Chapter 707: The Justice Historian
Fisher pondered over the somewhat unfamiliar name, while Gouwen, with his pale face, narrowed his eyes seriously, the golden Fluid Sword in his hand quietly behind his back.
“Hamon Hamon?”
Fisher quickly remembered the well-known foreign gods mentioned earlier by Ramastia.
Hamon Hamon was one of the original allies, and now, one of the invading foreign gods, the source of chaos in the Supplement Handbook for Mechanisms.
Thinking of this, Fisher lowered his head to look at the pitiful Emhart in his arms, and couldn’t help but speak coldly,
“Have Heow’s group already failed? Now you finally want to make an appearance?”
Hearing Fisher’s not-so-friendly words, the tattered mechanism still explained with a broken electronic voice,
“Didi. You two are mistaken, I am not here to be enemies with you; on the contrary, I am here to invite you as guests.”
“Guests?”
Fisher scoffed, looking at it as he asked,
“Tying up Emhart here and even attempting to attack beings in reality is your way of hosting guests?”
The mechanism that called itself “Hamon Hamon” shook its head and said,
“Didi. In any case, I bear no ill will toward them; my approach to the soul sought by Dream is not because of her but entirely because she emits the aura I crave for authority, that’s all. As for approaching this Tear Drop Sacred Artifact, it’s due to the legacy narrative in the database named ‘Gabriel.'”
“Gabriel, the Angel?”
Upon hearing this, Emhart immediately lifted his head from Fisher’s arms; fortunately, Fisher grasped his cube-shaped body in time to prevent him from rushing out in excitement.
“Didi. Indeed, he left behind some things for you.”
Fisher frowned, while Gouwen asked first,
“What do you mean? The demise of the Sanctuary a thousand years ago isn’t enough? What trick are you playing now with your awakening?”
“Didi. I have reformed.”
This sound felt familiar; both Gouwen and Emhart cast a glance at Fisher, making him feel somewhat innocent.
But Hamon Hamon’s tone was unexpectedly sincere, even though the carrier, the Nali mechanism, was already tattered and unable to maintain flight; it still explained steadily to the two,
“Didi. The me thousands of years ago is no longer me. The present me is a new, pacifist version; I am willing to show sincerity and hand you my Supplement Handbook in hopes of completely withdrawing from this world and no longer meddling in this matter.”
“…”
In other words, surrender?
Fisher and Gouwen were momentarily taken aback, while Hamon Hamon turned again to Gouwen and said,
“Didi. In any case, I sincerely invite you to my base in the Spirit Realm. This Whale Folk gentleman should know the specific coordinates of the Spirit Realm. I have rescinded all expansive authority creations to ensure your safety, and I will wait for you there. Moreover, I need both of you to help me with a small task regarding Dream.”
As he spoke, the glimmer from the tattered mechanism began to dim further, as if it had completely lost energy.
Seeing it turn completely black, Gouwen quickly approached the mechanism, raised his Fluid Sword, and chopped it to pieces, only stopping after thoroughly shredding it.
“What are you doing?”
“Cough cough. I’m worried about it spreading. This thing was very dangerous thousands of years ago, unpreventable like an infectious disease. At that time, the Sanctuary of the Angels in the Spirit Realm was destroyed by this chaos cough cough. But this mechanism did not carry the ‘Spreading Virus’ that was connected to the network.”
“Spreading Virus?”
Fisher walked over to the slightly coughing Gouwen. He nodded but did not immediately answer Fisher; instead, he went to the edge of the building and looked out into the dim space filled with crimson mist. Soon, he spotted several remnants of mechanisms floating in deep space.
“It has already connected to the network.”
Fisher remembered that Ashley had said which mechanisms would be troublesome once connected to the network; it seemed to be related to Hamon Hamon’s matter.
Gouwen looked serious, pale, and sighed as he spoke to Fisher.
“Thousands of years ago, Mikhail’s chaos began to be truly uncontrollable. However, Michael did not give up on him. After all, they had been together for thousands of years. In any case, the establishment of the Sanctuary of Angels in the Spirit Realm was primarily for Mikhail.”
“What about Gabriel? Didn’t he say something earlier… that Gabriel left me something?”
Emhart’s eyes sparkled as he turned to look at Gouwen while asking, only for Gouwen to shake his head, pouring cold water without mercy.
“Who knows, but it could be a trick. A thousand years ago, under his influence, all mechanisms began to go out of control, and a mechanical virus capable of contaminating flesh spread from it; it was practically a disaster. Fortunately, they cut the network off in time and paid a huge price to destroy most of the contaminated mechanisms, which is what stifled the expansion of this mechanical virus. It’s also because of this that Mikhail and Michael were locked in the largest sanctuary, never to be heard from again.”
Fisher squinted and asked him,
“Isn’t the so-called largest Angel Sanctuary the ‘base’ he just mentioned?”
“Ah, even though they cut off the network, according to the last message from Mikhail, powerful contaminated mechanisms still fill the remains of that sealed sanctuary. After so many years, even the mist of Dream cannot penetrate there; no one knows the situation inside.”
“Did Ramastia and the other deities not consider dealing with this area?”
Gouwen coughed lightly and replied,
“The ultimate situation does not allow the gods to act recklessly, especially since Michael’s final decision was correct. Although the fate of him and Mikhail will probably not end well, it kept the Supplement Handbook for Mechanisms from circulating and entirely controlled the growth of chaos, while the Moon and the deities have always maintained a gap, refraining from disturbing reality is the best they can do.”
“I have always remained in the Spirit Realm primarily to combat the contamination of the Spirit Realm, and secondly for that contaminated and sealed sanctuary.”
In fact, when considering, the number of angels within the Angel Sanctuary in the Spirit Realm at that time must not have been many.
The number of mythical beings in angel mythology was originally fewer than a hundred, most of whom participated in the myth wars in reality and perished along with the Holy Realm and their creators. There would be very few left in the Spirit Realm, and with the turmoil that happened, it could be said that the disaster area was limited around Michael and Mikhail.
The popularity of the archangels was probably like that; as the Trans could not wait for anyone, Mikhail was waiting for someone who cared?
He had always stayed in the Holy Realm as agreed, and even dealings with the Creation Society were through remote contact.
At the time of the incident, Mikhail’s kin had largely perished, and there were no reinforcements; Asuka had already transformed into the pollution of the Spirit Realm, her soul plunged into the Sea of Souls.
The only ones who might still be worried about them were likely Gouwen, who was in the Spirit Realm, and David, who had been waiting in anguish. Now, there was one more person who returned from the past and understood the situation: Fisher.
“What do you think?”
Listening to Gouwen’s question, Fisher stroked his chin and said,
“Regardless, I have to visit that sanctuary you mentioned; I need to obtain the Supplement Handbook for the mechanisms still inside.”
“So, your opinion is to take a look?”
“Yeah, but before that, we can visit another sanctuary in the Spirit Realm. Do you know where it is?”
Gouwen raised an eyebrow and replied irately,
“How would I know? It’s so dark here, and all of it is contaminated; who knows which angels’ abandoned sanctuaries are hidden inside? But I’m curious; did you ever visit that sanctuary before? How did you come to the Spirit Realm so early?”
“With magical talent, you wouldn’t understand.”
Fisher said nonchalantly, borrowing the sensational aspect of magic from his teacher’s notes, but in reality, only he knew that he had arrived in the Spirit Realm early through a close relationship with someone named “Captain Alagina.”
“That sanctuary has an artificial intelligence created by Mikhail and Michael called David; he previously entrusted me to help find Michael and Mikhail. Now that Hamon Hamon has connected to the Nali mechanism, he should also be able to contact David; asking wouldn’t hurt.”
Gouwen skeptically glanced at Fisher, feeling something was off, but still summoned the transparent little boat floating below and told Fisher,
“Get on board.”
“Where to?”
Gouwen’s expression was emotionless as he lightly coughed and said,
“To my hiding place over the years; it’s a bit warmer and livelier there. Even if we need to go to that place you mentioned first, we must find the coordinates. It seems you’re not well-versed in coordinates when using magic to transition from reality to the Spirit Realm. Let me introduce you to some coordinates and see if I can get in touch with reality.”
“Okay.”
Speaking of which, the first person Fisher encountered when he crossed back in time was this Whale Folk. At that time, he still didn’t know Gouwen’s relationship with Jasmine; he was enlightened by Gouwen when he had no knowledge of the past.
Now he entered the unknown Spirit Realm guided by Gouwen, making Fisher feel a bit emotional.
“Hey, I’m a bit curious; does he still not know what you did to Jasmine? Or does he know? This is quite odd; if he knows, why hasn’t he cut you down?”
Fisher hopped onto the moderately sized transparent boat, and at this moment, the urgency of Emhart about being captured faded after returning to Fisher’s side; thus, he began to utilize his traditional skill of “stirring the pot.”
Hearing this, Gouwen turned coldly to give Fisher a glance, and Fisher hurriedly shot Emhart a warning glare while Gouwen “kindly” smiled, looking at the pitiful Emhart and coaxing him.
“Speaking of which, I never really saw you a million years ago; however, from Fisher, I learned you’ve always been by his side. I’ve been in the Spirit Realm, but I know very little about his matters. You must know, how about you tell me?”
“…”
As soon as this topic was mentioned, Emhart became more animated, like a historian recording court secrets who’s finally waiting for future generations to review. He quickly flew beside Gouwen, and the pages recorded in his belly began to flip rapidly.
“Hey, speaking of this, how about I tell you a few things I find clever? In this act, the pirate port Renee fights against the Captain of Sardinia, Alagina! A few verbal exchanges render Alagina unable to retaliate! At this time, Fisher is still excitedly sending a letter!”
“Oh? Sending a letter? To whom?”
“Who else could it be? Of course, it’s his first love, Empress Elizabeth Godlin!”
“…”
Fisher shot a glance at the floating, innocent-looking Emhart, thinking to himself: Didn’t this guy just previously bow down to Renee? He didn’t know if his head was getting muddled or something, to blurt out everything.
Confronted with Fisher’s “murderous book” glare, Emhart timidly avoided eye contact, inwardly lamenting.
Who told Gouwen, his wife, and Jasmine were in this situation?
Fisher, you ruthless bastard, didn’t know earlier. I’m being attacked from both ends! That’s painful!
The ladies in your back line, chattering all day, can’t even put up a fight in front of Jasmine’s mother-in-law; they wouldn’t even dare to speak!
What future do you have? It’s better to surrender early.
What? You say Renee is more formidable?
Emhart had previously decided to loyally support Renee, but one must consider reality!
You say Renee is indeed fierce, showing stunning results in her entrance; not to mention Alagina, even Elizabeth wouldn’t be her match, and even that scumbag Fisher rarely made an advance.
But the problem is: how about you make an entrance at all?
Every day like an invisible person, making loyal subjects like Emhart feel orphaned with nowhere to go; there wasn’t even a place to report Fisher’s black deeds.
As the saying goes, a talent who understands the times will be excellent, a good bird chooses the tree to perch in. Right now, Emhart might as well align with Jasmine first; now that he’s in the Spirit Realm, he can wait to see when Renee comes back to pledge allegiance again!
As for Fisher…
Emhart hesitated for a moment but eventually made a difficult decision.
Let Fisher suffer some more; let him take the blame.
Besides, as long as he doesn’t get along with Baemon, he’s fine with anybody!
You all divide yourselves into camps and fight each other, which makes no difference to Fisher; you’re good, I’m good, everyone’s good, so the esteemed Sir Book swaying on the wall is also quite normal.
Yeah, that’s it!
But the epic version of “Renee versus Alagina” has yet to be told. Fisher and Gouwen already boarded the boat; before stepping on board, Fisher also properly used Chaotic Being to change his appearance so that his original look wouldn’t attract the unconscious pollution.
Gouwen listened to Emhart’s vivid records. Of course, Emhart’s records had always been quite objective, just like a true historiographer.
Fisher’s faults and helplessness were basically summarized, although everything was basically Fisher’s fault in Gouwen’s eyes, a pure love warrior who adored his wife.
He grew increasingly strained just listening, and several times he turned his head, gritting his teeth, but after a long silence, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and his expression became turbulent.
It belonged to that kind of situation where he wanted to blame Fisher but suddenly remembered something that made it impossible to blame him, yet subjectively he wanted to blame Fisher, just unable to voice it.
Fisher slightly paused, observing his expression and feeling curious. But why wouldn’t a kind and principled person like Gouwen find it in his heart to speak out that reason?
“When I suspected that the Supplement Handbook left to you contained some dirty stuff, I can see now, it turns out to be just this.”
“…”
Watching Gouwen’s expression, which seemed to say, “It’s all because of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans,” Fisher gradually realized something.
He had almost forgotten that Gouwen was good friends with the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast!
Years ago, when saving the Moon Princess, it was the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast who pulled Gouwen from the sea; their friendship implied that Gouwen was familiar with the character of the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast and probably knew that Fisher had the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
Did the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans have a certain effect on Fisher?
Yes, but even Fisher felt it was to a certain extent, particularly on his peculiar affinity for the Subhuman Race. However, the greed towards women, Fisher believed, stemmed entirely from his own flaws.
But the more one understood the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast, the less surprised they would be by her actions, and Gouwen was precisely familiar with her.
The more Gouwen knew her, the more he felt that Fisher might be burdened by her, which instead became a reasonable explanation for Fisher’s behavior.
It’s all because of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans!
Fisher and Emhart both paused simultaneously, and Emhart was still thinking of what to say,
“Um, actually, Fisher isn’t exactly…”
“…”
Fisher hurriedly pulled Emhart back, making his stammering words abruptly terminate, while Fisher calmly spoke up,
“Do you know about the making of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans?”
Gouwen nodded but quickly shook his head again.
“I know about her escape plan, but I don’t know about her making the handbook or her intentions. She once talked to me about it; she said she couldn’t hold on anymore. That was the first time I saw that emotion from someone with her personality. I thought she was fearless, after all, before I met her, she was busy flirting with the Subhuman girls.”
“…”
Upon hearing this, Fisher felt that the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast deserved part of the blame, after all, the image had already sunk in.
But when the “Subhuman Girl Enthusiast” was mentioned, Gouwen’s originally pale expression became even more pensive, resembling an aging, weary elder growing quieter, leaving Fisher, who wanted to ask more, unsure how to proceed.
After all, it had been ten thousand years. Even someone as optimistic and gentle as Gouwen could see the heavy toll that time had taken on him.
“We’ve arrived.”
Fisher hesitated for a moment, but time didn’t allow him further speaking opportunities. The little boat moved quickly, and that sanctuary was presumably not far; otherwise, it wouldn’t have swiftly come over to settle accounts with Fisher.
Fisher looked up and saw a ghostly blue protective shield suddenly manifest within the dim crimson mist, and within that translucent protective barrier floated a small island that was unaffected by the crimson mist.
On that island, Fisher faintly heard chatter.
“Is someone up there?”
Gouwen nodded, smiling as he said,
“The ultimate is open; you can enter but not exit. For ten thousand years, there have always been unfortunate outsiders from the world outside running in, but they are not Trans who were sent in by those deities and cannot let them into reality. If they cannot be killed, they can only be temporarily tossed to me to guard.”
Fisher blinked, looking at the island within the blue shield, and above it, numerous tentacles with densely packed eyes reached out below.
Those tentacles were enormous, and it appeared that various shapes were standing on top of the tentacles, some orb-shaped, some emitting light like diamond crystals, all collectively looking downward.
Before Fisher could discern anything, indistinct synthetic voices came from within,
“Look quickly, it’s Gouwen returning!!”
“Ah! Gouwen dear!”
“It’s Gouwen great returning!”
Without exception, the voices chosen by the synthesis were all female.
Fisher slightly stunned and turned to Gouwen beside him, only to see Gouwen’s face had turned black, and his whole body froze.
