Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 479 Roland Advances to Fictionalist

The war ended not long afterward.

Standing before the White Maple Palace, Roland gazed at this palace, which boasted a long history, then suddenly turned to Medici and asked with a smile, "Ready?"

After killing the Primal Witch, Medici has obtained the final Conqueror's traits.

He had already received his share in the mirror world.

“It’s been prepared for a long time.” Medici, unusually, did not use any sarcastic tone. He then took out the remaining two Conqueror traits, mixed them into a potion on the spot, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Rolin watched Medici's movements closely. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous at this moment, but he had already saved his notes on Medici, so he could correct any unexpected situations in time.

Fortunately, Medici lived up to her name as the Angel of War. Moments later, all the high-sequence individuals associated with her around the world sensed the change.

The Sequence 0 Red Priest of the Warpath has been born!

This is not the first true god to emerge recently, nor may it be the last, but it still evokes a sense of awe in many people.

After Medici opened his eyes, Rolin breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile, "How does it feel to become a Red Priest?"

"Haven't you already experienced that?" Medici glanced at him and asked in return.

On a certain day before, Rolin, who was lucky enough to draw the Sequence 0 Red Priest ability using the Joyful Dice, ran up to him and showed off.

"How can they be the same? Mine was a trial pack, yours is the real deal!" Luo Lin shrugged and then laughed, "But the fact that you can still argue with me means you're in pretty good shape!"

“Heh!” Medici chuckled, offering no rebuttal. He wasn’t lacking in anchors, given the sheer number of his followers worldwide. Even those who were merely casual believers kept Medici in an exceptionally good state of mind.

Medici simply looked at Rolin and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"What, so eager to resurrect your own father?" Roland teased, then laughed, but without hesitation, he also took out his tools and began to concoct the Fictional Potion on the spot.

As for the other auxiliary material needed for the Fictional Potion, Rowling had already obtained it from the Sun God during this period.

Compared to the Time Memory Potion, the Fictional Potion looks very dreamlike. It doesn't have a specific physical form, but it immediately evokes images of dreams, illusions, and things that are both real and fake.

This was also the first time Medici had witnessed Rolin concocting a potion, which made him look at the fictional potion with some hesitation: "Are you sure this stuff is drinkable?"

“All my potions are like this; they don’t look like drinkable substances. In fact, besides me, probably no one else can drink them,” Rowling explained simply, then smiled and said, “Then I’ll drink it!”

He then drank the Fictional Potion in one gulp. Unlike the bitter Time Memory Potion, the Fictional Potion tasted very sweet, like some soft dessert, but without a lethal amount of sugar. Instead, it was just the right amount of sweet, making people praise it as not being too sweet.

This sweetness was like a beginning. After a brief silence, Rolin's consciousness became hazy. A moment later, he seemed to regain his senses and was surprised to find that he had successfully advanced.

As expected, the abilities of the Fictional Ones were as powerful as he had imagined. With the help of the Fictional Ones, Rolin resurrected the Sun God and was fortunate enough to find a way to help Bethel fight against the Celestial Venerable, thus helping the latter become the Lord of Mysteries.

Afterwards, Rolin digested the Fictional Potion at lightning speed, advancing to Sequence 1, the Child of Chaos. Sure enough, as he predicted, the potion melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and in a second, he advanced to Sequence 0, the Lord of Pleasure. Following this advancement, he seamlessly ascended to the Ancient Chaos, then led the Sun God, Bethel, and others to the death of all the Outer Gods, achieving a happy ending. "Wait, I understand the logic, but where did Little Red go?" Amidst the cheers, Rolin suddenly realized something, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. Among them were the Sun God, Little K, Bethel, the Goddess of Night, and even Antigonus, who had made a brief appearance, but one person was missing.

Medici, once the angel of war, later the god of war.

"What Little Red?" Bethel looked at him with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding what he was talking about.

After a brief moment of disbelief, Luo Lin smirked and said, "So that's how it is. This is the Fictional One."

If the crisis of the Time-Memory Potion is that it allows Rolin to experience countless years with the heart of a mortal, then the crisis of the Fiction Potion is that it will weave a sweet dream, and if one cannot wake up from this dream, one will only face eternal damnation.

This falsehood is even difficult to detect, because it is also real in a sense, a fictional reality, a timeline that has not yet been chosen.

The purpose of the ritual is to leave an undeniable flaw in this reality, so that at a crucial moment, it will awaken Rowling from his dream.

The auxiliary materials, on the other hand, are meant to give Rolin the power to break free from this falsehood.

"Although this ending is beautiful, I would prefer to achieve it myself. However, it has also given me some inspiration..." Roland smiled, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The false future shattered at that moment, and Roland opened his eyes in reality.

"You're not dead, are you?" Medici's voice rang out, tinged with easily detectable tension and worry.

Rowling blinked, turned his head to look at Medici, and suddenly smiled, saying, "It was just a dream."

"Hmm?" Medici gestured for him to explain in detail.

"I dreamt that you disappeared. I was devastated to lose such a valuable tool, and I decided to destroy the world." Rowling spoke the truth in a nonsensical manner.

How can a false world not be considered a world?

Medici's lips twitched. He looked Rowling up and down, then suddenly said in an annoyed tone, "Adam."

"I am here." Adam, who could always grow out of the air, really did grow out of the air.

“Get this guy’s head checked; he might be insane,” Medici said bluntly.

Adam then smiled and looked at Rowling, his golden eyes even showing a hint of compassion at this moment. He said, "Do you need me to give you psychological treatment?"

"Uh, no need, I'm afraid I'll drive you crazy." Roland shook his head and said honestly. His inner world was not something ordinary people could explore, not even ordinary angel kings.

Adam looked disappointed.

Clearly, He really wanted to study Rolin's psychological history, after all, the sun god was originally a researcher.

(End of this chapter)