Chapitre 545: Chapter 545: Klein, the Sleeping Beauty
Chapter 545: Klein, the Sleeping Beauty
In online novels, time travel is an intriguing concept. It allows you to escape from a mundane and boring life and enter a brand new world.
There, you can assume a new identity while still being yourself. You can interact with different people and experience different things.
You can shed a frail body that struggles to live to a hundred, and escape the physical limitations that make climbing stairs a breathless endeavor. You have countless choices and can become someone far beyond your imagination.
Abilities like controlling the weather and walking on air, which only appear in TV dramas, can be easily grasped by you.
Surpassing your ordinary self, you become a version of yourself that exists only in dreams.
Time travel sounds like an incredibly fortunate thing.
But what if you only traveled through time?
...
In Backlund, Audrey, who was about to rest in bed, felt the call from Mr. Fool.
She instructed Susie to guard outside the room, lay down on the bed, and recited the name of the Fool to respond to the call.
She arrived at the ancient palace above the gray fog, which was not the usual meeting time. The palace was silent and desolate, devoid of any signs of life, only a chilling sensation emanating from the depths of the soul.
Does Mr. Fool stay alone in this palace for millennia?
Audrey couldn't help but wonder. Soon, she noticed a small room on the side, with its mottled door slightly ajar.
Mr. Fool called her tonight because of a request from Mr. World. He wanted her help with a psychological issue.
She accepted the commission and came here.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, Audrey walked into the dark little room. A wall separated her from Mr. World.
She slowly sat down, leaning against the wall. In the quiet atmosphere, she adjusted her state and then said in a light tone, "Good evening, Mr. World."
As her voice echoed in the small, silent room, her spiritual intuition sensed the changes in Mr. World's mental state on the other side of the wall, or rather, his emotional fluctuations.
Gloomy, depressed, confused, uninterested in anything, as if his life had reached its end, with no hope, only deep despair plunging into an abyss.
Has Mr. World experienced a major life upheaval?
Audrey had felt such emotions before when she and Mr. Hastur went to the dock area and saw those who had lost all hope in their eyes.
The people there exuded an aura of near-death and the end of life from the depths of their souls.
At that time, she was not yet a psychologist and couldn't accurately analyze their mental state.
Now, the state of Mr. World reminded her of that past, proving that his mental state was the same as those people's.
"Good evening, Miss Justice."
Mr. World, separated by a wall, finally broke the silence.
This was a relatively good start. At least, Mr. World was willing to greet her.
"I'm curious about what you've experienced. It seems you've had a lot of painful encounters," Audrey said in the same tone.
"If you're willing to share with me, we can chat like friends."
"Of course, if you're interested in my life, I'm also willing to share some interesting things."
Mr. World fell into a brief silence again.
Audrey thought for a moment, then smiled slightly, her eyes brightening. "I recently heard an interesting joke."
"A dog asked a cat, 'Why do you always look so relaxed?' The cat replied, 'Because I'm a cat, and we're different creatures.' The dog nodded and said, 'I understand. So, I'm a happy dog.'"
"This joke was told to me by a dog."
Silence. Silence was the joke of the night.
Well, I also think the joke isn't very funny... Seeing no reaction from Mr. World, Audrey pouted slightly, then quickly composed herself and tentatively asked, "Mr. World, you should know that I have an extraordinary dog, right?"
At this moment, Mr. World's slightly hoarse voice finally came from the other side, "What are your hopes for the future?"
Finally, some response... Audrey's eyes twinkled as she seriously answered, "I aim to improve myself and strive to become a demigod sooner, so I can better protect my father, mother, and brothers."
Hmm, Mr. Hastur can protect himself and doesn't need my protection.
"I once visited the dock area in Backlund, where there's a slum. The people living there are impoverished both materially and spiritually. It was the first time I realized that the world is different from what I imagined."
"It's not just about fine wine, coffee, desserts, and tea, but also about human suffering, where people can't get enough to eat or keep warm. It's a world entirely different from the one I've known since childhood."
"They exist in the slums, in Backlund, and you can imagine how much unseen suffering is happening in this world..."
Audrey's empathetic words made her keenly aware of Mr. World's psychological state, like a calm lake disturbed by a small stone, creating ripples and waves.
Audrey continued, "Everyone's life script is unique. Some, like me, have a smooth journey and are seen as winners in life. Some are born poor but strive to improve. Some face unexpected twists and turns, leading an adventurous life..."
"But I believe that no matter what kind of life, as long as you're alive and have the ability to make even a small change, like preparing an extra fried egg for breakfast tomorrow morning, it's a good start."
"Giving up is the easiest option in the heart because you just need to let things be and not make any changes..."
Audrey's gentle words finally caused a subtle emotional change in Mr. World on the other side of the wall.
"You once obtained information about dragons from the Sun. You should have some understanding of the Dragon of Imagination."
"If, and I'm just saying if, one day you suddenly discover that your father, mother, and brothers were all imagined by the Angel of Imagination and never truly existed, how would you react?"
I would probably collapse on the spot, even lose control... Audrey was somewhat terrified by this question, but she quickly realized the underlying psychological issue of Mr. World.
He must have just experienced a similar life upheaval.
This is the crux of his psychological problem.
Audrey didn't answer directly but instead asked, "It seems you've witnessed the shattering of hope."
A self-deprecating laugh came from the other side of the wall, "I once naively thought I still had family in this world. Later, I realized it was just a wishful fantasy."
"Why do you say that?"
After a few seconds of silence, Mr. World's voice resumed, "You must have read many of Emperor Roselle's fairy tales used for family education."
"Those are my childhood memories."
"Then you should know the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Prince." In the dark room, only Mr. World's low voice narrated, "There was a person who also fell asleep until one day he woke up... He thought his family was still there. He worked hard to improve himself, to advance to higher sequences, to find a way to reunite with his family. This became the entire meaning of his life."
"But in the end, he found that he had slept for at least three hundred years, maybe a thousand years or longer. Everything he once had was gone forever, never to be recovered..."
Such intense pain and confusion made Audrey, as a psychologist, deeply empathetic and understand how to help Mr. World.
Mr. World, who had lost his life goal, needed a new one. Only when he had a new goal to pursue could he climb out of the abyss of despair and walk in the sunlight again.
"If I were the protagonist of the story, I think I would go through a period of pain, confusion, and aimlessness, but I would eventually seek the source of all these events."
"People often end their lives in confusion. When I finally wake up, I would rather die on the road to clarity."
"There are still many things to do, many questions to clarify. Even after a thousand years, history is there. Some people and things have survived. Perhaps there are others who have experienced the same as you, actively searching for something."
This time, Audrey clearly felt that Mr. World, like a dying patient grasping at a lifeline, was slowly climbing out of the dark abyss.
Yes, there are others who have experienced the same as me. They might also be from my era... Klein, Mr. World, suddenly thought of the three empty cocoons.
Undoubtedly, Emperor Roselle, Huang Tao, was also a time traveler.
And he realized that there were other time travelers, which is why he left diaries written in Chinese.
It was to provide some guidance and help to future time travelers.
Otherwise, Emperor Roselle could have destroyed his diaries.
In this regard, Huang Tao was indeed a good compatriot.
I am also one of the time travelers, so what about the other time traveler in the cocoon?
He must have left something in history, or perhaps, like me, he is living in the present!
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