Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later



After the Living Saint suddenly disappeared from the secret chamber, an intense earthquake immediately reverberated throughout the underground root system. Moreover, the surrounding roots began to squirm.

Remides had seen a similar situation hundreds of years ago—after Nehe completed his reincarnation ritual, the entire underground root system suddenly came to life, just like now.

Having had similar experiences, she didn't think too much about it. She pulled the two people beside her and quickly ran out.

It was also at this moment that they heard an intermittent voice echo in their ears.

"Forest Elves… I'm Flora… We… Please accept… the fate that you are long dead."

Upon hearing this voice, Nizemar, whose collar was being tugged by Remides, immediately said, "That's Floral's voice. Her tone is exactly the same as back when she spoke."

Wind filled her mouth since she was moving at high speed, but Nizemar managed to barely understand her.

"Isn't the real Floral in another timeline? And William isn't back," Remides said as she led the two of them to agilely dodge the roots.

Elise, who was being held by her other hand, replied, "No, the two timelines are intertwined by the power of the Moon Realm. What we do here can affect the other side, and the other side can affect us."

"How is this possible?" Remides subconsciously refused to admit this because if that was the case, wouldn't the causal laws that mortals regarded as the cornerstone of understanding become something that could be distorted by powerful Moon Realm existences?

However, if this wasn't the explanation, the question that had been lingering in her heart wouldn't have an answer.

Where did the arrow named Karma that she had just shot go?

…

"Are you surprised to see yourself?"

Walking slowly through the heavy stone door into the conference hall, the person's elongated shadow bisected the moonlight outside the door.

Floral didn't answer her question. Instead, she held on to her shaky will and waved her hand to give the order for the hall to prepare for the attack.

Several dark-green undead holding rusty swords crawled out of the exaggerated patterns on the floor. A Frost Storm mixed with countless razor-like ice blades gathered above the other party's head.

Faced with the power that could easily slice her apart, the woman with the same face as Floral only snapped her fingers gently.

The two aggressive spells instantly dissipated. It looked like Floral had taken the initiative to cancel them.

"Are you even more surprised?"

Looking at the change in Floral's expression on the throne, the person continued asking,

Floral still didn't respond. Her penetrated throat couldn't produce a sound more fluent than a gasp. At this moment, all her energy was focused on maintaining Mirror Shadow and continuing her mission.

However, on the other hand, she also roughly knew the other party's identity.

Needless to say, the woman in front of her who looked identical to her was Floral Kane from another timeline.

Or rather, an existence that controlled her body in another timeline. Although Floral didn't know how the other party broke through the restrictions between different timelines and allowed her to meet "herself," this was the only explanation why the other party could control the development of White Bone Castle's spell nexuses with a thought like her.

Floral's heart sank at this thought.

Now that things had come to this, she didn't care if she lived or died. She only hoped that she could complete the task William entrusted to her—to bring a relatively successful end to her failed life.

However, if the other party had the same authority as her, wouldn't the Mirror Shadow she was doing her best to maintain be easily affected or even canceled?

"I know what you're worried about, but you can rest assured that I won't end your impassioned speech… At least not now," the person said, as if she had guessed what Floral was thinking.

She walked to the middle of the hall and stopped beside Ebony, who had been thrown in. The latter struggled to get up, but she stepped on him.

The other party didn't lie, nor was there a need to because if she wanted to do so, she didn't need to explain it to her.

However, the other party's answer made Floral even more vigilant.

No matter what, don't do what the enemy wants you to do. This was something she had learned on the first day she sat on the Withering Throne.

"Why?"

Frost outlined a set of words on the wall. Floral, whose throat had been pierced, could only ask in this way.

"Because everything you've done is what my master hopes you'll do… Or rather, my main goal in coming here is to urge you to continue that exciting speech," the person replied.

"…"

Floral stared at the other party and let out a puzzled hoarse voice from the depths of her throat.

"Don't worry. Even if you die, I'll complete the speech in your place."

With that said, she revealed a familiar smile that Floral found familiar.

"After all, this is a speech that spans two timelines and interweaves two possibilities. What can ultimately shake it will far exceed your and the Presiding Judge's predictions."

Floral's eyes widened.

That's right… Why can I meet my other self from another timeline?

Why can two versions of her exist at the same time?

Doesn't the other party's appearance mean that the two timelines are completely intertwined?

In other words, wasn't the speech she was giving sounding across two timelines?

…

"Wake up the souls of the 40 million Forest Elves… Lady Zamara, are you sure you want to do this?"

With an outline of a body as blurry as a high-speed object captured by an inferior camera, the Demon General named Falling stood beyond the curtains' third layer and asked uneasily,

Falling symbolized the end of a dream. As a Demon General who had obtained the name of Falling, its duty was naturally to expel anything that Ms. Zamara didn't want in the Nightmare Swamp.

Today, its master, the Lord of Nightmare, who ruled over all nightmares, had summoned it, but the orders She gave it left it dumbfounded—expel all 40 million Forest Elf souls from the Nightmare Swamp.

It had to be known that those were the souls of 40 million Forest Elves. Even if they were essentially existences stored in the Nightmare Swamp by the Lady of Starvation, as long as they operated well, how much powerful emotional ripples did the 40 million souls provide Nightmare Swamp?

Are you questioning my orders?

An extremely dignified voice sounded from the depths of the curtains. Falling, who felt the pressure, immediately lowered its head.

"I wouldn't dare…"

Then do as I say.

Behind the curtains, Zamara looked through the dream and into Currere after saying this.

"I hope you can make the right bet this time, Calamity."

…

The world is collapsing, William thought.

There were crazy colors drawn by foolish children everywhere, but they weren't as unpredictable as in the Moon Realm. They were like paint that had dried up in an impressionist painting.

Not long after Floral's speech began to echo again, the entire world inexplicably began to show signs of collapse.

William had seen a similar scene—when Zamara's huge dream collapsed. Due to the drastic change in realization, the entire world began to go crazy.

Just as he had expected, Zamara released her control over the Forest Elf dreams at the critical moment. This way, the Forest Elf dead could completely understand Floral's speech literally.

William had severed seven diaphanous umbilical cords. Other than the soldiers guarding every subtree, there was no combat force that could stop him from weakening the Lady of Starvation's incarnation.

Even the incarnation didn't attack William with all its might when its strength was at its peak. Other than releasing a few symbolic AOEs at William from afar, it didn't do anything. The attacks couldn't even break through his normal defense.

"Hey! Camilla, what's this? You spent so much effort to descend to Currere just to be a punching bag?"

As William provoked, countless orange-red fireballs circled around him. Then, with a wave of his hand, the fireballs fell on the slow-moving corrupt giant like a rain of fire.

Explosions sounded incessantly. Every fireball exploded, charring an area spanning half a basketball court. However, compared to the other party's mountain-sized body, this damage wasn't even a mosquito bite.

William didn't use high-level spells. This attack was only to attract the other party's attention and expose more of its weaknesses.

However, the test didn't seem effective based on the outcome. The Void incarnation didn't respond. It only took a few more steps forward before suddenly stopping in place.

It looked like it was saying, "Hit me however you want. Consider it my loss if I lose any HP."

"Hiss… Then, this is a chance you gave yourself."

William's blood boiled from the other party's indifferent attitude. He raised the magical medium in his hand and instantly appeared beside the next umbilical cord. Countless wind blades gathered in his hand and formed a sphere that reflected a sharp saber beam.

In that case, he would cut all the umbilical cords first.