I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 1190 Errors and Death

Even though they had sensed that the atmosphere was a little different, there was nothing unusual in Tokyo when the two of them disembarked.

The docks are still bustling with people, cranes stand silently in the distance, and cargo ships come and go, moored at the shore.

Seagulls skim across the azure sea, leaving behind a string of clear cries, blending the vibrant atmosphere of Tokyo with the crispness of the sea breeze.

Su Wen carried a light suitcase.

He stepped aside to shield Jiang Menghan from the oncoming sea breeze.

The icy girl also turned slightly to the side, the sea breeze lifting her off-white scarf, and the stray hairs at her temples sticking to her smooth cheeks, allowing the outlines of distant, row-like buildings to be reflected in her eyes, her expression as calm as the seawater by the bay.

The two walked down the ferry gangway side by side, the wooden planks beneath their feet swaying gently with the flow of people, carrying the warm, smooth feel of seawater.

But the moment Su Wen's feet touched the stone slabs of the dock, a strange sense of unease suddenly swept through his mind.

The feeling was very faint.
It was like an illusion, yet strangely clear, completely out of place with the surrounding noise and the salty, damp sea breeze.

He subconsciously stopped in his tracks, his fingertips reaching into the inside pocket of his coat, and slowly pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper.

It was secretly delivered by Dean Elda of the Clan by carrier pigeon before her departure.

Unfolding the note, somewhat familiar handwriting came into view:

"The door is about to open, and the rules will be distorted in a small area."

This is the source of destruction of the Second Age.

Therefore, instead of focusing on Tokyo's impending collapse under the crisis of the Fourth Era, perhaps you should try to participate in this crisis.

correct,

It also has a more obscure name:

Beren's Lament

The various schools have been studying these things.

Unfortunately, the former dean never wanted to include this content in a public lecture.

The clues she left behind were written in a relaxed tone, which was very much in line with Elda's usual casual style.

But Su Wen was well aware that these were hidden dangers that had been sown before the sinking of Tokyo.

Beren's lament?

Who resolved this incident?
A gentle sea breeze blew by, causing the edges of the paper to tremble slightly. Su Wen's gaze fell on the handwriting, and the slight disharmony he had felt earlier instantly became even stronger.

In an instant, the words disappeared as if they had never existed.

And then,

A touch of deep red seemed to have gone unnoticed by anyone, disappearing into the borders of the entire world.

But Su Wen, who had already experienced the 'future,' seemed to have a clear understanding of the belated boundary.
He sensed the disharmony that had vanished into the breeze, and simply murmured to himself:
Deep Tokyo.

It seems that before I turn my attention to Mars, even before Deep Tokyo is fully projected into the real world.

Other things, in fact, have already been released.

Su Wen did not forget the advice that old Constance had given him before he left:

Compared to the highly unique First Island Chain, Lorenzriel, the Grand Prison of Saint Hughifal.

Tokyo
Even in Japan's Shishu region, 'error' is similarly imprisoned.

"Is this why the group behind Tokyo Metropolitan Government wants to expand into Deep Tokyo?"

At this moment, he stood quietly on the coast of Tokyo, looking up at the vast and boundless sky above.

The sky was clear and bright, a clean and deep blue, as if it had been repeatedly washed by the sea, without a trace of turbidity.

Those were faint shadows with deep red borders, lying quietly beneath the white, like the deep Tokyo.

Like a background deliberately ignored by the sunlight.

He knew very well that he had already completed half of the task in the [future].

But there's still half left:
“Miss Jiang, next we should consider how to direct destruction towards a ‘copy’ of this world.”

"Is this the Tokyo you told me about when you left?" "Yes, the Tokyo that washes everything into the mirror-like surface."

Let's take it all with the sea breeze that follows.

The sea breeze, carrying the moist scent of the Sumida River, swept across the wooden boardwalk of the pier.

It carries the scent of sandalwood mixed with the dust of abandoned buildings in the distance, and a hint of imperceptible metallic coldness, like a blade hidden in a sleeve, silently wrapping around you.

now,

As Su Wen leisurely left the dock, he recalled the aftermath of old Constance's casual conversation with him before his departure:
("Your purpose in coming to Lorenzreel must be more than just to exchange and learn.")

"Old Dean, you should know about this situation."

He didn't give the old man a definite answer or deny it. He simply gazed with calm, deep eyes at the distance the old monk was looking into:
This is the city of gentle breezes.
Lorenzreel's heart.

The entire city-state was built on the outstretched branches of a giant tree in the gentle breeze, supported by the tree's massive root system and foliage, which held up the surrounding turbulent and unstable space.

It stands between fissures and turbulent currents, supporting a city-state for drifters.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the intertwined branches and leaves.

The light, sculpted into tiny fragments by the wind, swayed gently on the mottled stone path along with the music, as if even time itself slowed down and became tender here.

But the handsome scholar at that time did not fully appreciate the scene.

Instead, it seemed as if they were continuing with an answer that had absolutely nothing to do with the question the old dean had just raised:

"Only by moving forward, and constantly moving forward, can humanity gain enough strength before danger arrives."

Third order is not enough for me.

To reach the fourth level of flawlessness as soon as possible,
Dean Constance, do you have any suggestions?

"Haven't you already found your own path?"

The old dean stroked his white beard.
He said with a smile,

"I remember the last time I saw you, you and Jiang Menghan were both only at the second level, right?"

As long as you don't stray from your path, you will find what you are looking for.

Never become a puppet of so-called fate and destiny.

You may not know this, but I have reached the sixth rank, and I have seen some sixth-rank witches who have survived since the Third Era. I have even touched the last rank of the seventh rank.

But in the end, I chose to stay.

To others, I failed, and they used that as a point of contention.

Actually, they just don't understand; I'm very clear that I've changed direction.

Su Wen watched as the old dean received a carrier pigeon, fed it casually, and then saw it off, and slowly said:
"But what if we're not moving fast enough?"

"Then go try to find the answer from that little bastard Salic-Ferrari."
If you can find his answer, which isn't entirely wrong, you might have already touched the threshold of perfection.

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The former site of the abandoned Tsurumi Power Plant

This is where he once met with a powerful force behind Tokyo. Go take a look; perhaps you can get something out of it.

The old dean smiled but didn't tell him any more details.

After all, Su Wen reached the third tier rather quickly.

After understanding the path, first understand yourself, then understand the world.

This is the process from "enlightened knowledge" to "flawless" and then to "engraving gold" for the world.

He couldn't help Su Wen much.

But Tokyo, which is next, should be the best scenario.

Because of death,
Death is the best teacher.

(End of this chapter)