Chapter 1263 - 967: The Truth

Chapter 1263: Chapter 967: The Truth

At the moment Huai Shi chuckled.

Within the Ivory Tower, old campus—all layers locked, beneath the splendid matrix, a familiar figure slowly emerged, raising his gaze.

An elderly man with white hair down to his waist wearing a black suit and handmade leather shoes, with his cufflinks and tie meticulously arranged.

Luo Su!

"It’s still not too late to stop now, Woodman."

Luo Su flicked the ash from his phantom cigarette, glaring mockingly at his opponents with a smile: "Otherwise, beware of being left without a grave—"

"Just this kind of illusion is supposed to deceive me, Luo Su?"

Woodman sneered and shook his head, exposing the deception: "I wouldn’t even mistake your whereabouts, playing the empty city stratagem, you’ve got the wrong place!"

While speaking, he waved his hand, and the silent Heretic King stepped forward with a punch!

Decisively obliterating that residual phantom, and following up with unreserved strikes on the shockwave before him, causing the tree-like veins to rupture, countless tomes falling from the sky, covers cracking.

And Woodman had already reached out to grasp a tome slowly descending from the air, his hands trembling with excitement, his eyes almost glowing.

But soon, in his grasp, that tome... began to shrink.

The thickness rapidly thinning.

Ultimately, transforming into a worn-out book filled with cracks.

Leaving Woodman’s smile gradually frozen.

It was the Event Spirit signed with Luo Su in those days...

—The "Confessions"!

In that instant, in Woodman’s hands, the cover of the confessions slowly opened, and what surged forth was seventy years’ accumulation of grief and resentment.

Eternal pain, irrevocable mistakes, unbearable losses, unacceptable consequences.

Emotions named ’Confessions’.

—And the terrifying radiance almost set to destroy itself along with the world!

The enormous old campus violently trembled at once.

Boiling tidal waves, tearing clouds in the sky, everything collapsing internally with thunderous crashes!

The self-destructive mechanism set up seventy years ago activated in that moment, massive amounts of Source Substance becoming doom’s light, silently mourning under the command of ’Confessions’.

Evaporate!

The grand yet eerie old campus shrank swiftly into a singularity of void in the blink of an eye!

Whether it be Woodman’s phantom or the elite of Golden Dawn, they were all swallowed within, disappearing completely.

But immediately, that tiny singularity emitted a boom, expanding slowly, forcibly stretched open from within... A broken figure fell out, rolled, back to the ground of the Ivory Tower, disgorging golden-red blood.

A once majestically carved golden body now covered with cracks.

Heretic King!

A once unparalleled strongman, now reduced to losing legs, only an eye, even half his body... gravely wounded!

"Surprised?"

Luo Su laughed heartily, ignoring the waitstaff’s gaze as if at a fool inside the fast-food joint, grinning at the phantom in the window: "How’s that self-conceived cleverness, Woodman?"

Woodman’s expression grew dark, his smile vanished.

Replaced by spasms and distortion.

Ugly as an Evil Ghost.

"Luo Su!!!"

Despite being a phantom, he reached to grab this Old Turtle’s collar, losing control in a roar: "Where is the Book of Fate? Where did the Book of Fate go?"

"Oh, you mean this?"

Luo Su raised his right hand, in his palm, an ancient tome reappeared, exuding an air of undeniable dignity.

"Want it?" He smiled, offering the book: "Take it."

Woodman froze, dumbfounded.

But immediately following, Luo Su spread his arms, drawing out one, another, yet another...

Each and every one was the "Book of Fate"!

Ultimately, a mountain of Books of Fate piled up together, placed on the table, pushed towards Woodman: "You could’ve said so sooner, wanting them, I could give you the whole lot.

This kind of thing, after all, is available in abundance, why go through so much trouble?"

"You... you..."

Woodman’s bewildered gaze moved from him to the array of Books of Fate on the table, his phantom seemingly on the verge of shattering: "Why? This... I..."

"Since it’s all fake anyway, it’s no big deal."

Luo Su nonchalantly waved his hand, bluntly and happily breaking through the facade.

"After all, from seventy years ago, it’s been fake. Had you wanted it earlier, I could’ve given Golden Dawn members each a copy... Then everyone would be legitimate Heavenly Kingdom lineage, wouldn’t that be wonderful?!

These things are standard on our side, Huai Shi, Huai Shi, did you hear? Hurry and get your copy out, show the predecessors!"

Upon the snowfield, Huai Shi shrugged helplessly, raising his hand, exhibiting his Book of Fate before Woodman, savoring his stunned expression.

Passing the book over.

"No, want it?" he asked, "Take it..."

Woodman’s face spasmed uncontrollably, his eyes turning scarlet, yelling, roaring, abandoning decorum, his phantom swiping wildly, rough-manneredly attempting to slap the tome from Huai Shi’s hand.

It passed right through.

Huai Shi was struck by awkwardness.

"This is what you refused."

He earnestly said: "Can’t blame me for not giving."

"What the hell, are you trying to fool me with this junk forever?!"

Woodman screeched: "Luo Su, where exactly is the Book of Fate!"

"How would I know something like that."

Luo Su flicked the ash from his cigarette and said indifferently, "Whoever wants to pick it up can go ahead, picking it up is gaining, after all I’m not interested... I’ve thrown it away ages ago!"

"Impossible!!!"

Woodman denied, "Then what has been placed in the Ivory Tower for the past seventy years?! I can clearly feel it! I can feel it! How could it be a fake!"

How could a fake deceive the entire world for seventy years!

Whether it be the Golden Dawn, members of the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy, or even the Jurisdiction Bureau and the Existence Institute, they’ve used all sorts of methods to verify the authenticity of the Book of Fate!

How could it be fake?

Luo Su whistled, studying his nimble fingers, he sighed naturally, "This, it’s due to my exceptional skills in forgery... By the way, do you remember what stage I was in when the Heavenly Kingdom fell back then?"

Woodman was stunned.

He recalled carefully.

When the Heavenly Kingdom fell, Luo Su seemed... to still be at the Fourth Stage.

Faced with such a sudden upheaval, if Luo Su hadn’t found the Book of Fate at a critical moment, advanced to Fifth Stage, and forcibly stabilized the Ivory Tower’s situation, preserving a bit of vitality for the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy, everyone might not have what they have today.

But...

"Let me tell you another secret."

Luo Su leaned closer to his ear, whispering softly, "Actually, including my ’advancement,’ it was all fake."

"..."

Woodman’s expression twitched, not only grotesque or dazed, but with eyes staring fiercely at the man in front of him, as if wanting to devour him.

"To be precise, I should say, from the beginning, not all the truth was made public, right."

Luo Su whistled, his eyebrows danced with excitement, "It’s commonly known that at the pinnacle of the Path of Dusk is Heimdall representing military conquest and control, and Mimir representing strategy and wisdom...

Actually, this is itself a ruse, an illusion used to conceal the truth.

Because once the truth is spoken out, it would be feared and isolated by everyone, rather better to disguise it and hide, just need to let the students and disciples know..."

With anticipation and wicked pleasure, Luo Su smiled, leaning closer to Woodman’s face, carefully scrutinizing his expression:

"—Guess, what is ’Mimir’s’ real name?"

By now, what could it be?

’Strategy,’ isn’t it synonymous with ’conspiracy’?

’Wisdom,’ isn’t it inseparable sibling to ’schemes’?

’Truth’? Isn’t it so different from ’lies’?

Mimir?

Such a glorious title is hardly necessary!

For it is itself the embodiment of evil within the Nordic God System, the symbol of war’s dark side, the essence of humanity’s malice and lies, the master of all illusions and falsities.

Not only to toy with opponents, but even to deceive, exploit, and control one’s own people!

In that moment, Woodman’s mouth made a hoarse sound, finally comprehending the truth hidden for countless ages, furious beyond restraint:

"—Loki!"

"YES!"

"YES!!"

"YES!!!"

The master of fire and lies nodded vigorously, wide-eyed, enthusiastically clenching his fist and shouting: "How about it? Isn’t it interesting? Isn’t it fun?

Oh my, even if Kaja scorns me to no end, this feeling of spinning everyone around with just one lie is tantalizingly satisfying!"

"Thank you, Woodman!"

He graced him with a grateful smile, nearly tearing up: "Thank you for your cooperation and performance! I’ve waited for this day, waited for seventy years!"

Starting seventy years ago—

He had been waiting for this day, this moment to come...

This is the necessary condition for achieving ’Mimir.’

Through thorough and sophisticated strategies to change the situation, gain success, win everyone’s recognition, become the true leader—finally, from Hell, extracting a truth beyond doubt, utterly combining with it, transforming into the synonym for mystery and wisdom!

Above these, not all are deception.

At least, except for the last point, all are truths.

But in reality, even this too is a masterpiece by the first generation Dusk King, Loki—in the advancement ceremony, the offering was never truth.

But instead, a lie.

A lie that everyone believes to be true!

The more people believe, the deeper the waves caused, the more immense the impact, the richer the resulting Sky’s Command.

And this, was the decision Luo Su made seventy years ago when Utopia welcomed the split...

A bold gamble!

Just like that, standing beneath the collapsing Sky Dome, spreading a grand lie.

"Everyone don’t worry, the Book of Fate isn’t lost, I’ve found this thing back, safely preserved, look there’s videos and witnesses..."

It’s common knowledge that videos can’t be faked, how could it possibly be fake?

No one wants to believe it’s fake.

Skillful arrangements, credible witnesses, even meticulously planned inspections... each step makes this lie more perfect.

The more people believe, this hope constructed on lies will seem increasingly real!

When everyone knows the Book of Fate is preserved in the Ivory Tower, then ’the Book of Fate is in the Ivory Tower,’ becomes the truth.

The trust of countless people, reverses illusion into reality.

Achieved the crown of today’s King of Lies!