บท 170: Chapter 171: Medici, You're in Quite a Sorry State!

The original plan could have directly avoided Medici's tragic fate, but there were also some issues. For instance, Lynn was unsure when he could accurately create a smurf account before Medici was turned into a hotpot. Moreover, Lynn had always had a concern: the Original Corruption theory of Medici.

Did Adam kill Medici purely to support Alista Tudor's rise, or was it because Medici himself had encountered pollution from an Outer God or Sefirot? There was no clear conclusion in the original.

Therefore, Lynn was also uncertain if he would arrive before Medici was turned into a hotpot only to find that Medici had already been polluted and had to die once. That would be too awkward.

Moreover... Lynn glanced at the evil spirit in front of him and sighed slightly.

Even if fate would be changed, memories would not, so the pain hadn't really disappeared! Sometimes Lynn wondered whether the preservation of original memories for those who interacted with him was a good or bad thing.

As for the new plan, on one hand, Lynn could directly act without blindly waiting. On the other hand, the hotpot Medici could directly attack Alista Tudor in retaliation—although the old plan also allowed for revenge, avenging before the event and after the event felt different.

The biggest advantage of this plan was that Medici and Lynn could mutually benefit and support each other in becoming gods.

Even the True Creator, if able to avoid defeat and losing too many anchors, wouldn't have become so insane—Lynn confirmed that the True Creator's followers in the Solomon Empire were almost like other True Gods followers, not like in the Fifth Epoch, where believing in the True Creator meant listening to his rap.

This was probably because in the Fourth Epoch, the True Creator had sufficient belief and anchors, thus could still restrain himself, not being so crazy.

A not-so-crazy True Creator might lay a good foundation for saving Sasrir—although Lynn hadn't figured out how to save Sasrir yet.

Of course, the new plan also had drawbacks. The biggest drawback was the risk of failure.

Even Lynn couldn't guarantee 100% that he could elevate Medici to Sequence 0 and become a god himself.

And this would make Medici's hotpot event a true history—because Lynn wouldn't execute the old plan after choosing the new one, making his efforts futile and causing many unforeseeable situations.

Lynn didn't like that.

So, what would you choose?

Lynn thought this as he saw Medici looking at him with a gaze as if he were an idiot. Medici hadn't thought about this question for long, almost deciding within three seconds.

"Lynn, are you really brainless? Your head is full of Shit?" Medici's opening was a familiar taunt, making Lynn's fist harden immediately.

"Stop—don't answer yet, let me beat you up first." Lynn raised his fist, showing a bright smile to the former War Angel, but his words were as cold as Arctic snow, "Because I find you really annoying today, Medici!"

Medici's taunting smile stiffened.

Then, Medici was indeed beaten up.

Even though he absorbed power from the spirit world, making his overall strength barely comparable to Sequence 4, the former War Angel obviously couldn't beat a Sequence 2.

After his routine beating of his younger brother, Lynn felt refreshed. He pretended to wipe his clean hands on Medici, then hypocritically said, "Are you alright, Medici? Do you need me to use some healing abilities?" His crocodile tears made it seem as if he hadn't just beaten Medici.

"Fuck Off!" Medici slapped his hand away, the former War Angel clearly not easily subdued. He had to bow under the eaves but retorted, "I choose your new plan. Blood humiliation can only be repaid with blood. Killing an ignorant Alista Tudor means nothing. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, that's my style."

"That's indeed your choice." Lynn skillfully ignored Medici's look that said, "I'll beat you up sooner or later," and sat back in his chair, saying, "In that case, I'll head to find you in the Fourth Epoch. The delivery should arrive soon, remember to sign for it."

As Lynn said this, his Fourth Epoch self indeed touched the familiar underground building entrance.

It was a seemingly abandoned underground building similar to the one in the Fifth Epoch, except the house above was inhabited. Whether the people were later moved in or placed there by Alista Tudor was unknown—Backlund still belonged to the Night Emperor at this time.

Lynn didn't care about this question, just as he didn't care if the air at this time had already grown Adam, or even added 99% concentration of Amon.

Lynn didn't care. He just looked at the residents in the house, snapped his fingers lightly, and smoothly entered the familiar building without anyone noticing. Then he saw the familiar high-backed chair and the familiar hotpot evil spirit.

"Yo, Medici, you're in quite a sorry state!"

Unlike the first time seeing the evil spirit version of Medici in the Fifth Epoch, the now vastly different Lynn not only didn't feel sad but also smiled and greeted.

On the high-backed chair, the Fourth Epoch Medici looked up, his gaze falling on the young angel not far away.

He was obviously stunned for a moment. A few seconds later, as if coming back to his senses, he looked at Lynn with a provocative smile, saying, "You don't look sorry, but after all these years, you haven't made any progress ascending. It seems like you're eating your meals off the dirt."

Obviously mocking Lynn for being worthless apart from his looks.

"Thank you for the compliment. I know I'm handsome." Lynn was not angry at all, responding calmly, then sat in front of Medici, examining this Medici from the Four Emperors War period.

Medici was more mature than in the Second Epoch and more vulnerable than in the Fifth Epoch. He still possessed madness and malice but seemed less numb and hysterical, more vibrant and sharp.

Clearly, this Medici, who had recently become an evil spirit, was more energetic than the one in the Fifth Epoch who had been lonely in the underground building for a thousand years.

This was very normal.

(End of Chapter)