A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 818 - 496: Father and Daughter (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Uncle left Bailuo, saying he was heading to Yizhou World. This statement was not wrong, but he was not going immediately.

The Flood had opened the barrier, but even without the Flood, with Uncle's current Ability, he could come and go freely. Otherwise, he wouldn't have told Bailuo that if summoned, he could return immediately.

Being able to return means being able to leave; the two are no different.

"Did you wait here specially to tell me something?"

A mist shrouded the area, and a figure appeared beside Uncle, shockingly it was The Silencer who had previously made a deal with Bailuo.

"You shouldn't have let that child bring me back."

"I have done that before," The Silencer spoke, "but the results weren't good."

"This time I'm here."

"However, this has nothing to do with me."

The Silencer discerned the invitation hidden in Uncle's words but had no intent to be deeply involved, as this simply wasn't her war.

"They are the Giant Gods who created the world, deeply connected to this world, whereas I, I am but a passerby."

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The Silencer continued, "Emperor Id Halar, Carnafate, Owen Layne, Artian, and I should not interfere too much."

"You have the power to interfere."

"This is not for you to say," The Silencer replied, removing her hood to reveal a pale face, "what should I call you? The great trio from Muzaru, the great Artian, or... my father?"

"Asaleth..."

Uncle's mood grew heavier; having been resurrected from non-existence, he learned many things, such as his relationship with the woman before him, and why she resented him.

Meanwhile, Uncle entered an indescribable state, as a vast array of wisdom incessantly flooded in.

It felt like infinite time, yet also as if not a second had passed.

He felt he saw many things, but faintly, Uncle also felt that time had not moved at all, he hadn't perceived anything, it all seemed ethereal, merely his own conjecture and memories.

Likewise, it was the same now.

Uncle encountered The Silencer, but did he really meet such a person, or was it merely his own fantasy?

Truth and falsehood, right and wrong.

At a certain level, some things, some matters, become difficult to distinguish so clearly.

Just as Bailuo saw Yagen, the Silencer Uncle saw in his mind should be called Asaleth, and her identity, his daughter who should exist, yet does not.

"You gave all your love to Yatun, he is your pride."

"As for me..."

Asaleth drifted backward, putting some distance between herself and Uncle, "I am just the secret you do not wish to be known."

"The daughter of Artian, a person who should never have spoken."

"She is not even like Isefia!"

Asaleth's voice grew colder. Suddenly, she raised the scythe in her hand, its blade now positioned before Uncle's neck, "Is this the gift you give me?"

"Your power is far stronger than you think," Uncle said, "so you should not have spoken."

"Why come to me now?"

"Because I need your power."

Uncle didn't know why he said these things, but deep down, he felt this was how he should speak, "He needs your power."

"..."

Asaleth was almost too flustered to hold the scythe, "Enough! I will neither help him nor fight against him. This is my answer, past, present, and future, it will never change!"

"I have prepared a physical body for you."

"I've said..."

"Give me a chance to make amends," Uncle remarked passionately before she could speak, "Child."

"..."

As the ancient Silencer, the guardian at the border of existence and non-existence, Asaleth had never seen such a shameless person.

Yet strangely, the person in question was meant to be reborn as Artian, his words echoing what 'Artian would say if he existed.'

If Artian and The Silencer did not exist, their conversation would naturally be moot.

Conversely, if both existed and could converse as people, the words spoken at this moment would be their meeting lines.

"Do you think I despise you because I want to call you father?"

"You are also my pride."

Uncle unabashedly began to say what Asaleth liked to hear, "Did you deliberately make it tough for him because of my thoughts about him?"

"Fate has changed, right?"

From Asaleth's previous words Uncle deduced that he was supposed to have died, yet now, Bailuo had resurrected him.

No, not Bailuo.

Asaleth had absolute control over the dead, and if she did not wish to let him return, no matter Bailuo's abilities, it would be futile.

Thus, Asaleth made a choice.

"Tell me about the fate, child."

"In the future you see," Uncle said, "what will happen to Xiao Luo and how will it end."

"Tell me."

"Stay away from me!"

The scythe pressed against Uncle's chest, Asaleth furiously exclaimed, "From the beginning, it has always been him, him, him. Is he that important to you?"

"More important than me?"

"..."

Uncle was silent for a moment, under normal circumstances he should have responded following her words, but for some reason, Uncle didn't want to lie about this matter because that was his bottom line, "Yes, he is more important to me than anything else."

"Huh!"

The scythe was raised high, a glimpse of murderous intent flashed through Asaleth's eyes, "Then use your life in exchange for my help for him!"

"Then forget it."

Uncle shook his head; he did not wish to risk his life here, "With just your power alone, it's impossible to turn the tides, I will seek other forces."

"You!!"

Asaleth was stunned; she could not believe that was Uncle's reaction.

Where was the comfort, the compromise, the concession?

"You're right, in both my eyes and Artian's, you've always been the negligible one."

This was the harsh truth; firstly, Uncle's name was Saros, he had never seen The Silencer nor felt any emotional connection with her, viewing her was like looking at a daughter from a past life—an utterly pointless notion.

Then, did Artian care much about this daughter?

No, not at all.

Artian only cared about his career, like those men who for the sake of career could wholly forget their families, except for Yatun.

Artian cherished his last student as Uncle doted on Bailuo.

He was always their pride.

"This is the answer," Uncle spoke, "and the truth."

"If Artian manifested into the world, became a person," Uncle continued, "these are the words he would say to you."