corner, appearing to be a newly promoted Law Seeker.
The Scholar closed his eyes, but the torch in his hand burned even more fiercely.
This torch would ignite many things.
From his life to his name.
He would die here, turning into a single spark.
Not just his current self; his soul would be scorched, his name would be incinerated.
Below the level of Law Contemplator, no one would be able to remember who he was, no one would be able to know what he had done.
His friends and family would all forget him, not even leaving a simple impression of his name.
The semi-transparent red gemstone he had taken out once before when first facing Irina appeared once again in his hand, right at the center of his raised right hand.
Crack.
A crisp sound rang out.
Fine cracks appeared on the surface of that red gemstone.
At this moment, this sun-like torch completely transformed into a sun.
As this small sun-like torch appeared above the city, some of the exposed and relatively dry flammable items in the town were affected.
They were ignited one by one, then gradually setting the buildings on fire.
Then came some sounds of explosions.
Some things that would explode under high heat were detonated.
Flowers of flame bloomed across the town.
Those flames connected, turning into a sea of fire.
Immediately, all kinds of sounds erupted below.
Curses, wails.
"Fire! It's on fire!"
"Help! My house!"
"Oh gods! What is that?!"
"Where's the Enforcement Team?! Where are the people from the Enforcement Team?!"
The narrow streets instantly became cages of chaos, with shoving and trampling inevitably occurring.
Several members of the Enforcement Team appeared below the Scholar, raised their rifles, aimed at him, and pulled the triggers.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets flew rapidly toward the Scholar's direction.
They shot accurately; almost every single one hit its target.
Now that the Scholar had caused such widespread panic and incurred quite a bit of "punishment," the residents here and the Enforcement Team could deal him considerable "bonus" damage.
Just as Irina had guessed earlier, if he dared to do the same things in the real Liant Town as before, the gap between them would be rapidly closed, and the Scholar would even gradually become more fragile than her.
But those bullets failed to achieve their intended effect.
After the bullets approached a certain range around the Scholar, they would immediately explode in front of him due to the excessive heat, unable to cause him too much damage.
The Scholar didn't look at the Enforcement Team, nor did he pay attention to the chaotic crowd below.
He continued to stare at Samuel.
Samuel was also looking at him.
They gazed at each other from afar, and Samuel even smiled and waved a greeting.
Samuel made a peace sign with one hand and winked.
Ciallo～(∠・ω<)⌒★
The Scholar's face remained expressionless.
He inexplicably felt a bit nauseous.
Damn, was that a mental attack?
He knew he couldn't kill Samuel.
But he didn't care.
The "Fate Correction Scholar" here wasn't just him.
He understood Iris Housekeeping Services.
This commission wasn't over. Even if Irina had been forced out, she would definitely try her best to maintain this ritual.
Because that was the original commission she had received.
"Aid this ritual in proceeding smoothly."
And this would trap Samuel here.
This was their opportunity.
The red gemstone inside the torch completely shattered at this moment.
That fireball that had ignited his life also exploded.
There will always be successors.