Chapter 544: Chapter 200: Moonlit Night, Eternal Hue (Part 2)

The Hero widened his eyes, momentarily speechless and stunned, as two almost identical pairs of emerald green pupils gazed into each other.

[Hero’s Understanding]

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The two girls, both similar yet distinct, looked at each other for a long time, seemingly having a multitude of things to confide to one another, yet not knowing where to begin.

Suddenly, from being an outsider spectator, he turned into a performer on the stage. The Hero’s expression was uneasy, standing stiffly on the spot, occasionally glancing at the Ancestor standing beside him, who was slightly shorter in stature.

“I feel like your gaze is quite disrespectful,” the Ancestor frowned with a serious expression, “Does the current Kingdom no longer practice ancestor worship? Have the noble traditions been entirely lost?”

“No, it’s not like that.” The Hero snapped back to attention and quickly apologized.

The world of nobles has always valued lineage and heritage, placing great importance on the glory of their ancestors. For Magicians, a long history is not only an honor but also a tangible source of Strength.

Even if the initial Profession wasn’t a Magician, nobles—especially ancient ones—would always choose at the appropriate time to further educate themselves at the Warlock Association, attempting to recreate the glory of their ancestors.

“It’s just that the era of my ancestor is somewhat distant for me, so it’s inevitable that I’m a bit curious…” the Hero said embarrassedly.

Not every noble can fully preserve their family’s history. Even if it is preserved, descendants often lack interest in studying it seriously.

[How many generations ago was the Ancestor?]

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“Has it already been such a long time…” Hearing this, the Ancestor was slightly taken aback.

“For humankind, it is indeed long, but it’s not impossible for some longevity species to transcend that passage of time,” the Moon Priest interjected with a smile.

The Ancestor sneered, with a hint of mockery in her gaze: “Shouldn’t you be worried about the other Moon People and this Magic City? It might already be a dead city by now.”

The Moon Priest was not offended and took two steps forward, gazing intently at the Hero’s face:

“She is a Magician. Being able to penetrate here with strength not reaching Legendary level means that she is not only your descendant but also possesses the lineage of the Moon People.”

With a genuine and somewhat pointed smile, she added: “In other words, she is a descendant of both you and me.”

“Hmph…” Upon hearing this, the Ancestor huffed, her expression somewhat peculiar, and said no more.

Witnessing the subtly intricate interaction between the two, the Hero couldn’t help but speak up:

“May I ask, are you two Magic Minds?”

Her gaze swept between the two, filled with uncontainable curiosity.

It’s said that certain equipment forged by the Ancient Method can give rise to advanced intelligence, even possessing its own soul, especially those crafted through methods such as Blood Sacrifice, like the legendary Avenging Blood Armor.

In modern times, Great Mages also utilize precious materials and superior spellcasting abilities to create magical intelligences, typically used for managing Mage Towers.

However, successfully creating a Magic Mind is often a rare occurrence, possessing an unreplicable nature.

During a dinner chat at the Count Mansion, the Border Count once mentioned to the Hero that he envisioned equipping such Magic Minds in the Arcane Workshop, turning the factory itself into a life form capable of automatically producing equipment.

If successful, the Border City could single-handedly elevate the entire Kingdom’s equipment standards by several tiers.

Ultimately, however, this notion was never realized due to the immense difficulty.

After all, even the Hero’s father couldn’t equip his mansion with such a level of Magic Mind.

Yet now, looking at the vividly lifelike pair before her, the Hero couldn’t help but ask such a question.

1~6. Your guess?

7. Magic Mind

8. Soul Splitting

9. Historical Silhouette

10. Great Success/Extreme Failure

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♛: Your guess?

“Who knows?” But the Ancestor did not answer, she pursed her lips, her tone somewhat casual, while the Moon Priest merely chuckled softly.

“Magic Mind, Soul Splitting, Historical Silhouette, Thought Duplication… the possibilities are manifold, but the answer isn’t really important to you.” The Priest’s words were like a gentle stream, flowing into the Hero’s heart.

“We could merely be a simple image, with the past me having foreseen all your actions and leaving corresponding words;

“Or, we may just be a ridiculous dream, and you, still in the dream, have yet to perceive the incongruities.”

The Hero listened dazedly, a familiar yet long-absent feeling rising in her heart.

When she was young, she often felt this way at the dinner table when her father instructed her brother on dissecting spell models.

She could understand every word, but together, they made no sense.

“So, the ones speaking to me here aren’t really you?” she asked, a bit confused and somewhat wistful.

Beside her, the Ancestor leaned back lazily, a gentle breeze supported her slender waist, making her appear comfortable.

“Don’t overthink it.” She lifted her eyes to the Hero, her gaze gentle.

“Although you haven’t truly traveled to the past, and we don’t exist in the future, at this moment, the two of us indeed recognize each other.”

She paused, the smile on her face fading a bit, turning serious: “Therefore, what matters is how you view our words, how you plan to respond to us, and what actions you intend to take.

“Everything concerns only your present.”

The outline of the hall gradually blurred, moonlight lingered around like water, as the Moon Priest stepped in front of the Hero, continuing from where the Ancestor left off:

“Just like before you came here, neither she nor I had ever thought that our two bloodlines would intertwine one day.

“Precisely because the future is unknown, it breeds possibilities worth anticipating, giving you the drive to change it now.

“After all, if you knew what tomorrow’s you would say to today’s you, wouldn’t the so-called present lose its meaning?”

The Priest smiled meaningfully.

“Well, let’s end the opening remarks here.”

The Priest slowly raised her staff and continued speaking.

“Since the inheritor is present, let’s continue the conversation from the beginning—” Her gaze swept over the Hero and the Ancestor, her voice calming down and transmitting clearly to both of them again.

“About the Chaos Moon, the story of separating clarity and impurity under the struggle of the Moon People; and about the city beneath our feet, attempting to reclaim its mythical place.”

The staff gently fell, hitting the stone slab with a crisp and far-reaching sound.

In the next moment, the scene shifted abruptly with a whirl of stars.

The grand hall disappeared from under the Hero’s feet, replaced by a vast and boundless moon.

That massive celestial body appeared beneath everyone’s feet, filled with a sea-like chaos, malevolence, and filth.

Darkness and impurity writhed like living creatures, twisting space, almost engulfing everything. Just gazing at the scene caused the Hero’s breath to halt, her pupils trembling, as if even her soul was about to be dragged into the Abyss.

“This marks the beginning of our myth.”

The Priest’s voice remained calm: “It is also the original visage of the White Moon, a realm of life’s forbidden ground filled with chaotic miasma.”

She gently raised her staff, a faint light lit up at the end of the horizon.

“The earliest Moon People were born in such a dead land.”

[Hero’s Moon Awakening]

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