The Girls Are All Coveting Me-Chapter 399 - 335: The Beginning of the Second Era of Turmoil

Before leaving the Abyss of Woe, Chloe couldn't help but ask Cedric, "Where are you planning to go next?"

"Maybe I'll go back to my hometown," Cedric's voice was very calm.

Chloe knew the hometown he was talking about.

If there's a place that Cedric would entrust things to, it could only be Aisha's hometown.

There, there is a pair of parents who, even if they guessed their daughter was involved in something dangerous, still chose to help raise her child.

"Go ahead, if there's a chance, say hello for me."

Cedric glanced at Chloe and suddenly said:

"So, you're not planning to keep hiding anymore?"

Chloe said, "There's no such thing as hiding. I didn't deny it from the start. It's true that we both had our calculations at first, and now leaning on each other is also real.

Wanting to be steadfast was true before, but eventually, it's also true that I became a scoundrel.

Of course…"

This man, who from the moment he arrived in this world, was always on the battlefield's frontline, turned his head to look at his son:

"Saying I would let you fend for yourself is false; fearing you'd get caught up in it is true. Unfortunately, it seems in your timeline, I didn't fulfill the duties of a father."

Cedric opened his mouth slightly, then finally bowed his head and said, "Why are you telling me this at such a time?"

"Perhaps it's guilt? I can't really sort out my emotions well, after all, seeing a son appear in front of me is truly an unprecedented experience."

Cedric chuckled and said, "You seem quite embarrassed now."

"It's beyond mere embarrassment. Strictly speaking, I didn't want to clarify the relationship too soon, not because I actually wanted to be a scoundrel, but because I feared they might have emotional vulnerabilities.

Our enemies have countless reasons and use all sorts of despicable means to trap and kill us. I always think, if I can reduce some weaknesses for them, I will reduce as many as possible."

Chloe's expression remained calm as a Buddha when saying these words.

Cedric snorted lightly, "I thought you were going to tell me to stay in this era."

"The River of Time Chronos's paradox device possesses the power to twist time. But precisely because of this, the River of Time can never truly descend in a miraculous form."

Chloe paused for a moment and said, "No matter what method you used to come to this era of ours, ultimately, someday, you and I will have to part as father and son. This is a conclusion drawn from reasoning."

Cedric smiled and said, "And from the emotional perspective?"

"I hope you stay, but I know you have to go." Chloe said honestly, "From the beginning you only came here to complete a mission. Whether or not there was an opportunity to stay, you wouldn't stay, right?"

Cedric nodded.

With a clear answer from his son, Chloe couldn't help but let out a sigh.

He couldn't resist expressing his thoughts:

"In this world, there are parents who love you, and a more beautiful future. All the possible tragedies you might face do not exist in this timeline. Even so, with an opportunity at hand, you still choose to return to that broken era?"

Cedric raised his head to look at the sky.

He didn't actually know whether he made this choice knowing the paradox device ultimately wouldn't let him stay here long-term or because he was inherently self-sacrificing.

But it didn't matter.

"Father, it's okay, they're the same."

Cedric spoke with gentle conviction:

"No matter what my era becomes, I will fight to the end in that world. Father, wasn't it precisely because you knew my choice that you left the saint's extraordinary traits for me?"

He turned and picked up Elu, disappearing before Chloe's eyes.

Goodbye, Father, Mother, I'm very glad to see you alive.

...

Seeing Cedric's figure disappear into the spatial rift, Chloe shook his head.

Such a stubborn and fearless silly son, who knows whose character he inherited in the end.

After Cedric disappeared, only then did Aisha slowly walk out from the side.

"He will be alright, won't he?"

"Why worry so much about him, why didn't you talk to him before he left."

"No need, I know we will meet again someday." Aisha thought of the obedient silly son in dreams and suddenly laughed, "It's rare to see you so embarrassed."

Chloe said nothing.

The Chinese father-child relationship is the strangest in the world; they are sovereign and minister, enemies, comrades. Perhaps only when one lies in a hospital bed can they truly reconcile.

But, no matter what, when the child needs him the most, he will try his best to be by his side.

"He will be fine, I'm still here."

Chloe spoke his decision with the calmest voice.

Rephya's simulation is not merely a simulation, nor is it an inference.

It's a special power that transcends the concept of time.

In countless timelines, the majority of existences will drown in endless possibilities.

But Chloe knows, despite not being able to do it now, as long as he lives, one day he will be able to do it.

Nothing else.

Because the Blessed with Many Children System will not disappoint.

"There will be a day where we meet again, right? System."

[Ding~ In countless possibilities of the universe, no one can escape the torrents, unless at the very beginning, they become the anchor for everything...]

"Speak plainly."

[Blessed with Many Children System, no substitutes allowed]

Chloe finally couldn't help but smile.

"Then let me eagerly anticipate the possibility of guiding countless BAD ENDs to a happy conclusion."

[Ding~ Blessed with Many Children System, wholeheartedly at your service]

...

This day marks the first day of Cedric's departure, and also the last day Chloe and others remain in the Abyss of Woe.

As the winds stir and the clouds gather, the continent undergoes great changes.

Some continue to forge ahead, while others lift their heads to gaze at the new variable.

Location: Church of Sun Chasers

The Pope prostrates beneath the statue, divine power turning his eyes into a brilliant golden yellow.

Two Cardinals reporting back to headquarters say sternly, "Your Eminence, have you sensed the source of that restless power? Is it a new Chosen One?"

The Pope raises his head, looking at the statue with sorrow in his eyes, "A new Saintess has already been born, God's spokesperson will walk the earth.

Everyone, prepare yourselves, the second Era of Turmoil is unfolding.

This time, it will be more terrifying, more cruel... and more despairing and suffocating."

The crowd exchanged glances, chills flashing in their eyes.

The small forces born in later generations have no idea of the horrors of the Era of Turmoil.

But the Church of Sun Chasers retains records from the end of the Era of Turmoil.

Famine-stricken world?

Joking, that's just the beginning.

Generations of powerful beings vanished in one battle, causing nearly all forces to start anew, this is the tragedy of the first Era of Turmoil.

King of Redemption Louis Charles Julius personally oversaw, spending nearly a century, allowing nations to digest the fruits of victory, but never reaching pre-war levels.

A mere Sequence Nine could rule wild in towns.

Ordinary Sequence Five were guests of honor among royal families.

Yet in the Era of Turmoil, Sequence Four Demigods could die abruptly, without any warning signs.

Now the Pope tells them that the second Era of Turmoil is coming soon.

How can they rest easy?

A Cardinal says solemnly, "Enter first-level combat readiness, also, mobilize the followers immediately to find the lost Saintess.

Your Eminence, did my Lord mention who the new envoy is?"

"He did," the Pope says calmly, "Her name is Laura Kaitlin."

Silence fills the room, then an uproar follows.

The people present are the core members of the Church of Sun Chasers.

Only they know that although the Caitlin family no longer participates in church operations, they are the ballast stone sent by the Lord, members of a secret line reserved for unprecedented crises.

Now, has this secret line given up even the thought of continuing to hide?

"Is it truly at a critical juncture of life and death?"

Someone murmured softly, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

...

Location: Patrol Hunting Church

The Pope slowly opens his eyes and says softly, "God's will has come, prepare to welcome the return of the Holy Son."

The crowd looks at each other in dismay.

After a long time, someone speaks, "My Lord seems to have no control over the Holy Son."

Someone below couldn't help but show an indescribable comical expression.

Even the Pope's mouth twitches slightly.

He looks at the Cardinal who previously dealt with Chloe and says, "What's the word from the Dawn Divine Bow?"

The Dawn Divine Bow of the Patrol Hunting Church was previously handed to Chloe, a decision privately made by the church here.

In a way, it could also be said to be these bold people trying to guess the thoughts of the Lord of the Hunt.

But after the Holy Son was born and the divine artifact was given away, the Lord of the Hunt did not express any objection, which made the church's senior officials jubilant.

"God did not punish us, so it shows our actions were right," these believers say in an almost unreasonable tone, "But now it seems that my Lord believes the Holy Son is willing to return."

"The situation is more complicated than you all think," the Pope says after a moment of silence, "My Lord wants to take back the Dawn Divine Bow..."

The crowd looks at each other in dismay.

Pope, your expression wasn't like this just now.

And does my Lord's direct retrieval of the weapon indicate dissatisfaction?

The Pope knows what these people are thinking, he shakes his head and says, "No, not at all… The second Era of Turmoil is about to begin, my Lord is retrieving the weapon to take part in the Divine War."

The crowd gasps audibly.

After a moment, someone says, "Then on the Holy Son's side…"

"Do not worry, the Holy Son has a new weapon." A mysterious smile appears on the Pope's face.

Suddenly, thunder rumbles across the sky.

Above the headquarters of the Patrol Hunting Church, a Centaur apparition appears.

The dim sky brightens at the instant the Centaur apparition draws the bow, lightning descends from the heavens.

In front of the statue, a battle halberd seemingly composed of endless lightning is embedded in the ground.

The Pope receives a wooden box from a cardinal and opens it.

The lightning battle halberd instantly springs and falls into the box.

"The Holy Son has a new divine artifact."