Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later



"Since you've said so, why would I agree to your condition instead of killing you here?"

Raising the sickle in her hand slightly, Camilla's eyes suddenly revealed a fierce glint.

"Then, you won't be able to integrate this timeline into real history after finally descending to Currere? Or do you think the souls of the 40 million Forest Elf will be willing to burn themselves to help you complete the ritual after knowing the truth?" William asked calmly.

His words caused the Void Sovereign to fall silent. Floral's speech according to William's instructions wasn't unnecessary. As the leader of the Holy Tree Kingdom, she had handed over the Forest Elves' right to choose their fate to every soul. Now, even if Camilla possessed her body and usurped her identity, the Void Sovereign couldn't change the course of true history with just orders alone.

There was no truth in history. True history was collective memory itself. Therefore, other than the Precept, only by igniting a sea of historical witnesses as fuel could it change true history.

"But Zamara and I have…" Camilla fell silent for a moment before speaking.

William interrupted her and said, "The contract between you and The Dreamer has already been terminated. Don't tell me you've forgotten that you had violated the contract first? The Dreamer has already awakened 40 million broken souls, and you never had the ability to weave a new illusion for 40 million souls… You can't give them any salvation."

Camilla opened Her mouth as if She wanted to say something, but She ultimately didn't say anything.

This was because the truth was as the Moon Realm Calamity had said.

Even though She had descended here and lost Her status as the leader of the Forest Elves after Floral's previous speech, Floral had already turned from a king into a liberator. Although this identity could allow Her to be remembered and be forged into a so-called Hero God by the people's faith, She had also lost the authority to control the people.

This was the case with the divinities of non-Elementium gods. They were always restrained by Their creators who were far inferior to Them.

However, even at this point, it was still under Camilla's control. The rebirth She had planned wasn't to achieve a single divinity from the beginning.

Elementium God, Faith God, and Hero God. She pursued an unprecedented trifecta—a perfect divinity that spanned Currere, the Moon Realm, and the Astral World. She would be a true miracle that could reverse the irreversible process of creation and reach the world with eternal light.

Among these three bodies, using the Lady of Starvation's abilities, She could use pure strength and not exercise authority to ignite the 40 million souls to change the timeline.

However, Beatrice kept planting traps for Her…

The Demon General, Silence, who had been entrenched in Floral's body until it suddenly fused into Her body, only realized the truth of the other party's identity—the Demon General who had already been branded by the Whispering Empress had its origins in Camilla's timeline when she was still a mortal. She didn't cry out when facing the High Elf colonists' massacre.

The past affected the present, and the present also affected the past. After Camilla became a Void Sovereign, the scream that should have converged into the Moon Realm's sea of chaotic thoughts was given new meaning.

In other words, even if the possibility was extremely low, Silence, who had already fused into Her descent vessel, indeed had the right to snatch Her Moon Realm throne and control the Void Sovereign's authority. It was already extremely difficult for Camilla to balance the power between the three divinities and maintain Her dominance. If She completely released Her power to ignite the 40 million souls to modify true history, that insignificant echo from Her past could really snatch Her throne.

This was a latent danger Beatrice had planted for Her, one that could explode at any moment.

With this in mind, Camilla's expression changed erratically. At this moment, a portion of Beatrice's will was trapped in the Lake of Entropy. Coupled with the fact that She had previously guided the Father of the Crows and the Judgment 4 holder to the Lake of Entropy, her plan of becoming a trifecta divinity wouldn't spread to the domains of the other Void Sovereigns for the time being.

However, in fact, She doubted how long those arrangements could trap a Void Sovereign's will. Once the news was exposed, Her status in the Moon Realm wouldn't be much better than Steelheart Widow's. The embarrassing situation of being attacked by many Void Sovereigns would also happen to Her.

This way…

"You only have three minutes to catch up. Moreover, you're only allowed to take Floral's soul."

Faced with the Moon Realm Calamity's conditions, Camilla finally compromised no matter how unwilling She was. Since the other party was confident in killing a god, She was also confident in crushing a mortal without any divinity.

An ancient parchment with traces of worms appeared in Her hand. On the yellowing paper, an invisible pen seemed to dance, and a crooked name appeared at the bottom of the contract.

The language that wrote that name didn't belong to any current language family. It came from a long-deceased human branch.

William nodded slightly and activated Mage's Hand. He took the parchment that symbolized the signing of a contract. After reading it quickly, he sliced open the tip of his index finger with the nail of his thumb and signed his name.

He knew that the other party would definitely agree to this condition.

Or rather, what reason did She have to refuse?

The current situation couldn't be considered good for William. In order to return to this timeline, he activated another Ironstone Oath. Under the activation of the Ironstone Oath, Creaton activity was reduced to the minimum. To a magic chanter, this was equivalent to a boxer taking the initiative to tie up his hands in the arena.

Coupled with the fact that his opponent was a descending Void Sovereign, this was equivalent to fighting a silverback gorilla with an arm span of 2.5 meters in the arena.

But there was nothing he could do about it. On the one hand, if he didn't do so, William wouldn't even be qualified to fight her. On the other hand, the information Remides provided him allowed him to see a possibility…

As both parties signed their names, the contract instantly turned into a dark-green flame and disappeared. The next moment, the surrounding scenery instantly lengthened and blurred before finally turning into pure darkness that returned to nothingness.

This wasn't another alternate space, but the edge of this history—in a state called World's End.

A soul riddled with holes floated in front of William. Illusionary maggots were gnawing at him.

As a remnant of Camilla's mortal self, Nehe was currently in the endless void outside the 'map.'

…

How did things turn out like this?

Was it because in the distant past, the woman named Camilla was willing to sacrifice her three children to awaken Earth Mother, who had been forgotten by her people, for revenge?

Or was it because she felt compassion at the last moment and preserved her child's soul—his soul—causing the tragedy that lasted thousands of years?

Or should he blame the Undead Association for releasing his soul from the soul box? Should he blame the Presiding Judge for failing to correct that mistake because of a moment of benevolence? Should he blame himself for causing Camilla's influence on Currere to deepen in order to escape his identity as a lich?

In World's End, time was meaningless. In this eternal moment, Nehe pondered over these questions.

His remnant will had already become a part of the Lady of Starvation. He had a wider outlook than mortals and could see the ebb and flow of countless timelines. He could see the eternal and infinite Light Realm sink into solid Currere under the observation of mortals.

However, he couldn't see himself clearly.

"Presiding Judge, please tell me how things turned out like this."

With a heavy sigh, Nehe looked up at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him as if he had long known that the other party would come.

William didn't expect the other party to be so calm when he saw him again, but he replied in a deep voice, "Nothing happens for a single reason, but at the very least, it stems from my wrong choice in the past."

"Is that so?" Nehe fell into thought before nodding and continuing asking, "In that case, why are you here now? As you can see, I've lost my body and strength. I can't help you with anything."

William shook his head and took out a seed that emitted a gentle light from his inventory.

"In the past, I trampled on your choices to satisfy my wishes. Therefore, at the very least, I plan on listening to you this time. There's a chance now. Are you willing to come back?"