The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 691 - 360 [Seven Gods’ Chosen]

He also remembered in that movie, Chihiro made a deal with a witch, trading away her name to save her family. From that point on, she forgot herself.

Now, An Su had a clearer understanding of "Nether".

This world had always been repeating the gods' structured Nether Game, constantly refreshing and erasing its own database. Countless resplendent eras arose, and countless ages fell into ruin. Even the most prosperous dynasties inevitably marched toward their destruction within the fated rank set by the gods—it was something An Su had long known.

These thirty thousand years were unavoidable.

But the so-called resplendent era was made up of one dazzling person after another, strung together by the stars of humanity. So not only did the era possess its own "Nether" designed by the gods, each persona also had its individual "Nether", unavoidable.

The Nether of the era was humanity's Nether; the fate of the era was humanity's fate.

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Regardless of the process, the outcome of major events could not be altered; there was already proof of this:

Just like An Su, no matter how he had tried, whether infiltrating the Esoteric Sect or eliminating enemies, the "fall of the Imperial Capital" event set by fate still occurred at its designated time, and it was even facilitated by An Su himself—ushering in the Era of Chaos.

The more one attempts to resist fate, the more one is drawn into it.

Thus similarly, An Su Moningsta was destined to die at the beginning of the story, an inevitable fate regardless of how many times players restarted or how quickly they played through; An Su Moningsta could never be saved, because that was his predetermined destiny, his predetermined Nether, unstoppable by anyone, unchangeable by anyone.

But Miss Enya, or rather, Miss Yage Sylvia, had changed his Nether, changed the Nether of An Su Moningsta.

Because she had forsaken her name.

An Su gazed at memories he had once not been able to see; the drizzling autumn rain outside the window was nearly at an end, only the remnants tapping lightly on the eaves. Yage Sylvia—his maid, having recited the prayer to the unknown Mother Goddess, stepped back, An Su saw her amber pupils gradually fading, the fine rain splashing on the hem of her Lolita dress.

His former self—An Su from two years ago—saw the cyan light in his eyes gradually igniting.

When this autumn rain ceased, Yage Sylvia would lose her name, she was gradually forgetting.

Outside the prison, the Followers of Life had prepared the altar, the rain was almost stopped, but it was still dark.

Maid Miss gave An Su one last glance, her thin lips slightly parted but said nothing; she lowered her eyes as the shadows covered her cheeks.

Her expression grew more monotone, her eyes devoid of any excess emotion, those emotions gradually fading away, her pupils finally became calm like still water, and no flicker of emotional disturbance remained in her gaze. She paused for a moment, then turned and walked into the darkness outside.

Yage ultimately said nothing, because she had already forgotten everything.

An Su wanted to say something final to Yage, but he was incapable of doing anything; what he saw now was only the past, merely his memories, only things that had already happened, seeing the residual images left by candlelight, hearing echoes reverberating from the past.

He could see the maid, merely because the present An Su's spiritual rank allowed him to see through her Concealing Magic. Now he could see past the maid's Shadow Magic, but his past self could see nothing, hear nothing.

Memories of a former life surged like mountain waves, his past self was immersed in the "classic headache" that all characters must experience at the beginning of their stories, a well-known trial on the path all protagonists must tread, thus is the new generation's literature of pain.