Chapter 564: The Truth Behind Fisher’s Birth
“Chaos has its eyes on him? What is Chaos, is it dangerous?”
“I’ve already said, don’t interrupt me, you fishy phoenix. Let me finish, I have something very important to tell you, or do you want to perish with your dead husband and this world?”
Valentina pressed her lips together, worried about Fisher, which made her hesitate to interrupt the words of Duke Peach in her mind, muttering quietly in rebuttal, “He’s not a dead husband.”
“Ha ha.”
Upon hearing this, Peach suddenly smiled meaningfully, not knowing if it was recalling some long-ago events, such as when she saw the Trans, who had a close relationship with Fisher, and the Angel during her time on the Tree Continent.
But she did not explain anything and continued,
“Listen well, fishy phoenix, I have already introduced myself to you before. I am Peach, one of the three children of the elves. You probably don’t know what elves are, after all, when I was alive, your fishy ancestors fell into the abyss of Chaos because of their brains, resulting in extermination. Just know that elves are far stronger than your ancestors, and I am the only living being of this race.”
Valentina wanted to rebut this incredibly arrogant elf, but suddenly thought that if elves were a more powerful race than phoenixes, then they should be—
“Are you Mythical Beings?”
“Smart enough, we are Mythical Beings created by the Mother of the World Tree, living for generations on the Tree Continent, which is where you group of phoenixes lived before moving. Strictly speaking, your ancestors’ ancestors are my two sisters. However, they were no saints, so when Mother lost the Loom and Fei stole her roots and threw them to the Northern Region, your ancestors took the opportunity to follow the roots and moved here.”
Valentina didn’t know if phoenixes counted as her ancestors, after all, the Turan Family had stolen the phoenix bloodline through very despicable means, but through the acknowledgment of the Moon Princess, she had also gained her mother’s and brothers’ recognition.
As for the Mythical Beings that Duke Peach spoke of, Valentina had some concept of their powerful abilities.
Once upon a time, phoenixes took risks because of a Mythical Being named “Baemon,” aiming to use the contaminated powers from the Spirit Realm to elevate the entire clan to the Mythical Rank, only to end up exterminating their kind.
A thousand years later, that already terrifying Erwind still remained just a step away from the Mythical Rank, unable to cross that threshold even in death.
And these elves have been Mythical Beings since their birth; the irony is undeniable.
But this also raised a question for Valentina, and she asked Duke Peach,
“Since you elves are such powerful Mythical Beings, why are you the only one left now?”
“Because of Chaos and also because of war.”
“Chaos? Is that the thing that’s after Fisher? What exactly is it that can be so… terrifying?”
Duke Peach lowered her voice slightly but still proceeded to explain to Valentina:
“Chaos, in essence, is a force from outside the world, possibly originating from a being stronger than the gods outside the world. The rules governing the Spirit Realm were created by the gods, and when the outside force effects the world, the rules will be impacted, causing immeasurable damage, hence the name Chaos.
“Initially, this chaotic power resided in some Trans who entered this world for unknown reasons; all those guys are human, carrying chaotic knowledge in their minds like a tumor. If left unchecked, that chaotic knowledge will take root and sprout in their brains, ultimately bearing bitter fruit, bringing disaster. Therefore, we once exhausted the world’s power to eliminate them, and I have killed hundreds of Trans, but it was of no use.”
Duke Peach’s voice was low, as if she was recalling an unfinished nightmare,
“Trans are merely carriers of chaotic knowledge; killing them won’t solve anything, as new Trans will soon appear with the same knowledge. The only way to put an end to this is to completely document that chaotic knowledge, which requires allowing the chaotic knowledge in their minds to grow fully. This is an unsolvable cycle; the only way to stop Chaos from continuing to thrive is to let it grow robustly, which will inevitably lead to disaster.
“In the past, my overconfidence blinded me, thinking that as long as I quickly found and killed the Trans, even if this process had to be repeated, the problem could be solved. However, I still made mistakes. There was one Trans who grew under my very nose; the early Trans were too normal; they were all vibrant souls, showing no hints of danger.
“This disguise fooled fate, miraculously allowing him to thrive and take root on the Tree Continent, possibly with the help of other blossoming Trans. In short, the chaotic knowledge within that Trans grew day by day until it became fully mature. When he finally exploded, a disaster ensued that cost Mother her life and instantly engulfed the Tree Continent.”
Duke Peach did not continue, nor did she specify what exactly had happened at that time, as mentioning it seemed to cause her pain.
The past loomed over her like an impenetrable prison, trapping the elf most skilled in chaos.
Fortunately, at this moment, she was parasitizing a phoenix who could glimpse into the future,
Sensing her low spirits, Valentina quickly spoke, steering the conversation to other matters,
“So, if those chaotic knowledges are documented, and Trans no longer arise, would that lessen the threat?”
“Maybe, although many terrible disasters are caused by Trans. Once they grow up enough to retain knowledge in some way, disasters will gradually vanish, but I don’t believe that the source of that chaotic knowledge would be so kind as to leave it documented for future generations. Events happening in the Spirit Realm, the Apocalypse Prophecy, the wars caused by that pseudo-deity, and your dead husband are all evidence.”
Hearing four clues, Valentina instinctively honed in on the last one and hurriedly asked,
“What does this have to do with Fisher? Shouldn’t you… have died a long time ago? How do you know Fisher? Did you perhaps have awareness during the fierce battle at the Parasol Tree and the Base?”
“Ha ha, at that time, my consciousness was asleep within the roots; I felt nothing. If it weren’t for your proximity, my branches would not have touched other souls, and I might have never left there, waiting for the world to perish with me. I indeed met him, but that was a long, long time ago, perhaps ten thousand years?”
“Ten thousand years?! Then hasn’t he lived for ten thousand years?”
Valentina instantly began to doubt the legitimacy of Duke Peach’s words, or could it be that Fisher had indeed lived for ten thousand years, and the man she fell in love with and married was an ancient being from ten thousand years ago?
This was simply. too astonishing and hard to accept (but Fisher could easily accept it; she didn’t know whether to praise him).
“Are you dumb, fishy phoenix?”
Fortunately, Duke Peach’s mocking voice doused that unrealistic illusion with cold water,
“He hasn’t lived for ten thousand years; he returned to the past after leaving you. When I saw him, he was being pursued by the rules of death. I was curious as to why even we Mythical Beings didn’t know where the goddess of death was asleep, yet he was directly pursued by the rules of death. At that time, I even doubted that he had an intimate relationship with the goddess of death.”
“What intimate relationship? Don’t say that! He…”
Duke Peach chuckled, ignoring the little phoenix whose face had suddenly turned red with anger and continued,
“I’m not saying anything. But now I finally understand why. The Authority of Death entangled with Chaos after the events of the Ideal Nation, which means he returned from the future; this explains everything.”
“Returning from the future? Is that even possible?”
“Exactly because it’s impossible, that’s why I said your dead husband has gotten into big trouble.”
Duke Peach’s tone suddenly became serious, and she gritted her teeth in reply to Valentina,
“When he broke the rules of fate to return to the past, he must not have known how special he was; it was only after I confronted Chaos multiple times after the Ideal Nation that I gradually realized something was off. When he was on the Tree Continent, he once detonated the chaotic mark hidden within him to threaten me. That was a level of chaotic power of True God; once it erupted, the surrounding rules would distort and collapse. I speculate that he used this method to ignite the rules of fate that catapulted him back to the past.
“But at that time, the Chaotic power had already detonated within him, yet everything about him hadn’t shown any significant changes! This means that he, who wasn’t yet at the Mythical Rank at that time, had all the ‘rules’ constituting his existence not collapse as I feared!”
Valentina completely couldn’t understand what this meant and could only blankly wonder,
“Is that… special? Does it mean that Fisher has some resistance to Chaos?”
Duke Peach sighed and explained to Valentina,
“Fishy, you need to know that everything material you see now, all existence, is a secondary derivative of the countless layers of divine authority powers. Whatever fate, matter, life, or soul, they are all creations of divine powers that have been diminished countless times, hence their weakness. They don’t possess the terrifying energy and nature of the original authority, only their fragile appearance, which enables the possibility of various rules combining and reacting.
“Thus, the gods can place souls into lives, allow life to exist materially, let them walk amongst fate, and achieve the unity of soul and body, giving birth to new rules and powerful forces. However, as a being’s power gradually strengthens, it will begin to exhibit the nature of authority. For instance, when Mythical Beings use their powers, they will react with surrounding rules. When I use my power, peach blossoms bloom all over, which is a phenomenon showing the surrounding rules being rejected and interfered with.
“Can you imagine what terrifying reaction such power would have on surrounding rules when it is strong enough to be like the gods? This is why, even amidst overwhelming chaos, the most beloved child of the main god cannot dare to intervene even a little bit when he dies before them. Even that pseudo-deity that fought fiercely with the Heavenly Lock and Fei has never used their authority in battle, solely relying on terrifying magic to contend against two Demigods.
“And your dead husband, when the True God-level Chaos erupted within him, he was unfazed, jumping around like nothing was wrong, and he could even draw that Chaos back inside his body. Such a nature could not possibly exist according to the rules of this world; I even suspect that all the rules constituting his existence are fabricated, not derived from normal humanity. Meaning, his body, his soul, the way he integrates into the fate of this world, and his means of interacting with matter, are all artificially created.”
Valentina’s eyes widened, incredulously listening to Duke Peach’s terrifying speculation, and she couldn’t help but retort,
“Are you saying that Fisher was artificially created by some being?”
“I can’t be certain, but it’s very likely. Does he have parents?”
“He has an adoptive mother; he’s an adopted orphan.”
“Then that should be it. I can’t even imagine what kind of being could create him and possess such abilities.”
“But… what is the significance of creating Fisher?”
“Fishy, you need to understand, currently, all the components that make him up are essentially direct creations of Chaos. This means that, unlike ordinary secondary derivatives of authority, he is made entirely of Chaos that could cause my mother’s death, yet even those Chaotic powers cannot coexist. Those Trans absolutely cannot stay together for too long; otherwise, they will create opposition, and the books recording chaotic knowledge should have also retained this property.”
Duke Peach directly articulated all the thoughts in her heart, presenting Valentina with a truth regarding “Fisher” based on her vast experience across the ages,
“These properties actually stem from authority, as the conflicts and rejection between authorities mean that no Trans can bear two different chaotic powers. But this world is not without exceptions; certain extremely special powerful existences can accommodate more than one authority, but it’s certain that such existences are extremely rare. The main god Ramastia reportedly has two authorities, but no one knows what the other one is besides life; all other deities have only one authority.
“However, that Fisher, the being that created him disguised at least six types of chaotic powers as fragile secondary derivatives like most beings in this world, vehemently fabricating him into a human. If it weren’t for that True God Chaotic eruption happening within him, he would have remained undetected, and I would have never discovered how special his existence really is. But I believe that in the eyes of True Gods, he must seem like a treasure with legs, running around before them, even getting married and gaining affection.
“And this specialness does not actually come from the being that created him but from him himself. That being utilized his specialness, packaging it as a life, allowing him to walk freely in this world. The direct eruption of six chaotic powers mixed with the authority of a True God kept him intact, enough to demonstrate his ability to harbor more authorities that should mutually reject each other; such a nature is something even True Gods yearn for.
“He lives in the world constructed by our deities, and the gods may not have noticed his existence, or perhaps they have noticed but value their created world more than this dazzling treasure. As for that Chaos, I can only ascertain that it has fixated on him now, plunging him into a situation of extreme danger.”
Valentina grasped her bedding, feeling a mix of joy and worry. The joy was that Fisher was still alive and seemed to be doing well, while the worry was that in an instant, she had heard many concepts that exceeded her understanding and capability.
Mythical Beings were not enough? What about the Demigods above that? The Demigods weren’t enough, what about True Gods? But this world was safeguarded by several True Gods; what if they also had no means against that Chaos?
However, she did not feel disheartened. The chasm that separated and obstructed her did not bring this once-lame phoenix down. She quickly recovered from that blow and after a moment of contemplation, she solemnly addressed the elf in her mind,
“Duke Peach, you are an elf a hundred or a thousand times stronger than me, while I’m merely a phoenix who has just inherited my ancestors’ blood; I’m truly dull-witted and don’t know what to do. Please help me, what should I do? How can I save my husband? He is no precious object to contend for; he is him, a living person, and the one I entrust the rest of my life to, so I—”
Listening to Valentina’s earnest plea, Duke Peach’s mind also showed some hesitation. After a long time, her voice gradually emerged,
“To be honest, I long ago had no hope for this world’s fate. I believe it is destined to perish, even if I strive for my kin and homeland, I still met a fate of death and extinction.”
“But we can still try, can’t we? You are still alive, your mother’s and compatriots’ hopes still rest on your shoulders, elves and phoenixes still exist in this world, and there’s hardly anyone left who knows as much as you do. You’ve pondered for so long and gained so much; are you to lie in a grave with them and watch everything perish?”
“…”
Duke Peach hesitated slightly, perhaps because of confusion.
Valentina wanted to save her dead husband; once saved, she would fully dedicate herself to him, holding on to sincere hope for his survival and a refusal to accept fate.
But what about herself?
Did she still have any goals worth pursuing?
Even so, her mother and compatriots had all died at the hands of Chaos and war; everyone she knew was aging in the river of time, and everything she had struggled hard for turned into nothing.
But at the end, she did not answer Valentina, instead asking,
“What did you see in the prophecy you mentioned?”
“Huh?”
Valentina did not expect her to suddenly ask that question, and after pondering for a moment, she replied honestly,
“I saw… Nali, the city of humans, saw a broken golden sword, saw a tsunami… and that scarlet pollution from the Spirit Realm.”
Hmm, a scene of decay, it was a grim outlook.
“I once had a younger sister; she was the only elf in our race who could grasp the future. But she ran away, disappeared, and we didn’t know where she went until the final war when she returned. I don’t know if her departure left us confused and fearful of the future until it arrived, becoming now; and only after living through now to become the past could we comfortably look back.”
“In this sense, you phoenixes who gained the future from the Loom but left the Tree Continent are like a kind of omen. Even having seen the future, nothing changes; perhaps those phoenixes are right. If one does not look toward the future, there isn’t even a chance to change!”
Duke Peach even didn’t know why she had shared so much about this phoenix’s husband, only because Valentina had asked, and coincidentally she happened to know?
No, she felt this was more like an opportunity.
The remnants of Mother’s roots became the place where her consciousness resided; the power of Chaos preserved her remains so that she could survive until now; the bloodline of the phoenix capable of seeing the future intersected with her own and took her out of the past’s prison; and her husband just happened to be the precious treasure that Chaos coveted, waiting for her to rescue.
In the grand scheme, everything seemed fated, as if the World Tree was giving Peach a second attempt, allowing her to step out of the past she was skilled in and into an unknown future.
In silence, Duke Peach suddenly spoke to Valentina again,
“Fishy, saving your husband cannot be rushed, especially regarding his special nature; you must not tell anyone else except me. Fisher has been oblivious to the oddity within himself, and it’s hard to say whether this is a scheme of the gods or Chaos. But it’s certain that he is currently surrounded by Chaos. Your relationship with him is very close, making it hard to ensure you are not being targeted by it; do not scare the snake from its hole.
“Before looking for him, you must first handle matters around you. Confronting Chaos head-on will be extremely difficult; I, at the Nineteen Rank level, have already tried, and not a hair is left; you’re merely a Fourteenth Rank fishy phoenix. It’s better not to court death. You must not rush, and don’t let your love for him lead to his detriment. We must first locate his special nature, and ideally uncover the being that created him to take the initiative.”
Valentina nervously glanced around, afraid that Chaos might be eavesdropping. Thankfully, everything earlier had transpired in her mind with Peach, so it shouldn’t have been exposed.
“What should I do then?”
“Do whatever you need to do, fix this shabby place a bit, develop your influence, give me time to rest and nourish myself, pretend to look for your missing dead husband, and brazenly eat the vinegar of your husband’s other lovers. We will act secretly, and then…”
“What?! Lovers?!! He… has other… lovers?!”
However, it seemed Valentina only registered certain words among all this, which instantly triggered her, causing her to uncontrollably shout aloud, unable to contain the conversation in her mind.
“Yes, yes, that’s exactly the right attitude; you catch on quickly; well done, fishy phoenix.”
Duke Peach commented with amusement about Valentina’s recent exclamation, enjoying the scene. Despite residing in her mind, she didn’t share her feelings and was oblivious to the furious emotions surging within Valentina.
“Could it be Elizabeth or that Ice Mountain Queen? No way, after I fell asleep, he wouldn’t have…”
“Mm, indeed, and that True God-level Chaotic mark on him has no known origin. That mark broke the fabricated fate on him, catapulting him back to the past—it should be to help him escape death. Hmm, in this case, that existence must be unaware of his special nature? Yes, but that existence must value him highly. I suspect that Chaos has deceived him; if Chaos pretends to be a woman more beautiful than you, your dead husband should…”
“Bang!”
Valentina stood up with a dark face, looking furious as if she was going to settle scores with someone.
Well, at least in Duke Peach’s eyes, she was bursting with energy?
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