Chapter 368: Chapter368-The Mysterious Fragments of History, the Descent of the Lord of Abyss

Caelan could not shake the feeling that Caesar and Orlando’s reactions were far too anxious.

With that thought in mind, he turned his gaze toward Kate.

Upon noticing him looking at her, Kate shook her head in confusion.

"I don’t know what’s going on either. When I first arrived, Caesar and Orlando asked me about the same thing."

Truthfully, Kate had not given the matter much thought.

Caelan, however, frowned and fell into deep contemplation.

An ominous premonition began to rise within his heart.

Just then, Orlando suddenly forced a faint smile onto his face and turned to Kate.

"Little Kate, weren’t you just saying that you wanted to find an ordinary person’s job? I suddenly remembered that there really is a position within the warband that suits you. Here, go to the front desk first. Tell them I sent you and ask them to arrange everything properly for you."

Hearing Orlando’s words, Kate immediately grew excited and hurried out of the office.

For the current Kate, finding a job was the most important matter of all. As for whether she could truly be resurrected one day, she did not actually have much desire for that.

After all, becoming her brother’s Mirror Image did not seem like such a bad thing.

The moment Kate left the office, the atmosphere inside instantly turned so heavy and gloomy that it seemed as though water could condense from the air.

None of the people present were fools.

Caelan could naturally tell that Orlando had deliberately sent Kate away.

Obviously, what they were about to discuss was not something suitable for Kate to hear.

...

The office fell into a brief silence.

In the end, it was Caelan who broke the silence first. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he asked, "So, can you tell me what exactly has happened to the warband? Or what kind of trouble have you encountered?"

Orlando and Caesar exchanged a glance before remaining silent for a long time.

Eventually, Caesar reached into his storage space and took out a strangely shaped piece of Fragments of History, handing it to Caelan.

"This is a piece of Fragments of History that we discovered at the entrance of headquarters today."

"You may not know this, but this piece of Fragments of History appeared out of nowhere. No one knows why it ended up there."

"We have tried every method we could think of, but even now, we still haven’t discovered who was responsible for placing it there. However, the contents recorded upon this piece of Fragments of History are extremely important to us."

"Although you may find it hard to believe, according to what is recorded in the Fragments of History, the time left to us may not be much."

After saying all of this, Caesar fell silent.

Before doing so, however, he had already placed the Fragments of History into Caelan’s hand.

Meanwhile, Orlando had not remained idle either. He swiftly unfolded a barrier around the entire office, completely isolating everything that happened inside, preventing anyone with ulterior motives from secretly investigating them.

This time, Orlando had clearly brought out every last trump card he possessed. He had even utilized the power of rules.

Caelan could vaguely sense the aura of rules permeating the barrier.

His expression also became incomparably solemn.

For Caesar and Orlando, two elders of such standing, to attach so much importance to this matter at the same time, there was no need to think too deeply to understand one thing: whatever was recorded in this object had to be extraordinarily important.

With that thought in mind, Caelan silently opened the Fragments of History and began to examine the contents recorded within.

[...According to our research, in every different era, there will always appear a single Chosen One. The emergence of the Chosen One also means that, in that particular era, there is only one individual capable of reaching the maximum level—Level 1000.]

[They possess strength comparable to that of the gods themselves. For this reason, they are known as the Chosen One. This is also the origin of the title "Chosen One."]

[As a Chosen One, even after reaching the maximum level, one still cannot completely obtain every authority in existence. More precisely, what a Chosen One possesses is merely the ability to manipulate a portion of the rules.]

[If one wishes to grasp rules of higher authority, or even create one’s own rules, then one must initiate a challenge quest and shatter the upper limit of one’s own level.]

[We call this process—the Breakthrough Quest.]

When he read up to this point, Caelan immediately frowned.

A so-called Breakthrough Quest was something he could still understand.

After all, every time he advanced his star rank, Caelan was required to complete his own Class Mutation Request.

The greatest problem lay in the first half of the record.

If everything written upon this artifact was a record of events that had truly taken place, then in the current era, the person who could reach the maximum level would be... him?

At this thought, Caelan’s brows knitted even more tightly together.

Because he understood very clearly that, if all of this was true, then what he needed to do next was race against time and raise his strength as quickly as possible.

Based on Caelan’s present understanding of destiny, he could faintly sense an immense urgency hanging over him.

To put it another way, the time when the great crisis descended upon them should not be very far away.

Caelan fell into a brief silence.

Originally, he had thought that he still possessed enough time—enough time to allow Kate to properly enjoy the happiness of living as an ordinary person.

Yet reality seemed determined to tell him otherwise.

It appeared that he no longer had much time left.

But if he simply forced Kate to return now, Caelan felt that he would never be able to forgive himself.

More importantly, he was reluctant to do so.

He truly could not bear to part with her again.

Just as Caelan sat there with his brows tightly furrowed, trapped in his painful hesitation, Caesar suddenly spoke from the side.

"Little Caelan, there is something you may not know. Recently, the Lord of Abyss issued a prohibition to every world."

"No matter which world they belonged to, and no matter what race they were, all races were required to stop collecting Fragments of History." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"It is obvious that the Lord of Abyss does not want us to obtain any more records concerning history. In his eyes, there must be certain things recorded upon them that are affecting something important."

At this point, Caesar fell silent.

Orlando, standing at the side, immediately continued where he had left off.

"That is why, even before this happened, our World of Myriad Races had always been closely monitoring the situation in the Abyss."

"The Lord of Abyss is indeed incomparably powerful. However, what he represents is merely the interests of the Abyss, not the will of our World of Myriad Races. Naturally, we do not wish for him to interfere in our affairs."

"The problem is that the strength of the Lord of Abyss is simply far too terrifying. Even our World of Myriad Races has no choice but to show respect toward his commands."

...

Caesar and Orlando used the simplest and most concise language possible to explain the entire situation to Caelan.

Within the current Alliance of All Races, awakeners who had already surpassed Level 900 were not actually particularly rare.

More accurately speaking, with the current strength of the myriad races, as long as they chose to stop fighting among themselves, they would have the power to sweep across virtually any race that stood in their way.

Even those terrifying Abyss Demons would be completely incapable of resisting when faced with an army of tens of thousands of human warriors.

However, the reason the Alliance of All Races had remained fractured all this time, refusing to expand outward, was due to one extremely important factor.

That factor was the existence of the Lord of Abyss.

The great Lord of Abyss had long since transcended the boundaries of any single world!