Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 415 The City of Disaster Suffers a Great Misfortune

After hearing this, Rolin paused for a second, then smiled and said, "But I don't think it's His fault. After all, He did try to become Sequence 0; He just died."

The presence in the room was silent for a few seconds, seemingly processing Rowling's words, before responding:

"Those who die are useless, a waste of a gift."

"Such a harsh accusation. I think it's biased. After all, if the one who died was a piece of trash, then what was sealed away?" Roland said with a smile, "The worst of the worst?"

“Moreover…” Rowling paused before smiling and saying, “Compared to a blessing, what your master gave Medici is more of a curse.”

If anyone familiar with Rowling were here, they would probably be terrified, because Rowling's smile at this moment was both bright and dangerous, indicating that he was probably a little angry.

The being inside the door seemed enraged by Roland's words; a dangerous aura emanated from within, enough to send shivers down one's spine even through the doorway. Yet Roland remained composed, even smiling as he spoke:
"Oh, did I hit a nerve? But I won't apologize, because I'm just stating a fact."

The telegraph office door began to tremble, as if someone was trying to open it from the inside, but Rowling's hand pressed against the door, quieting the restless door down once more.

"Sorry, it's too late!" Roland said with a smile. The next second, he pushed open the door in front of him, but not a single bit of power leaked out of the door. It was as if something invisible was preventing everything from happening.

Rowling looked up at the world behind the door. It was neither the interior of the telegraph office nor Shadow Banshee, but a reflection of another city.

A city that is unfamiliar to people of this era, but is quite familiar to the people who lived there in the past.

“As expected…” Luo Lin was not surprised by this. He then stepped into the room and, as he closed the door, looked up at the city shrouded in mist.

This is not the city of yesteryear; at best, it is merely a reflection, something that is neither one thing nor the other.

Roland didn't care about that. He simply released his senses, then raised an eyebrow and said with a sigh, "How enthusiastic! I almost forgot, you also have self-awareness."

Just as uniqueness can be activated and possess its own will, so too can the source matter, which is even more powerful than uniqueness, be activated, thereby giving rise to an independent personality.

In reality, if we really want to be precise, the Celestial Venerable can be considered the embodiment of the Source Castle.

Over the long years, the City of Calamity naturally developed its own personality. However, because its main body was located in the Western Continent, the personality born in the City of Calamity also operated there. In fact, because it did not act like a human, the incarnation born in the City of Calamity had been sealed away by cultivators in the Western Continent.

The reason it's not killed but sealed is because this kind of being is immortal and indestructible unless the source substance itself is destroyed; it can only be sealed.

Even though the main consciousness is sealed, as a colossal entity, the City of Calamity naturally possesses a certain degree of consciousness within this leaked branch, which can be understood as a kind of clone.

"Leave here, outsider."

A figure materialized at that moment, bearing a slight resemblance to Medici, suggesting a possible blood relation.

The other person looked at Luo Lin with a deep sense of apprehension.

"Nice shell, quite handsome," Roland commented. He could tell, of course, that the being before him was not a descendant of Medici, but rather the will of the City of Calamity. The reason it resembled Medici was probably because it was using the shell of his descendant. "There is nothing here that you seek. Containing me will only exacerbate your chaos," the will of the City of Calamity spoke again. The more powerful a being was, the more it could sense Roland's true nature, which was why the City of Calamity was so wary of him.

The City of Calamity knew very well that if it forcibly contained the entity before it, it might pay a price, such as becoming chaotic and insane, but it was definitely possible to do so.

The City of Calamity naturally does not want this to happen. On the one hand, having gained its own will, it does not want to become a tool in the hands of others. On the other hand, the City of Calamity does not want its will to be erased.

This is something that ordinary extraordinary beings could never do, but whether the beings before them could do it, the City of Calamity was uncertain.

“…You are afraid of me.” Roland stared at the will of the City of Calamity for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed and said, “The City of Calamity, which represents conquest, actually has fear? You’re not qualified, little brother.”

"To fear an existence above the Creator is not a disgrace," said the Will of the City of Calamity, still gazing upon Rolin.

"Outsider, state your purpose for coming here."

"Is stubbornness a common trait among you hunters?" Roland said with a smile, before slowly adding, "Before coming here, I only wanted to explore the resurrection contingency plan left by the Creator in the City of Calamity..."

As he spoke, Rolin also observed the expression on the will of the City of Calamity with great interest. The other party did not show any surprise at his words, which meant that he was not completely unaware of the matter.

Of course, this is normal. After all, it is the city of calamity. How could it not know the tricks the creator left in its body?

In fact, judging from the fact that the expression of the City of Calamity's will had become even colder, Rolin could tell that the City of Calamity not only knew about this backup plan, but was also helpless against it.

After all, that came from the original creator, and while the City of Calamity might be powerful to others, it could only be used as a tool by this powerful being.

The will of the City of Calamity spoke again: "I can open this part of the content to you."

His expression softened slightly, probably because he had thought of some idea to use one enemy against another.

"Should I say thank you?" Rowling chuckled, then changed the subject, "...But what can you hunters do when you all have this common trait of being sarcastic!"

Roland raised his eyes, smiled, and met the gaze of the City of Calamity's will. Looking into those iron-black eyes, he said slowly and deliberately:

"I am angry."

The expression on the will of the City of Calamity, which had just softened, suddenly changed. It was clearly preparing to do something, but before it could act, it sensed something, which made the will of the City of Calamity look at Rolin in disbelief:
"what have you done?!"

Roland smiled and looked at Him, saying, "Of course, I am a merciful being, so although I am angry, I have decided to help you."

"To help you achieve independence."

Another voice rang out, and another Rolin appeared in the City of Reflections at some point. It was Rolin's real name, who was supposed to be discussing church matters with Medici.

(End of this chapter)