I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 665 - 406 Nearly Ruined All Previous Efforts

Chapter 665: Chapter 406 Nearly Ruined All Previous Efforts Chapter 665: Chapter 406 Nearly Ruined All Previous Efforts The last Butterfly Effect caused the images to change even faster, as if flipping through pages of a book at high speed.

Yan Junze, who had been feeling dizzy and lightheaded, simply closed his eyes.

Before he opened his eyes, he could feel a scorching breath rushing toward him.

When he opened his eyes, he was taken aback to find himself back in a familiar place he had once visited—the large altar in the strange mountains of the Great Capital, USA.

At this moment, standing at the edge of the altar, the roaring flames were a distance away, but they seemed so special that Yan Junze felt as if he was about to be roasted.

He now had the chance to take a good look at the interior of the altar.

It was clear that the altar’s platform was man-made, a circular dias carved out at the top of the mountain. The platform was flat on top, hollow beneath, supported by a single reinforced pillar that sprang from within the mountain, diverging outwards to hold the circular platform steadystate/stat.

At the edge of this circular platform, stones were built up to house the offerings for activating the altar—special strangenesses.

However, the time seemed different from when Yan Junze had last traveled here; there were no offerings to be seen, nor the ancient Book of Oath in the middle of the platform.

Standing near the right side of the altar were several people. Junze stepped over the gap in the platform and walked over to them.

It didn’t matter anyway; these people couldn’t see him. He walked quickly, approaching a speaking elder directly.

He vaguely remembered this person, having seen him during the Great Rewind where he saved Ke’er and her mother. This guy seemed to be the one responsible for presiding over the activation of the altar.

Yet, within the Half Moon Association, his rank seemed to not be as high as Vice President Charles’s.

At this moment, the few people around him were all led by this elder, listening to him speak.

“The seventeen teams sent out have all reported back: they haven’t found any special strangenesses that can serve as replacements. Not only that, but four Mister Reapers have also been searching around the world, yet so far, they haven’t found any suitable substitutes.”

The elder’s voice was slow, but it was obvious that he was quite disheartened.

A man with brown hair sighed and said, “I knew it wouldn’t be easy to find one. The Corpse Bride only became a Super Container after a series of coincidences. It was related to her character while she was alive, and she also had to encounter a swindler who could move her. These are all unique conditions, and indeed, such special strangenesses are difficult to find.”

The leading elder looked down at the flames burning in the gap of the platform, “To ensure the altar functions smoothly, we’re now required to pour almost a ton of Parlin Gold Powder into this fire every day. The daily expenditure is astonishing, and this can’t continue like this…”

“How about we just shut down the altar for now,” another middle-aged man suggested.

The elder lifted his head, “I’ll make a call to the vice president. If it really can’t be helped, we might have to shut it down for the time being, and then restart it when we find a suitable special strangeness.”

The scene froze there.

[This is the third generation point of the Butterfly Effect. A correction is about to take place. Do you wish to view an uncorrected clip?]

“View the uncorrected clip,” Yan Junze silently commanded.

The scene began to play again as the elder walked off to the side, pulled out a mobile phone, and made a call to Charles. The phone rang only briefly before being promptly answered.

The elder seemed somewhat surprised, “Hello, vice president.”

Junze couldn’t make out what was being said on the other end of the call, so he simply leaned in, positioning his ear near the phone’s receiver, almost cheek to cheek with the elder, listening intently.

“I was just about to call you,” came Charles’s voice.

“Is that so, vice president, is there something you need?” the elder asked.

Charles sounded weary, as if he were about to faint at any moment, and said, “So far, we’ve found no strangeness similar to the Corpse Bride. The higher-ups say let’s temporarily shut down the altar.”

The elder was taken aback, “Are you sure we should shut it down?”

“Yes, we’re sure to turn it off.” Charles seemed reluctant to say more and hung up the phone as soon as he finished talking.

Putting down the phone, the elder looked at the others, and after a pause, turned to look at the flames burning around him and said solemnly, “Starting now, stop supplying the Parlin Gold Powder.”

Everyone was silent.

The scene froze, and text prompts appeared.

[This is the first ripple event of the current Butterfly Effect. Do you wish to play the remaining 238 ripple events?]

“No need to play further. Correct this Butterfly Effec—…” Junze began.

But as the words left his mouth, he abruptly halted, quickly adding, “Wait.”

Considering the normal course of events, the altar was to be shut down, which meant his mission was accomplished. Why then would he need to fix it?

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Speaking of fixing the Butterfly Effect had almost become an automatic response, but now it seemed clear that this Butterfly Effect was already the objective of Junze’s Great Rewind. Since it had already caused the altar to be shut down, there was absolutely no need to repair it.

He’d nearly been led astray by force of habit.

Junze corrected his earlier words, “Don’t fix the third Butterfly Effect. But may I view what the first ripple event would look like if it were corrected?”

Text quickly appeared.

[You may view it. Do you wish to do so now?]

“View it.”

The frozen scene began to rewind, moving swiftly like water, then froze again and started to play.

The elder in charge of the altar picked up the phone and dialed Charles, who, just like before, answered promptly.