Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 784: Lanci Returns to the Huo Ning Empire_4



Every choice made will be directly extrapolated by the Mirror of Tiberius based on his options, entering the next key node.

And once the last option is chosen, it may cause an energy shortage at Purgatory Corridor Academy.

Both Purgatory Corridor Academy and the Mirror of Tiberius share the energy from the Central Chamber.

Now, he is essentially appropriating private energy for personal use.

Lankros has only five and a half days left to live. He must think carefully before making each choice, otherwise an opportunity to simulate with the Mirror of Tiberius will end.

"So what if I only live for another five days? Invincibility is written all over my face, I can go wherever I want."

Talia suspects that Lanci will have a similar effect once he reaches the Ninth-order.

Because Lanci has taken a strange path different from Lankros's, leading to Lanci's frontal strength being far inferior to Lankros's, but Lanci's summons and Lankros's spells always bear some resemblance.

It's roughly like Lankros is a full-strength pure Mage-Tank, while Lanci is a more alternative Shaman.

"Do you want this kind of invincibility? I certainly don't."

Lanci asked offhandedly.

If Talia got the Poem of Pity and then started her rise, it would indeed be an invincible path.

"I don't want it either."

Talia reviewed Lankros's life in a second and thought that such invincibility would not be worth it.

The strength that comes after losing everything is a punishment.

"If I think about it, if I choose the first option—staying at Purgatory Corridor Academy, it's essentially waiting peacefully for fate to take its course, to rest here."

Lanci tapped his fingertips on the office-only, analyzing.

Even without using Divination Magic, humans have the ability to deduce and predict, and the general meaning behind each option can also be guessed.

Choosing this option might end the simulation in one step.

"The second option, going to the Demon King's Castle... What else is there to do besides meeting Blasphemous Lord Melogast?"

Lanci continued to ponder, his voice taking on a hint of hesitation.

"Don't go see that crazy hag, I don't want to meet her."

Talia directly ruled out this option for him.

She still finds the Scorpion Tail Witch Melogast disgusting.

No matter if she's beaten or humiliated by her, she always seems to enjoy it as if in her element, even her face would blush in a way that makes no sense.

Just the thought of it makes Talia's scalp tingle.

She can't afford to provoke her, so she can avoid her.

"Then choose C."

Lanci came to a conclusion.

It just so happened that before he left the Holy Spirit Land Sect, he had promised Grand Justice Elm, his confidant in the Holy Spirit Lante Church, to visit the Iron Fortress headquarters Oberon at the southern border of the Lante Theocracy, to attend the four-year anniversary of the peace and reconstruction of Seville.

Knowing fate precisely, there was no way to last until two weeks later.

Lankros probably wouldn't want to break his word.

So, starting off towards the Iron Fortress Oberon at the southern border of the Lante Theocracy would also fulfill his last promise in life.

As for the final option "personal intervention," it was meaningless to use the opportunity for personal intervention from the start, and besides staying or going south there was nowhere else to go, personal intervention was just a waste of time and energy.

"I think if it were Lankros, he would choose to go south."

Talia agreed.

After all, even the hometown of Lankros in the Honing Empire—a certain small town—was to the south.

Perhaps there was a feeling of falling leaves returning to their roots, making him want to return to his hometown one last time.

"Let's go back to the Theocracy."

Lanci nodded, lightly touching the translucent screen.

In an instant, the entire world in front of him transformed.

He felt himself turn into a shadow, speeding southward at a Ninth-order velocity.

The scenery around him rapidly receded, blurring into a patchwork of colors.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the sky darkened and then brightened again; he crossed the Demon World, the Land of Perpetual Night, the Holy Spirit Lante Theocracy, and perhaps flew tens of thousands of kilometers—a towering fortress city-state appeared in his view.

This was probably the southern border of the Holy Spirit Lante Theocracy. The city walls rose high into the clouds, with an awe-inspiring presence, as if to proclaim the city-state's invincibility to the world.

He, like a bird overlooking the mortal world, observed the entirety of the city-state from high above.

The well-organized streets, the ancient and sturdy buildings, the bustling crowds—all came into view.

[You have arrived at the southernmost part of the Holy Spirit Lante Theocracy, the Iron Fortress Oberon, where preparations with the border city-states of the Honing Empire are underway for the four-year anniversary of the peace and reconstruction of Seville.]

[Continuing towards the south, you enter the northern province of the Honing Empire, Herslein.]

"Lanci, you are flying."

Talia's voice echoed in Lanci's ears.

With the already exaggerated speed of Ninth-order Psychokinesis Magic Flight, the Mirror of Tiberius further sped up this process.

"With this speed, it will probably be simulated soon."

Lanci saw everything as if it were at a hundredfold speed, and he didn't need to control it himself.

The borders of the Honing Empire after the war, the cold winter sunlight shone on the main city covered with pristine white snow, shimmering with a crystalline glow.

Inside the once battle-ravaged walls, the wilderness has now been converted into greenhouse sheds, where lush green vegetables and fruits can be seen even in the cold of winter, with children playing and running around, their pure and happy laughter unusually crisp and pleasant in the biting cold wind.

Closer to the center of the city-state, the markets and business squares bustle with people laughing and chatting, a picture of festive and joyful winter celebrations.

The rebuilt power plants and hospitals have now become essential safeguards for the fortress, providing magic energy and medical services for the local citizens, and the area that used to be the barracks has been built into schools, where the children of the Honing Empire study, preparing for the future in an era of peace.


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