I am the heroine's godfather!

Loran fell silent. Even through words alone, Loran could hear the despair in her voice. Faced with the calamity she had encountered, even a saint could do nothing.

What exactly was that catastrophe, and why is everyone so tight-lipped about it?

The narrative of "Dragon of Destiny" continues: "At that time, I could not accept this ending, so in the end, I trapped myself in the illusion of the past, repeating this final January that led to the end day after day."

"This is the truth of the world, a cage used by losers who refuse to accept reality to imprison themselves."

"..."

Loran sighed and looked at the "Dragon of Destiny" again: "So, what is your relationship with the Dragon of Destiny outside?"

"Hmm, how should I put it?"

The "Dragon of Destiny" nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly clapped his hands: "I've got it!"

She paused for a moment, then continued, "For example, a flower is made up of two parts, right? Petals and the flower itself."

"Incorrect. A flower consists of five parts: pedicel, receptacle, calyx, corolla, and stamen."

Loran stared blankly, silently complaining. "Dragon of Destiny" puffed out his cheeks, somewhat displeased: "Hmm, saying something like that at this time is a bit of a mood killer."

"...Never mind, you can continue."

"Ahem, if we compare the saints who have reached the eighth level to flowers, then they can be divided into two parts: one that holds authority and the other that holds power."

"authority?"

"It's about the evolution of rules or one's own special abilities."

The "Dragon of Destiny" said: "Only those who find their own path can reach the eighth rank. The eighth rank is stronger than the seventh rank, precisely because of their authority."

Is this the method to break through to the eighth rank? Loran had heard of it before. When Messiah taught him, she mentioned that the first thing to do to break through to the eighth rank is self-reflection. Only by finding the path that best suits you can you step into the eighth rank.

Although both the eighth and seventh tiers are called saints, there are still significant differences between them. A seventh-tier saint has only just embarked on the path of seeking the Dao, while an eighth-tier saint has found their own path and has already traveled quite a distance on it.

But......

"If I remember correctly, aren't you at the seventh rank?"

"A seventh-tier being cannot create a world within the cracks of time. You should know that as a fellow seventh-tier being."

It's hard to say; who knows what strange magic might have existed in the era of Kadia that could have accomplished such a thing.

Loran silently scoffed, then looked at the "Dragon of Destiny": "So, you mean, during that war, you broke through to the eighth rank?"

"Yes."

The "Dragon of Destiny" said, "At the very end of the final battle, I grasped most of the truth of destiny and broke through to the eighth rank, which allowed me to escape their encirclement with the ruins of the city."

"...But the 'Dragon of Destiny' outside should only be at the seventh rank."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Dragon of Destiny" continued, "I am the one who holds authority, while the 'I' outside is the one who holds power. Without authority, 'I' am just a slightly stronger seventh-tier being, and without power, I who hold authority in vain am merely a seventh-tier being."

"That is why I, outside, can only repeat the ending of destruction."

"..."

Loran paused for a moment, then continued, "And she doesn't have that memory, does she?"

"Yes, that's right. After the restart following the end, I will lose all my memories of the outside world."

"And she was unable to regain power?"

"Yes."

The "Dragon of Destiny" revealed a hint of helplessness: "Neither she nor I are the complete me. The complete me has long been asleep, slumbering in the beautiful dream she has woven for herself. Her slumber is the foundation of this world's existence. If she awakens, this world will be destroyed."

“Once power and authority are combined, the id will awaken, and after a thousand years of end and restart, I cannot be sure whether the id still has reason.”

"After all, when power and authority were separated, the id was already on the verge of collapse."

"I can't be sure whether my true self will go crazy after it awakens, or how much harm it will cause."

"This is also one of the deals I made with Mr. Rentilan. If I can't hold out until you arrive, and if my true self awakens and I go mad, he will stop me."

Damn it, Rendilland, I knew you old man Deng knew something!

So what you saw wasn't Olivia at all, but the Dragon of Destiny right in front of you.

"And what is your relationship with Olivia?"

"She is me."

"?"

Loran looked puzzled. No, how did a fourth-tier juvenile dragon cub become a two-thousand-year-old old hag like you?

“Mr. Loran, you seem to be thinking about something impolite.”

"No, it's your illusion."

"...Then let's do it that way."

After a few somewhat helpless laughs, "Dragon of Destiny" continued, "Of course, that's not entirely accurate either. How should we explain it?"

“I’ve got it, Mr. Loran. You know dandelions, right? Olivia was born from a dandelion seed that floated off of us.”

"Shouldn't those be your children?"

"No, compared to the child, Olivia is more like a new me, my rebirth, a reincarnation."

"She will inherit everything from me, and she will slowly walk the path of reclaiming power and authority."

"Of course, that's on the premise that this world disappears and Olivia is no longer confined to it."

"But if this world disappears, wouldn't that mean the awakening of your 'true self'?"

"This is just another way. There is another way, which is to let the ego perish along with the world."

“你的意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】是？”

"Let her find peace, let her people find peace."

"Let this cage she chose to imprison herself disappear, let her face the bloody truth, and then let her know what the people really want to say to her."

"Only in this way will we meet our end, and Olivia will be reborn from our corpses."

Chapter 106 I Killed Myself (not really)

"Stepping over your corpses..."

Loran remained silent for a long time before looking at the "Dragon of Destiny": "You should know the consequences of letting your 'true self' go."

"Yeah, of course."

"So, in the end, what you need me to do is kill you all, right?"

"Well, that makes sense."

The "Dragon of Destiny" smiled faintly: "After all, my fate was to die a thousand years ago."

"To have lived such a miserable life for a thousand years is truly quite ugly."

"This is really..."

For a moment, Loran didn't know what to say. He could also see that this "Dragon of Destiny" had made up his mind.

Saints who break through to the eighth rank are all such stubborn individuals; once they make up their minds, no one can stop them in the slightest.

The "Dragon of Destiny" is like this, the Demon King who has already died is like this, and the Lord of the Lich King's Court who swore an oath to protect the demon race is like this.

Messiah is the same.

Loran sighed deeply, raised his head, and looked at the "Dragon of Destiny": "Alright, I promise you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a screen of light suddenly appeared before Loran's eyes.

[The hidden quest "Echoes from a Thousand Years Ago" has been triggered.]

[Quest Introduction: A silver dragon from a thousand years ago has imprisoned herself outside of time, endlessly repeating the fate before her end. What will you do? Will you help her end it all, or let her live in this torment?]

The ending of this story will be written by you.

[Quest Reward: Increases the degree of twisted fate by one percent; obtains the eighth-tier spell: This is a Thousand-Year Dream.]

Although eighth-tier spells seem rare, and are indeed rare for most people, they weren't exactly a must-have reward for Loran. What truly mattered to him was something else:

The degree of distortion of fate increases by one percent.

It feels a bit low.

However, considering that he had worked so hard to kill the Demon King, save Messiah, and even bring a demigod to the world, and that such a huge change had only resulted in a 50% distortion of fate, it seemed that it was not unacceptable.

Well, isn't that good too?

People must be content.

"Great!"

Upon hearing Loran's response, "Dragon of Destiny" clapped her hands, a charming smile appearing on her face. Loran snapped out of her reverie and waved her hand, "Don't be so happy yet. First, you have to tell me what to do, right? I can't just rush up to your true form, slap her a few times to wake her up, and then say, 'You should let it go now,' can I? I'm afraid she'll have a bad temper when she wakes up and beat me to death."

"Hmm, that is a problem, but I don't know either!"

"So what are you so smug about...?"

Looking at the smug Dragon of Destiny, Loran sighed and said, "Shouldn't you reflect on your actions?"

"Huh? Do you need it?"

"...Never mind, forget I said anything."

Let's just assume this guy has been in this space for a thousand years and gone mad.

Has this persona changed a bit too quickly? Just a moment ago she was a wise and gentle older sister, how did she suddenly become so silly?

How strange.

"Dragon of Destiny" nodded slightly: "Although I can't be sure, I think if we can save this city from the catastrophe, things might turn out differently?"

"...You mean, 'Every day, I'll send out a book, and in the group [6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8],' that means I should fight one level 8, one level 7, and four level 6 enemies?"

Loran leaned back slightly: "You'll die."

"It's not actually that difficult."

The "Dragon of Destiny" seemed to realize that its request was a bit unreasonable. It scratched its cheek and said, "Although in history, the 'Brilliant Golden Sword' was an eighth-order being, this is, after all, a world where the true self has been manifested."

"The one outside who controls the power was still instantly defeated by him."

"That...that was an accident..."

The "Dragon of Destiny" defended itself, saying, "Because that's how it is in the official history, I, who controls the power, cannot do anything beyond what is in the official history."

"So in the official history, you were still instantly defeated?"

"Gulp! Well, that's because I wasn't at the eighth rank yet, and also because that guy with the Golden Sword ambushed the city behind me, which threw me into a daze..."

"hehe."

"In short! Although the Golden Sword looks strong, he's only a slightly stronger seventh-tier. After all, we're both eighth-tier, and I can't replicate someone of the same level as myself."

"Dragon of Destiny" quickly steered the conversation back on track: "So, as someone who is at the seventh level in both martial arts and magic, you might not necessarily lose to him."

"Besides, didn't Miss Messiah give you many treasures? With those things, even if you're a true eighth-tier cultivator, you won't die anytime soon."

"That's true."

Loran was not ashamed at all about his life of being a kept man, and readily admitted it. Steamed buns, no support? Then you should all go find a Messiah-like woman—beautiful, powerful, and incredibly wealthy, giving away sacred artifacts like they're free.

Pick nine lotus flowers!

"But there's still a problem. You and I can each hold off one Saint, but what about the remaining four Gold Saints?"

"Mr. Lorraine will have to figure out a solution himself."

The "Dragon of Destiny" revealed a somewhat apologetic expression and said, "Although I would like to offer you more help, once I leave this space, I will be unable to exercise most of my authority. Not to mention the Gold rank, I am not even as good as the Silver rank."

"Well, you're terrible at this."

"Hmm... Although I'm very dissatisfied with what you said, I can't seem to refute you."

"Fine, I'll figure something out myself."

That's what they say, but Loran has some ideas. However, these will have to be implemented gradually later; there's still a very serious problem that hasn't been solved.

Ultimately, what exactly is a 'catastrophe'?