You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

Chapter 81 She knew she couldn't save him.

[Deducing the World Over 227 Years]

Inside a restaurant in an unfamiliar elf town, Isolde, wearing a hood, sat alone in a corner eating bread.

The bread in the elf territory is hard and doesn't taste good at all.

She picked up her glass and took a sip of wine; the bitter taste made her frown slightly.

The restaurant is always lively at night, surrounded by spirits who come to relax after a long day of work. They raise their glasses to celebrate and enjoy their precious time of rest.

The lively noise occasionally reached Isolde's side, trying to warm her.

But it seems as if a line has been drawn around Isolde, separating her from everyone else in this world into two separate worlds.

She didn't care about the heavy loneliness weighing on her. She looked up at the ancient tree outside the window and for a moment forgot what its name was.

The Tree of Kold? The Tree of Lyas?

It doesn't matter anymore.

It was just one town after another, one natural disaster after another.

Isolde picked up her glass again and took a small sip.

Six years have passed since Lott's death.

She couldn't remember how many times she had traveled back in time to save Lotte, but she knew that she had died enough, and if she died one more time, she would return to reality.

Isolde put down her glass and looked out the window at the twinkling blue stars.

She had to admit the truth: she might not be able to save Lott.

During these rewinds, she learned three types of magic or combat skills that could increase her speed, as well as several shield spells.

However, there is a limit to her own acceleration speed, and she cannot break through this speed limit no matter what she does.

The shield magic couldn't protect "Tears of Alfheim," and she could only watch as the necklace shattered before her eyes time and time again.

She never imagined that a death rollback would happen to Lott.

Why Lotte of all people?

A wind chime rang out at the restaurant entrance, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the lively atmosphere.

A hooded elf walked into the store and, noticing Isolde sitting alone in the corner, quickly went over and sat down opposite her.

The blonde fairy asked curiously, "(in fairy language) You actually went out?"

Isolde ignored the other person's teasing. She calmly looked into their eyes, her gaze questioning the outcome.

“(Elf language) I’m really curious, are you just not talkative, or…” the elf pointed to his throat, “or is your throat injured?”

"(In Elven language) It has nothing to do with you."

The elf shrugged. "Please, I'm risking betraying my race to help you. Can't you be a little nicer to me?"

Seeing that Isolde still didn't react, the elf sighed, poured herself a glass of wine, and said softly:

"The long-range magic six years ago was cast by the patriarch of the Vicaris family. It was a ninth-ring super-tier magic, and casting it once would consume three years of his life force."

The elf rested her cheek on her hand, squinting as she scrutinized Isolde. "Were you near Ridria six years ago? Was that magic aimed at you?"

"It's none of your business."

"Okay, okay. But I've found the information you asked me to provide. However, the price you offered isn't enough."

Isolde frowned slightly. "How many do you want?"

“Nothing,” the elf smiled. “Let’s exchange information. That long-range magic six years ago was aimed at you, right? How did you survive and even kill Derek?”

The fairy pushed the wine glass in front of Isolde, indicating that if she couldn't say it, she could still drink some wine.

Isolde pushed her glass away and said softly, "Because I wasn't alone at the time. I couldn't have done it without him."

"What about others?"

"died."

"Sorry, sorry." The female elf crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. "Would you like to talk to me about him? Just as a kind of... counseling."

"No need. I've already answered two of your questions; it's your turn to answer mine."

The elf looked around and beckoned to Isolde, signaling her to come closer.

The female elf lowered her voice and said, "The Vicaris family is the strongest family in the elf realm. Their spirit and perception are incredibly powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary dragons. It is rumored that they possess the bloodline of the Primal Elves."

Elves value lineage more than humans.

The primordial elves created all magic and possessed endless life; their bloodline was undoubtedly the most outstanding among elves.

Isolde got the information she wanted and got up to leave, but was stopped by the fairy.

"Why bother? You're not planning to go directly to the Vicaris family patriarch for revenge just because of that man, are you? He's a primordial elf. Forgive my bluntness, but you're not strong enough right now."

"I know."

Isolde is the most powerful natural disaster for humankind.

She possesses the ability to deduce the world and can rewind indefinitely.

But she was still not strong enough, so she couldn't save Lott.

Isolde left the restaurant and walked alone toward the giant World Tree at the end of the street.

In these cycles, she did not condemn natural disasters.

Combating natural disasters will increase her strength, but this will reset the timeline. If she rewinds to an earlier timeline, her strength will also decrease.

Moreover, she only has ten years to fight Callistos, and she must be extremely efficient in fighting other natural disasters each time.

If it takes three or four years to quell a natural disaster, then she simply cannot have enough strength within ten years.

Passersby brushed past Isolde, everyone immersed in the romance and leisure of the night, and no one noticed that Isolde slowly stopped walking.

Speaking of efficient conquest, Isolde thought of Lothar again.

From escaping from Callistos's mouth to breaking into Orlandis, then reversing the sacrificial ritual array, and finally defeating the Derek Calamity, it all seems to be Lotte's doing.

Unbeknownst to her, Lotte had quietly intruded into her life.

Then leave completely.

The wind is picking up.

Isolde felt a little cold and tightened her collar.

She had arrived at the ancient tree of the world, at the territory of the Vicaris family.

Isolde tilted her head back, took off her hood, and looked at the specks of blue starlight on the ancient tree.

Just how powerful are the Primal Elves?

The sound of a longsword being drawn was jarring in the night sky, and passersby screamed when they saw a white-haired human appear there.

Isolde stepped into the World Tree and disappeared before their eyes.

[In the year 227 of the timeline, Isolde dies. The world will then rewind to year 221.]

[Isolde's excessive number of deaths foreshadows the world's closure.]

[Countdown to next opening: 720 hours]

Isolde slowly opened her eyes, and the blood before her was replaced by the gentle moonlight from the ceiling.

She lay quietly on the bed, letting the evening breeze gently caress her cheeks.

She couldn't save Lott.

Chapter 82 Making a Wish to the Gods

The moonlight cast a scroll-like image on the ceiling.

It speaks of loneliness from the distant starry sky.

The moonlight gradually changed shape on the ceiling, and the cold white was slowly stained with a trace of Lotte's blood.

The pale red dawn pushed away the moonlight, and finally turned into a warm orange-yellow.

Daylight broke again.

Isolde did not sleep all night.

Insomnia made her mind a little foggy. When she turned over, she bumped into the pillow and subconsciously thought that Lott was right next to her.

After all, in the simulation world, she and Lotte had always been playing husband and wife in the hotel and had always slept together.

Lott was a very still sleeper; he hardly ever turned over all night, just like his pillow.

"Get up..."

Isolde propped herself up on the bed with one hand and rubbed her swollen eyes.

She looked at the pillow on the bed and sighed softly.

There was no sign of Lotte around; it was all just my imagination.

Lotte, or rather Lotte who possesses the memories of their time together, will likely be forever trapped in a cycle of death. With each of Isolde's resurrections, Lotte will have to endure the pain of death, and Isolde will have to disappoint Lotte's expectations once.

At seven o'clock sharp, Eleanor knocked on Isolde's door and walked in.

Isolde's gaze passed over Eleanor and subconsciously searched for the person behind her.

Lott did not follow Eleanor inside.

This is reality, not 200 years from now.

As the door closed, Isolde's hopes vanished.

"Lord Isolde, you've stayed up all night again."

"Ah."

Eleanor picked up a comb and began to comb Isolde's hair, only to find that Isolde, who would normally struggle, was sitting quietly on the bed, completely still.

Eleanor didn't ask any questions, she just kept combing her hair.

After all, Eleanor doesn't get many chances to comb Isolde's hair, and she enjoys dressing Isolde up.

"Eleanor, what are the plans for this morning?"

"This morning we have a swordsmanship principles class, a monster encyclopedia class, and basic swordsmanship training."

"Can I not go?"

“Hmm? That’s possible, but…” Eleanor crouched down, looking up at Isolde, “Lord Isolde, you seem to be more troubled today than yesterday. Is it because of that Mr. Lot?”

In one night, Isolde spent decades in the world of deduction.

Although the Deduction World forces her mind and thoughts to be fixed at the age of 18, the obsession formed over these decades remains deeply ingrained in Isolde's mind.

Saving Lott has become her obsession; now she sees Lott's image in everything she looks at.

She needs to rest properly in the real world to prevent this obsession from getting stronger.

Eleanor asked, "Lord Isolde, is it someone you don't get along with very well?"

Isolde did not respond; she did not want to bring her imagined world into reality.

Seeing this, Eleanor changed the subject: "Lord Isolde, since you're not going to class this morning, why don't we go to the Clarione Church in the capital? I've heard that praying to that deity brings blessings."

"I don't believe in God."

“Come on, come on~” Eleanor pulled Isolde’s wrist. “Instead of staying in the room, let’s go outside for a walk and clear our heads.”

With a woman's intuition, Eleanor was absolutely certain that Isolde was heartbroken because of the boy named Lot.

What she found hard to believe was that there could be a man who could break Isolde's heart.

Isolde was known for her aloofness; she rarely interacted with anyone outside her family, and even when her classmates greeted her, she would only nod.

What Eleanor found even more unbelievable was that, as Isolde's personal bodyguard, she didn't even know who this Lot was.

Did Lord Isolde sneak out of his room last night to meet with Mr. Lotte?