Capítulo 321: Otto from five hundred years ago?
As for the alleged mastermind behind the fragmented voice acting, Luo Mo claimed it had nothing to do with him.
He merely wanted to provide everyone, including the voice actors, with a perfect viewing experience.
As for the minor setbacks involved, those were insignificant.
Surely everyone can understand, right?
"Tsk... such mischievous intentions. That won't win you any favors with girls, you know~ Luo Mo," Elysia said with a hint of playful reproach, teasing Luo Mo.
Well, from what I can see, there's no shortage of beautiful girls around him.
It would be great if I could snatch them all away~
"Hmph, hmph, you needn't worry yourself about him, Miss Elysia," Kongming snorted twice and said, looking up at Elysia. She wouldn't allow another such formidable rival.
But judging from the end of the last episode, Elysia's identity was bound to be extraordinary; she had to inquire from various sources to learn that she was from fifty thousand years ago.
However... her skin was so well-maintained! Kongming looked at Elysia's smooth, delicate skin, feeling a little envious. Damn it, they're so big, so hateful! This accursed woman!
She looked down, her eyes falling on the top of her shoes, which only added to the gloom in her heart.
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Although the man's appearance was identical to the one in their memory, after a brief conversation with this newly appeared Otto, the changes in both his tone and the way he addressed them made them suspicious.
Considering whether this was also part of Otto's scheme, they didn't readily believe his words.
"So... you're saying... this is the year 2017, and you're all also from 2017 AD, and you all know me?" Otto said with a puzzled expression, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
After all, who would inexplicably appear 500 years in the future? And have a granddaughter calling him grandpa? Whose child was she?
Theresa and the others remained noncommittal about this point and didn't immediately acknowledge him as the Otto from the past, although what he said sounded plausible.
"After all, your existence is simply too abnormal. Among all the other spacetime information leaking into this place, there's nothing like you, a living, breathing person."
"Well... although this is indeed a valid reason for you to be wary of me... but I have a feeling that the future me must have done a lot of things that you can't accept."
Otto couldn't help but give a wry smile, a hint of helplessness on his handsome face.
These people in front of him had been vigilantly scrutinizing him, which proved that they did know each other, without a doubt.
It's just... did he do something heinous? They were staring at him as if he were a prisoner.
Finally, after a discussion, they concluded that he might be Otto from a parallel world, and based on the information, he was at the moment after winning the civil war; he had led his forces to defeat the main force of Schicksal's headquarters.
Tesla frowned when she realized this.
Generally speaking, history wouldn't be so strikingly similar; there should be some differences...
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Most people in the hall wore thoughtful expressions, harboring various speculations about the identity of this Otto who had appeared.
A gentle breeze carried the scent of grass and earth, sweeping through the corners of the room, dispelling some of the unpleasant atmosphere.
"This reminds me of someone's initial wording... parallel world?" Mobius said with an impassive face, glancing at Luo Mo.
There was a time when she actually believed that the game was some kind of parallel world, although it was a rather abnormal parallel... But after the Herrscher of Sentience appeared, she had overturned all her previous conclusions.
As expected, believing his words was undoubtedly a grave mistake on her part. What parallel world? There were clearly many things that didn't add up.
He had been deceiving them all along. No wonder they called him MiHoYo!
("MiHoYo" (米哈游), the name of the Company, sounds similar to the Chinese phrase "míhu yóu" (迷糊游), which roughly translates to "confusing game" or "deceitful game.")
"That's right, a parallel world. What's wrong with that?" Luo Mo said smoothly, sticking to his claim.
Whether it's a parallel world or not... depends on the definition. Anyway, as long as there are people with the same identities, it can be considered a parallel world.
He wasn't a scientist; it wasn't wrong, right?
"Tsk... whatever." Mobius gave him a disgusted look, deciding not to believe a word he said...
....unless he personally said he was willing to participate in an experiment or something like that.
Then it would definitely be true!
"Otto from five hundred years ago? Is that really possible? Doesn't that defy logic?" Theresa frowned, struggling to comprehend.
Although things like spacetime distortions and spatial rifts sounded reasonable, her sharp intuition still felt that something wasn't right.
Strange... wouldn't that mean she'd have a twenty-year-old grandfather when she was forty?
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During their idle chatter, they also began to discuss him (Otto) more.
As for that period of history, even Theresa was so familiar with it that she could easily recite it: Otto, with the support of the people, overthrew the old Schicksal.
But based on her opinion of Otto, Tesla didn't believe for a second that all the people would support him, although she admitted that her personal feelings might be clouding her judgment.
But if he was as righteous and glorious as history portrayed... she would rather believe that he must have been disguised or had rewritten history.
"...Indeed. It's not so much that I'm capable, but rather that everyone is willing to let me serve as a symbolic totem," Otto said, not minding the derogatory tone, but instead acknowledging it and explaining.
"It wasn't because of me that everyone united, but because of the 'legend of the Saint'."
"Saint? ...You mean, Kallen Kaslana?" Tesla asked suspiciously.
"Of course, besides her, there's no other Saint in my world," Otto nodded, and it was clear that even this Otto held Kallen, the Saint, in high regard.
He spoke with a hint of self-deprecation and sorrow, his eyes filled with grief and a touch of despair.
"Kallen... she died because of me. I couldn't bear the guilt, and all I could think about was escaping from myself in a meaningless second half of my life."
"Back then, I didn't dare, didn't want to, and wasn't capable of facing a world without her."
His calm tone held a certain power, compelling those present to listen quietly.
Afterward, he fled to a small island and chose to become a priest, using it to escape the reality he didn't want to face... a reality without Kallen.
A reality he couldn't accept.
[A parallel world? Is he really Otto from a parallel world?]
[How tragic... Even in this Otto's world, Kallen is dead...]
[Otto only believes in one Saint. The pure love warrior won't accept any other Saint!
[Things that happened in that bubble universe? Priest Otto... what a pity.
[Does that mean there's also an edgy Welt who wants to destroy the world? Haha--]
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"It wasn't Otto's fault... It's just that, at that time, I no longer understood... the meaning of my own existence." Kallen lowered her eyes, not letting anyone see the emotions within, her voice steady as she spoke.
"At that time, the Kaslana family was in decline. Robbing the rich to help the poor couldn't change the people. The corruption and darkness ran too deep. To quote a popular saying now, I... I couldn't do anything."
She even had the heart to make a joke. But Mei, who was present, darkened, feeling like she had been mocked again. Kiana chuckled stealthily and got her hair ruffled angrily by Mei.
"In short... I was at a dead end. I didn't want to bow my head, didn't want to confess. The only way I could think of was to use the death of a Saint to awaken the people."
"Or rather, I chose the easiest and most effortless way, according to my own will."
"But in the end, you still lived for the light. That's not a stain on your character~ There's no need to dwell on it," Elysia encouraged.
How should I put it? As expected of a Saint, she may not have been perfect in everything, but the beliefs she held onto, even death couldn't change them.
She didn't dislike this kind of person, who tried everything they could, only to meet their end in this world. It was a tragedy of that era.
"It's just... perhaps if I had lived, I could have done more," Kallen sighed.
"That's not necessarily true..." Mobius muttered, glancing at Kallen.
--- If you started a war and failed to win, things wouldn't necessarily have gotten better.
However, even she wouldn't say that out loud.
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Otto calmly recounted those turbulent years. After all, he was a nobleman; whether it was his status, knowledge, or the wealth he carried, he could live a carefree life and do whatever he wanted.
But the common people couldn't; the endless exploitation of the old Schicksal and the ravages of war made their lives unbearable... Uprisings were repeatedly suppressed, but the people's anger wouldn't submit.
Over time, the people developed a faith; they yearned for the one who was hanged, who sacrificed her life for the people... the Saint.
"They believed that Kallen was the only 'Saint' in this world. They believed that Kallen's death was atonement for 'all those born with sin'."
"They worshiped everything related to the Saint, using this spiritual sustenance to resist the dark rule of Schicksal."
As he spoke these words, there was a certain gleam in Otto's eyes, perhaps pride, perhaps longing. He hated those who had caused her death, yet he was among those responsible.
He... didn't know what to do. If his death could bring her back, he would willingly give his life. Unfortunately, the world didn't operate on the principle of a life for a life.
"So... you exploited all of this to become the Overseer?" Tesla asked from the side, recalling how Otto eventually led his forces to successfully become the Overseer, she made a reasonable deduction based on her understanding of him.
"This... why would you think that way..." Otto's eyes widened in astonishment.
Was that how she saw him? How could he possibly desecrate those who believed in Kallen? He only felt guilt and remorse...
"Isn't it because just looking at your face makes me think you'd definitely do something like this?"
"With this face, you betrayed the inventor of the Moonlight Throne, drove Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie to her death, and murdered the First Herrscher who fought for humanity!"
"With this face, you, with your unknown shady schemes, obstructed the First Herrscher's successor, released the Second Herrscher, and caused the deaths of ninety thousand innocent people!"
As it turned out, the twin-tailed lobster doctor couldn't change her temperament; the slight suppression only delayed her anger. Tesla couldn't hold back any longer and pointed at him angrily.
It wasn't directed at what Otto just said, she was simply targeting him as a person. This face... it just didn't look like the face of a good person!
In her view, Otto had repeatedly acted as a traitor to humanity, sabotaging several operations against the Herrschers, nearly leading to the demise of human civilization, and her friends around her had perished one after another... No wonder she was unwilling to go back and be Otto's liaison.
She definitely wouldn't be able to negotiate anything with him.
"..." Otto was speechless, looking at the suddenly enraged Tesla. After venting her anger, Tesla also realized she had chosen the wrong target; her harsh words came to a halt, and she softened her tone slightly, choosing to apologize.
"No, thank you," Otto quickly regained his composure, accepting the outburst.
Strangely, he didn't find it difficult to understand; instead, there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, as if... he wasn't particularly surprised by it.
"...There is indeed a void in my heart that even time cannot fill." He admitted this, because of it, he felt suffocated, as if living in hell every moment.
The void in his heart was eating away at him, he wanted to grasp onto something, but the only flame that could fill his heart had already been extinguished, and he couldn't rekindle it... He could only be enveloped by darkness, the cold wind whispering, leading him to a destination he didn't even know.
"The more I pursued the Saint's light, the more this void plunged my soul into the agony of darkness. It truly is an incurable poison."
"I have conducted human experiments, killed companions who admired me. Indeed, as you said, there is a terrifying risk of falling into boundless darkness."
"For me, to be a compassionate person like the Saint... is merely a form of asceticism, a precept, a form of self-restraint."
"Everyone, if I can still return to my own world after this bizarre encounter, I will relinquish my right as the first successor to the Schicksal Overseer."
He made a light-hearted joke, but it was sincere; it seemed he would keep his promise if this bizarre encounter were real...
The him at this moment would truly give up the position of Overseer because of this glimpse of the future and return to being a priest with peace of mind.
...Unfortunately, there are no "ifs." This was just a future that existed in words.
[Haha, "because of this face," that's rich! Tesla really dares to say anything. Isn't that a personal attack?]
[Otto... giving up being the Schicksal Overseer? Damn, it matches up, too bad it's five hundred years later.]
[He's not the Saint, so he can't do what the Saint could do, and the Saint couldn't do what he could do.]
[The current Otto actually seems a bit inferior? Can't even hold his head up in front of Kallen... How pathetic.]
[What a shame... We won't get to see a henpecked Otto. How sad and lamentable.]
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They continued to explore the ancient town and quickly discovered new clues.
For example, the puppet strings on Otto beside them undoubtedly indicated a connection to the Herrscher of Domination.
Next, they needed to take Otto around the town and repeatedly measure the location of the core. But they never considered why the puppet strings happened to be wrapped around this 'person from another space'.
While searching for traces of the core, they also thought more deeply about Otto in the main world.
Was he truly fixated on bringing Kallen back from the past? Did such a method truly exist? But Nagamitsu said… he had a chance to return to the past.
"If there were truly five hundred years… I would indeed change for this," Otto murmured from the side.
"If that person has lived for more than five hundred years… then the obsession in his heart should be ten times, even a hundred times greater than mine."
Undoubtedly, the one who knows oneself best is oneself. This statement has always been a metaphor, but at this moment, it transformed into reality.
No one understands Otto, but Otto understands himself. He did not believe that the him after five hundred years would be swayed by external information, anything at all.
Absolutely not.
Therefore, the only thing that could change his actions was himself, and the plan he already had. He chuckled softly, indirectly answering Tesla's previous question and allowing others to understand what kind of person Otto truly was.
"I admit that I am not a person who covets power. The direct reason I joined the anti-Schicksal rebellion was that they raised the banner of the Saint."
"Ah?" Tesla was somewhat puzzled.
"...From a selfish perspective, maybe I just don't want the name "Kallen" to experience any more failures."
"You–"
Otto chuckled bitterly, and in response to their questioning, he simply continued, "What I've said is the truth from the bottom of my heart. My motives may seem ludicrous or laughable to you..."
"But you should also know that when Kallen died, a part of me, a part that was called my 'self', died with her."
"And I have never stopped wanting to go back to the past, back to the days when Kallen was still alive, back to the time when I still had a 'self'."
Yes, he had this thought now, and he was certain that this thought wouldn't fade away with time. It would only grow stronger with each passing day, overwhelming all other thoughts in his mind.
"... " Theresa, Durandal, and Einstein were all silent.
Looking at Otto, who was confiding his innermost thoughts, for some reason they felt a bit sorry for him, but this was the future Schicksal Overseer!
A great figure who deeply influences reality, the things he can't do in the world are few and far between. A person like this…
"The future Overseer of Schicksal, the figure who has continuously influenced the fate of the world for five hundred years - yet just a walking shadow, a pitiful puppet?" Tesla couldn't help but utter this thunderous question, looking at the other person in disbelief.
[Just doesn't want to see Kallen's name go through any more failure... Tears welling up]
[Finally, people believe it – he really is for a woman? Only for a woman?]
[Five hundred years, five thousand years, is he obsessed with the number five? The number of pure love!]
[Let's calculate, it seems Fu Hua is five thousand years, so… she deeply loves me! (instant reply)]
[Bro, the Taixu Sword God on your head looks really cool]
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"He really... Sigh, it reminds me of Kevin," Elysia was a little sad, she rubbed against Eden's embrace and sighed.
Is Kevin like that now...?
A walking shadow of person, a pitiful puppet?
She didn't want these words to appear on her companions, but she had to admit that Kevin now... maybe He really is a shadow and puppet executing the Mei Plan.
"... " Kallen remained silent, looking at Otto's words from five hundred years ago and the ridicule in Tesla's words.
She didn't find it particularly amusing.
She just involuntarily tightened her five fingers, digging them into the flesh of her palm, her fair skin turning red, and she pursed her lips.
The subtle pain sharpened her thinking, preventing her from getting lost in it.
Her blue eyes took on a complex expression, intense emotions coursed through her heart, those words echoed in her ears, Otto's answers and his sorrowful helplessness.
She couldn't help but recall more, the face that was about to fade, the past buried by the world, like a movie replaying in her heart.
"Otto... Oh..." She murmured a name, feeling a pain in her heart. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps sympathy, she felt a sudden wrench in her heart, then it beat violently.
To live for five hundred years for one person?
To do everything just for a name?
She didn't know what that feeling was like, but just thinking about it made her want to cry.
Why?
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