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"There's no portal to another dimension?" Maisieur Kurio realized the gravity of the situation.

"This means... that the concept of 'time' in this spacetime may be different from our understanding, or that it has been 'taken over' or 'isolated' by some higher force?"

"That's exactly right." Rosso confirmed their guess. "This spacetime is a 'trimmed', relatively independent closed loop. It's inextricably linked to your timeline, yet it's deliberately kept separate by some force. Your arrival here isn't accidental; it's more like... you were 'arranged' to be here."

"Assigned?" The adventurer's eyes sharpened. "Who? Hilder? Or...you?"

Rosso shook his head: "I wasn't the one who arranged for you to come. But I know who it was, or rather, what the 'mechanism' was."

However, that's not important to you now. What's important is that since you've come here and want to know the truth, then in this 'wrong' time and space, you will encounter some unexpected 'past'.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "The fact that you haven't heard of Zhao Xin means that in the history of this timeline, the course of the 'Dark Holy War,' and even many things related to the Apostles, may have been altered due to the intervention of a certain 'variable.'"

This "variable" is likely one of the reasons why this spacetime was "pruned."

"You mean... that person named Zhao Xin changed history?" Xi Lan keenly grasped the key point.

"You could say that. He is a force that does not belong to this world. His existence and actions have stirred up the river of fate, creating too many 'ripples' and 'branchs'."

"To maintain the purity of a certain 'main trunk,' someone completely separated out most of the 'branch' spacetimes that contained him and his influence," Rosso explained. "This includes the stowaway who came before you, and you."

Maisieur Kurio thought quickly: "An illegal immigrant? It must be Giselle! Since it's a different timeline, can we still find out the truth?"

"On this point," Rosso nodded approvingly, "I can't tell you more. Too much information is itself a distraction."

The truth often only exists in people's own discoveries. If you want to know the answer, why not go find it for yourself?

The adventurer exchanged glances with Xilan, Maisheer, and the others. Although the mysterious person before them was of unknown origin and spoke in riddles, he seemed to have no ill intentions; on the contrary, he was guiding them in the right direction.

"Why should we believe you?" the adventurer asked in a deep voice.

"You don't need to completely trust me," Rosso said calmly. "You only need to trust your own judgment and your mission. By acting in this spacetime, you will naturally verify everything I have said."

After he finished speaking, Rosso's figure began to blur, as if he were about to blend into the surrounding environment.

"Wait!" west Lan shouted hurriedly, "You still haven't told us who you are? And what your relationship is with this time and space?"

"Me?" Rosso's figure was almost completely transparent, leaving only a faint echo in his voice, "When you find the answer, you'll know who I am..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosso vanished completely, as if he had never been there.

Outside Ghent, Rosso reappeared, gazing at Giselle, the celestial runner who had traveled through time and space, with a playful expression: "Being a riddle-maker is so much fun! No wonder so many people like being a riddle-maker."

Soul projection: Projecting one's own soul to a specific point in time within the same space-time.

Thanks to the growth of the spirit world, Rosso discovered this method of time travel after reappearing in Arad. Sensing the fluctuations in spacetime, he took the opportunity to test it out.

Rosso never expected that his first meeting with "Blade" would be in this way.

"Hilder should be getting impatient now!" Rosso couldn't help but laugh as he watched Hilder's figure in the celestial research team, seemingly busy with various tasks but actually looking confident of victory.

"In the end, I've returned to my old job as a researcher. But is this how scientists think?" Why go through all this trouble when a goal could be easily achieved with force, pretending that they don't have the same power as the other apostles?

At that moment, Hyid, who was studying the Geboga core in the Mechanical War God camp, felt a chill run down his spine: "Has Bakal finally made a move?"

She knew very well that with Bakal's power, sensing her arrival in the Celestial Realm would be an easy task, especially since there were currently no magicians in the Celestial Realm. Finding a unique person among a group of identical individuals was extremely easy.

However, what she couldn't understand was why Bakal, knowing she had begun to influence the development of celestial technology, did nothing to stop her. "I knew it," she thought, "with Bakal's temperament, he wouldn't accept so-called fate. Has Bakal finally lost his temper?"

Hyid secretly channeled magic into Geboga's core once more, pondering the next step in his plan.

Research institute guards led Giselle to her.

"We found a strange man on the outskirts of Ghent. He claims he can help the Celestials fight against Bakal," the guard said hesitantly. "While we can't confirm his origins, he certainly has the ability to know everything about the Celestials' technological creations. So I brought him here for you to assess."

Hyde's gaze shifted from the intricate blueprints of the Geborg Core to Giselle, who had been brought by the guards. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes upon seeing Giselle's unusual attire, distinct from that of the present era, but she maintained the composure characteristic of a researcher.

Although Giselle was somewhat disheveled, her eyes were bright. She quickly scanned the advanced machinery and busy researchers in the camp, and her pupils visibly contracted when she saw some of Gaboga's design drawings, but she quickly suppressed her excitement.

"You know a lot about the technological creations of the Celestials?" Hyde's voice was calm, devoid of emotion. "Then tell me, what can you do for the Celestials?"

Giselle was prepared, or rather, he had already woven a lie: "My name is Giselle, and I come from... a remote outpost that was destroyed by Bakal long ago."

The survivors there had been secretly researching ways to fight him, inheriting some ancient technological legacies and developing their own unique approaches. The outpost ultimately succumbed; only I escaped, carrying this knowledge and a determination for revenge.

His words were half true and half false, full of emotion, enough to move most of the celestial beings.

Hyid could naturally see the flaws in this. There were indeed outposts in the Celestial Realm, but the so-called ancient technology could not have appeared there, unless—it was Terra technology that Bakal brought out from the Demon Realm.

However, she didn't care. To her, Giselle's background was unimportant; what mattered was his ability, his ambition, and whether he could be used for her plans. Even if Bakal intervened, the final outcome would not change.