Chapter 611: Roselle: Are the Stars a History from the Past?
"You really should be careful. As long as the Hidden Sage isn't foolish, He will definitely find an opportunity to deal with you," the Lamp Genie reminded from the side.
Bernadette didn't speak. She was still one extraordinary trait of the Knowledge Emperor short of ascending to Sequence 1.
Although the Hidden Sage hadn't become a true Sequence 0 yet, He should have already collected three extraordinary traits of the Knowledge Emperor. He just hadn't fully fused them to ascend.
This was her assessment of the Hidden Sage's current strength.
To ascend to Sequence 1, she had to find the Hidden Sage and seize an extraordinary trait of the Knowledge Emperor from Him. Then, when ascending to Sequence 0, she would choose the Black Emperor pathway.
This was the best path for her future.
So, even if the Hidden Sage didn't target her, she would still seek the protection of the Stars to help deal with Him.
"Be wary of the Fallen Mother Goddess. This was my advice to your father, Roselle," the Lamp Genie said before retreating into the Wish Lamp.
He didn't know what exactly was happening in the Feysac Empire, but the fleeting aura of the Fallen Mother Goddess was definitely not a good sign.
On the vast ocean, in the area once stained with blood, the blood had been completely washed away. However, the sea beasts in the nearby waters, due to pollution, had turned into bizarre, bloodthirsty predators.
As a starlight fell on an island in the sea, the fierce predators dove into the depths, not daring to emerge. The door of a black tomb slowly opened.
Upon seeing Roselle again, his mental state looked much better than the last time.
He wasn't sitting on the stone throne with both hands on the sword hilt in a pretentious pose. He seemed like an old man disturbed from sleep, unable to fall back asleep, and could only get up and move around, pacing back and forth in the dark tomb.
"Your history doesn't belong to the present, but to the past, right?"
The first thing Roselle asked was what he most wanted to know.
Although he had always stayed in the tomb, he wasn't completely ignorant of what was happening outside, especially regarding the Stars.
Hastur, the Stars, the young man—these keywords combined made him unable to rest peacefully, always waiting for the Stars to return once more.
Hastur said with a joyful tone, "My history lies in the endless future."
"..." Roselle was silent for a while, his expression strange, wanting to speak but holding back, feeling quite uncomfortable.
Hastur understood what Roselle wanted to say at that moment: *How can you be more pretentious than me!*
That was probably the meaning.
"Let's be frank. We come from the same place, don't we?" Roselle no longer hid, staring directly at Hastur.
"All life in this universe is a part of the original Creator. He is the source of everything here."
"You clearly know what I want to ask, yet you answer me like this?"
"Roselle, I can only tolerate this transgression once."
"..."
Roselle's words were stuck in his throat. He could only guess and couldn't be sure.
"I've just stayed in this damned place for too long and gone a bit mad. Please forgive my tone," Roselle said self-deprecatingly.
"I can see that."
Roselle's expression froze. "The Stars seem particularly human?"
"You are you, and I am me. What's the difference between humanity and divinity?"
Roselle's mouth twitched slightly. *This guy is really good at being pretentious!*
"The Stars, residing above the sky, overlooking everything, do you know of a star called Earth?"
Hastur merely looked at Roselle with a probing gaze and said calmly, "This planet was called Earth in ancient times. It was an era dominated by technology, but its life was as brief as their lifespan."
The Stars knew about Earth!
But this answer felt different from what Roselle wanted to hear.
The Stars seemed to speak from the perspective of an ancient observer, calmly recounting Earth's once brief glory.
Roselle fell silent.
"You come from a history of the past, longing to find someone with similar experiences to avoid loneliness."
"You can see that?" Roselle exclaimed in shock.
"The Stars observe everything," Hastur's tone remained flat. "You are merely experiments of the Lord of Mysteries, lucky survivors of His resurrection ritual."
Roselle's expression changed visibly, suppressing his surging emotions, and said coldly, "Is this something to be lucky about?"
"At least you didn't die with the end of an era. Being alive is a form of luck."
Roselle took a deep breath, sneering, "Such a correct yet heartless statement."
"Your emotional fluctuations are because you haven't lived long enough. Your anger and resentment are just jokes to the Lord of Mysteries."
"I'm starting to believe you're not from our era," Roselle said, looking deeply at Hastur, then closed his eyes to adjust his mood. When he opened them again, his face was expressionless.
"Stars, is there anything else you want to convey this time?"
"Be wary of the Fallen Mother Goddess."
Hastur projected the scene of the Feysac Empire engulfed in black light, seen by the Primordial Hunger, in front of Roselle.
Roselle watched silently and then snorted, "I wondered why I couldn't sleep well recently. So, it's that damned witch causing trouble again!"
*Damned witch?*
*Roselle, you sure know how to nickname the Fallen Mother Goddess. No wonder She won't let you go.*
This was said in pure Mandarin, sounding somewhat nostalgic.
*Just like Klein's probing tactics, it's really dirty.*
*Are all you Earth transmigrators so good at this?*
Hastur remained calm, unmoved by Roselle's words.
"Aren't the Stars curious about the language I just spoke?"
"The Stars observe everything. You should always remember this."
"The Stars also know this language?"
"Compared to the current Giant Language and Ancient Feysac Language, this language isn't that difficult to understand."
"The Stars also understand this script?" Roselle's expression was complex as he summoned the great sword stuck in front of the throne, held it, and casually drew two large Chinese characters on the ground.
*Stars.*
Hastur glanced at it, feeling like a primary school student writing messily on a blackboard.
Roselle's handwriting wasn't very good.
"Stars," Hastur said calmly, extinguishing Roselle's last bit of hope.
Roselle hesitated, hoping, and asked, "The Stars haven't read my diary, have they?"
Hastur wanted to say, "That Tarot card representing the Witch pathway is in my hand," but thought it would be more interesting to save this trump card for when he brought Bernadette and Klein next time.
"Do you mean the Witch's scent is quite nice?"
"..."
Roselle was stunned, unable to speak.
He thought he no longer cared about his reputation, but being confronted with his past absurdities still made him feel ashamed.
*Ah, I really want to find a place to bury myself and wait for death.*
After a while, Roselle coughed lightly, "I didn't expect the Stars to be so humorous. It's truly shocking."
Hastur looked at him meaningfully, not continuing the topic, but stating his second purpose for being there.
He intended to use the authority of the Stars' return to help Roselle completely break free from the control of the Fallen Mother Goddess.
He believed that once the offspring of the Fallen Mother Goddess, who was wandering somewhere, knew what was happening here, they would surely come to investigate.
"Everything will be arranged by the Stars."
After Hastur left, Roselle prepared to walk back to the throne. After a few steps, he sat on the steps, pondering his conversation with the Stars.
"Are the Stars transmigrators or ancient sky observers?"
"Ah, how can He know Chinese characters! This is so embarrassing!"
"Little Bernadette is His follower. If she ever finds out what I've done, won't my great father image completely collapse?"
"Sigh, as Brother Xun said, who can be a serious person if they write a diary?"
"What was I thinking when I didn't destroy the diary and let it circulate?"
Roselle's sigh echoed in the empty tomb.