Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

[Walter: This book is the one Mimi has in her hands, the magical item.]

[Wan Di: What will be the consequences if I'm the first one?]

[Mimi: I don't know, but it definitely won't do any harm.]

[Star: I believe in Mimi. It seems she's collecting memories and weaving them into stories. Deep down, I know it's important and will come in handy later.]

[Nakashia: Memory is the fundamental force that constructs Onpharos. We can believe that we are now in a cooperative relationship.]

[Aglaia: Documenting the most important turning point for the Golden Blood, hoping nothing unexpected will happen.]

[Ling: Actually, it's quite terrifying in other people's eyes, since they know a person's personality and style without them knowing anything about them.]

[Silver Wolf: It's more like a file, isn't it?]

[Black Tower: Not bad. I also have a dedicated Black Tower character to record the progress of the simulated universe, which involves permissions but not many.]

[Laigushi: A variable, I don't know if it's good or bad. If it threatens progress, then I'll have to personally intervene and eliminate it.]

[Screw Gum: Pioneers, Train crew, proceed with caution. I'm unaware of his backup plan and may not be able to provide timely support.]

While Xing fell asleep, elsewhere in Ohm...

White E and the Distant Butterfly meet in the Garden of Life.

“You should take this opportunity to rest, Lord Bai’e… The ceremony to return the fire is tomorrow.”

“What difference does it make whether it’s today or tomorrow?” He was both excited and bewildered. “Anyway, under the protection of Kefal, Ohmma will always be the dawn.”

"I can't sleep well as long as the light is this strong. Instead of forcing myself to close my eyes, I'd rather calm down and sort out my thoughts. That's a kind of rest."

[Saifei: Oh right, it's all thanks to Cephalospor. Never mind, I'm too lazy to talk about it.]

[Bai E: Uh… Senior Sai Fei'er, please have mercy, I'm just a little confused. What… will my future hold?]

Xia Die: "So... have you figured it out?"

“…Absolutely not.” Bai’er shook his head. “It’s still a complete mess, and I don’t even know where to begin.”

Reach out your hand, and hold the sparks of conflict in your palm.

"The flame in my palm was initially scorching hot, but now it has completely cooled down... I can hardly feel its presence anymore."

"Miss Xia Die, do you think... does this mean that Nicardo and I are quite compatible?"

Chapter 292 The Elegant Pavilion, My Hometown

Xia Die had never been exposed to fire and could not answer his question.

"If thinking this way makes you feel more at ease... then I support your point of view."

"...Thank you." Bai E smiled bitterly and gazed into the distance.

"The Abyss is in the distance... Ah, I remember now, the question I didn't have time to ask back then."

"In the temple of the Scales of Justice—when Eulonis used its riddles to stump us. Why did you stop me then, Miss Xia Die?"

The butterfly remained silent for a long time.

"Because I'm convinced there must be another solution. Something more important than Onphalus's fate... This problem is too cruel, too unfair to you."

So that's what she was thinking. Bai E realized that Xia Die didn't want to reopen his wounds.

"You should know that even if Danheng doesn't find a solution in time, I will still try."

Xia Die nodded, "I understand. The situation left no room for hesitation. My stopping you was just an instinctive reaction..."

"...Fortunately, those two were there."

“Yes, thank goodness for them,” Bai E echoed.

[Star: Partner, don't say that, it makes me feel embarrassed.]

[Bai E: It's all thanks to you guys that we were able to collect the fire seeds so successfully this time. Don't be shy... wait a minute, my partner, you're truly amazing.]

[Paimon: Xia Die and Bai E are practically Xing's fans now, but thinking about it, it makes sense, considering how much they've helped them.]

[Walter: Little brother Bai'er, you must keep a good attitude. Onpharos's future needs you, so don't do anything rash. Especially don't lose hope in the world, and...]

[Himeko: You're unusually talkative today, Welt?]

[Walter: Ahem, I'm feeling a bit sentimental.]

[Bai Er: Thank you for your concern, Mr. Walter. I've taken note.]

After a moment of silence, Xia Die spoke first, "...Are you still thinking about what happened back then, Lord Bai E?"

“Every moment, every minute, every second.” Bai E’s gaze was melancholy, and the pain deep in his heart was like a boulder.

“Just now, I lied to the two demigods… I told them that all I can think about now is the mission of the Golden Blood—I wonder if I can hide it from Aglaia’s golden thread this time.”

After saying this, Bai'e himself didn't believe it. How could he possibly be fooled by Aglaia's golden silk that could see through people's hearts?

Xia Die: "No one can deceive her, Your Excellency. She simply chooses to ignore our lies."

“Indeed, it was a foolish wishful thinking.” Bai E smiled bitterly.

“I often wonder, can someone as ordinary as me become a hero? I thought that defeating Nicardo would quell the doubts in my mind... but instead, they became even more incessant.”

Seeing Bai E's will gradually weaken, Xia Die couldn't help but feel heartbroken for him.

“I can’t find the right words right now… but I know you are no ordinary man, Lord Bai’e. Wan Di often jokingly calls you the savior… I think he wasn’t just joking.”

Since there was no way to avoid it, Bai E had to face it. He stopped thinking about it.

"I should probably abandon useless thinking and just let my mind wander until the moment of the ceremony arrives..."

"I've used this trick before, before Teacher Tibo's history exam... With mountains of stone tablets and documents, who can possibly review them all? It's better to accept your fate early on and cherish the time spent practicing swordsmanship and playing."

Xia Die smiled and asked, "So... how did the exam go?"

"The score?" Bai Er waved his hand. "I don't remember it anymore... I only remember that Teacher Tibo punished me by making me clean the Golden Descendant Bath for a week, and I wasn't allowed to let anyone help me."

"So Lady Tibo has such a strict side..." Xia Die smiled.

"Your Excellency Bai'e, please remain calm. I believe you will be alright."

Bai E nodded, deciding to stay a little longer and try not to think about it, since he couldn't figure it out anyway.

Looking at the distant mountains, I sighed.

"Lately, the scenery of my hometown... Erimitche keeps flashing before my eyes."

"Those guys in Suspended Peak City have some incredible technology... If only I could separate my body from my soul. That way, I could send my soul away from my body at any time and fly back to that familiar meadow in my hometown."

"Only there... can I enjoy a moment of peace."

[Walter: No, I still need to go and talk to him. @BaiEr, where are you? I have some things to tell you.]

[Walter: Cough cough, your reaction...]

Walter: I can't help it, I don't want him to become the next Kevin.

[Kevin: That's good.]

[Star: This is the first time I've seen Uncle Yang like this. Bai'er, what happened to you in the past? Why can't you go back to your hometown...? Ai Li Secret Pavilion.]

[Bai E: (gritting his teeth) The Fire Thief... it was him, it was him who killed the villagers and Xi Lian. I must avenge this.]

[The Fire Thief: You... have grown... but you can't kill... me...]

[Saifeier: Damn it! Although I can't stand the savior, I won't allow you, a monster, to mock him.]

[Tibo: Little White...]

[Bai'er: I'm alright, thank you everyone. The Fire-Stealing Walker will definitely die by my hand, I promise.]

Outside of Onphalus, in some corner of the galaxy...

The pitch-black screen is filled with cryptic voices, as if breaking the fourth wall and engaging in a dialogue with the audience.

"What a [unclear] adventure! Please insert any adjective you think is appropriate at [unclear]!"

"You're probably just as curious as I am: So, what happens next?"

"Don't rush, because... there's no use in rushing. Why don't you come with me first, and let me tell you a story that takes place on the other side of the galaxy..."

The scene shifts to the Black Tower space station, where four Black Tower figures are in standby mode.

"Look there, where is this? It's the Black Tower Space Station—a camp of geniuses, a cradle of science."

"Look at these Black Tower dolls, how exquisitely crafted they are! I've heard more than once that people secretly praise them behind their backs: 'She's so beautiful...'"

[Black Tower: ...What's going on? My space station is being monitored, by the fourth mirror?]

[Walter: Why release these videos when it's clearly about Onfaros? Are they implying something?]

[Silver Wolf: Hehe, I think your Black Tower minifigure is pretty good. I'll borrow one to play with.]

[Black Tower: You can try, but don't cry.]

[Aglaia: Several videos have already linked the Black Tower Lady to Onfaros; whether there is a deeper meaning behind them, whether it's about salvation or destruction.]

[Star: As long as things don't reverse, the Black Tower will definitely come to our aid.]

[Aista: The space station…it seems that during the time we were evacuating, Lady Black Tower was concentrating all the resources of the entire space station.]

The narration on screen continued, with a slightly cheerful tone.

"But if you ask me, their recreation of Lady Black Tower's beauty isn't even a tenth... no, not even a hundredth. This isn't flattery; I'm just stating an objective fact..."

Chapter 293 The Fourth Mirror

In the scene, Black Tower sits on a witch's staff, staring directly at the red flash of the Venerable One, and she is asking a question.

"Do you remember this scene? What an exhilarating sight! The esteemed Lady Black Tower of the Genius Club #83 is questioning the great All-Knowing One, seeking the mysteries of divinity from Him!"

"Continuing from where we left off, the legendary tale of a genius capable of rewriting the history of the galaxy begins here..."

Just then, a mature and dignified female voice interrupted its speech.

"...I said, the fourth mirror—who are you talking to?"

The Fourth Mirror: "Uh... I just wanted to add a bit of ceremony to our entrance, Lady Black Tower."

"Oh, the sense of ceremony for a debut..." Black Tower was in a bad mood.

"...There's no way such a thing exists! It would be fine if I could actually talk to the machine head, but the problem is... it's not responding at all!"

The Fourth Mirror retorted, "But Lady Black Tower, look here... judging from the image alone, you are clearly already standing in front of the Venerable Master Boshi!"

Black Tower glanced at it casually. "Oh, that? It's just a holographic projection. It's impossible for them to actually summon the real machine head here."

The Black Tower itself appears in the image, its eyes obscured by a round brim of a hat, and a key necklace around its neck.

"That's called a sense of ritual, isn't that what you value most?"

Why is your head so pointy?

[Silver Wolf: Hahaha. You old hag, I'll laugh at you for the rest of my life for talking to yourself in front of the projection, hahaha...]

[Rin: Oh, I see. No wonder I didn't feel that pressure this time. But what's with this fourth mirror? I really want to break down the fourth wall!]

[Star: Black Tower, this is just like what netizens said: I've already taken my pants off, and this is what you show me?]

[Firefly: Ahem, Star. Don't speak rudely; it's bad for your image.]

[Fufu: I understand, I understand. A sense of ritual is of course the most important thing, just like there must be a welcoming ceremony for my first meeting with you, the Water God.]

[Black Tower: Who gave you permission to watch this? You despicable video blogger, what have you done to me?]

[Klee: Wow, Aunt Black Tower is wearing the same hat as Mom…Klee misses Mom.]

[Jean: Little Klee, can I play with you all day today?]

Klee: Hehe, thanks Jean, Captain.

[Black Tower: Wait a minute... Auntie? I... never mind, I'll forgive you this time since you're just a kid. Call me sister.]

[Hanabi: It's true, you don't even know how long you've lived, and you still have a kid calling you 'sister.' Sweetie, Hanabi-neechan will send you a bomb to play with.]

[Black Tower: You! You think you're immune to bombs? Call me sister, and I'll send you a bomb that can destroy a planet.]

[Abedo: Ahem, as Klee's guardian, I think it's unnecessary, everyone.]