CHAPTER 349: CHAPTER 210: I AM HERE TO END THIS ORGANIZATION_2

Ethan has been in contact with the Old Gods too frequently, there must be an unspeakable conspiracy hidden within.

When the sun rose, Rowena’s mind was still echoing with the sharp and incessant voice of the fake Kadela. His soul was shattered, yet his will continued through knowledge and memory. Perhaps he contemplated this before his death, should any accident happen, this knowledge and memory could be passed on to someone else, and he would brainwash the other person.

Or rather, let his will be reborn in another person, just as he called himself Kadela.

Rowena found it difficult to distinguish whether all this was due to the fake Kadela’s sense of responsibility and justice or whether he was long lost in the intense desire for control, hoping the entire world would be manipulated by him like a puppet on strings.

This happened thousands of years ago, and he was to live longer than any upright God.

These incessant voices, however, did not affect her in the slightest.

The reason is simple, she is a resolute Forest Guard.

Not to mention whispers, even if the fake Kadela stood before her now, he would only receive a slap from her—how dare you speak ill of Old Sen!

She lifted a corner of the blanket, sat on the bed, sweat drenching her, the bandaged forehead still faintly aching.

As Rowena regained her senses, she saw her companion sleeping under a blanket on the chair, instantly sending a shiver down her spine, memories of being ambushed by this companion flooding back.

"Wha-What are you doing in my room?"

"Oh, you’re awake."

The companion groggily opened his eyes and said, "You had a fever last night. I thought your wound was infected... Well, you look much better now, so I’m relieved, here, drink this Magic Potion, Miss Keroy brewed it overnight for you."

"Okay."

Rowena, somewhat blankly, took the potion bottle, drinking the shining golden liquid in one gulp.

Miss Keroy’s alchemy had been acknowledged by the Imperial City Alchemy Workshop. She recently spent every afternoon at the workshop learning potion brewing from the city’s finest alchemists. These alchemists were interested in her feathers, believing they contained healing Magic Power capable of concocting potently healing Magic Potions.

A warm sensation flowed through every part of Rowena’s body along her throat, the wound on her forehead itching, the feeling of healing taking place.

Rowena felt a tinge of complexity in her emotions.

The reason she could glimpse this knowledge and memory was the arrangement of the God of Trickery.

From those flashing fragments, she seemed to understand why the mages of the First Epoch merged into the academy, building a magical network together with the Elemental Shapers.

Because in that era of thriving magic, mages were the first to sense the fall of the God of Trickery, realizing the god’s grace would never again be bestowed upon them, the first among the Transcendents.

The God of Trickery’s thoughts differed from the other upright gods, believing the dispersal of power in gifts to be utterly meaningless; the childlike game of faith could never withstand the return of the Old Gods.

Thus, He left behind a treasure, for one successor.

He never even considered mages as His true followers. Perhaps in the eyes of the God of Trickery, the purpose of mages’ existence was to compete for the one qualified to inherit this treasure.

Only by obtaining all His knowledge could one possibly face future calamities.

He seemed to dislike dealing with people, nor needed friends, staying alone in the mage tower after the war seeking the secrets of immortality.

Facts proved His reincarnation scheme failed.

He could not achieve reincarnation onto the fake Kadela; only knowledge was passed down, creating a puppet living perpetually in Kadela’s shadow.

Rowena believed that the fake one’s millennia-long life was no different from a puppet’s, without one genuine friend to confide in. Even his self-established Divine Attendant organization consisted of utilized souls, any of which could be sacrificed if things went beyond his desires.

Brainwashing was his daily work, traveling the continents, manipulating historical events like a shadowy mastermind.

He was the first to fulfill the Divine Attendant rules, discarding his life and all related, the God of Trickery wanted him to become an unfatigued tool, and when Sincaro’s illusion shattered his internal defenses, returning once more to being mortal, the God of Trickery judged—this tool was no longer useful, hence no longer needed.

No anger, no regret, no blame.

Instead, unemotionally replacing a tool.

Both the God of Trickery and the fake Kadela’s wills hoped she might become the next tool, but Rowena did not wish to do so, to her, no worse life existed.

The longer one lived, the more lifeless it felt.

And now, there were countless identical souls.

Rowena instinctively glanced at the bedside table where lay a shell phone for internal team member contact.

She dialed a number.

The line quickly connected, and Ethan’s voice came through, accompanied by the animated discussions of the Great Mages in the background of the mage tower, suggesting they were in a heated debate.