This question has actually been holding on to Xiuge's mind for a long, long time.

Xiuge originally thought that this strange deity who seemed to possess a considerable part of his ancient powers was an absolutely chaotic being.

As Theseus introduced himself when he first appeared, he seemed to be able to see through "fate", predict the development of events, and was very happy to see all changes and unfolds beyond his expectations, and this characteristic seems to have been confirmed before and after the change in the city of Salem.

Oddly enough, as time went on, Huge began to find that the guy seemed more willing to give him some practical help and guidance.

Although there are still many challenges that Xiug still needs to face in the dream shelter that is closely related to Theseus, these challenges and risks are within Xiuge's tolerance, and each time he succeeds, his strength can be increased in the most tangible way.

Overall, the benefits and guidance that Hug has received from Theseus have greatly outweighed the risks themselves.

Coupled with the several encounters he had with Theseus after his arrival in Bolden, he could feel the obvious "kindness" exuded by Theseus, although he still spoke in a strong "Riddler" style, and always made some abstract behaviors, but his essence was far from the original.

In the technical terms of Shogg's own past as a game screenwriter, it was Theseus who "broke down".

Of course, another possibility is not ruled out, that is, this guy has another set of plans from beginning to end, style is style, and action is action.

And this kind of conjecture became even stronger after Xiuge experienced the *** of the Black Sun Society, if Theseus was a pure "happy man", then he should not have shown such clear negative emotions when the Black Sun Society allowed himself to perform the "blasphemy ceremony".

So he looked directly at the chaotic god, "I remember you said before that the gods of Van En are false beliefs that do not exist...... Why, then, were you angry at that time?"

In the face of Xiuge's tricky question, Theseus did not show any special performance, and the body and face made of black mist were still chaotic. z.br>

The faceless figure silently "smoked" the second cigarette in his hand.

Instead of answering Xiuge's question, he looked up and said in a somewhat strange and disgusted tone, "You think too much."

Xiuge's eyebrows couldn't help but tremble twice, and with Theseus's attitude now, a fool could also hear that he was perfunctory, so he said dissatisfiedly, "You have been holding back for so long a day, and that's all for the answer?"

"You mean you want me to step up?"

Theseus laughed, "Then ...... *** think too much."

「……」

In the face of Theseus's attitude of not making progress, Xiuge really wanted to punch people.

But in the next second, Theseus restrained his banter a little, and said, "Your question is indeed critical, but my answer is "no comment...... It doesn't do you any good to know too much, and you've been doing a good job of "improvisation" during this time, so if you listen to my answer and change your current style, it won't be good."

He looked at Xiuge's frowning brow and said with a smile, "However, given the trust we have between us, I can assure you that at this stage, I am on your side, including the position you have chosen and the decisions you have made, come on, you will have a lot of trouble to face next."

Hearing this, Xiuge had some bad premonitions, so he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?" Something went wrong with "Discord Wandering?"

"It's all named 'Discord', isn't it normal for something to go wrong?"

Theseus laughed strangely, "The idiot who wrote the 'Poetry of the Night' is completely insane because of this magic...... In other words, you can barely afford to use memory as an anchor for teleportation."

"Where am I being sent?"

"I don't love spoilers."

A big comical expression appeared on Theseus's face, "But I can assure you, it was a surprise for you."

With that, he suddenly stood up and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack!"

The surrounding scene immediately began to change drastically, and Xiuge felt as if he was inside a giant cardboard box, everything in sight was constantly folding and evolving.

One moment, Xiuge was still on the empty street, and the next, the surroundings were full of pedestrians.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a vast plain as far as the eye could see, and the shadows of many huge vehicles flashed in Xiuge's vision, but before Xiuge could make out them, these shadows turned into huge trains moving rapidly on the railroad tracks and constantly roaring with cannonballs.

He was dazzled by all sorts of flashing images.

And countless voices from different sources make people's minds bloated.

Finally, when Xiuge had already developed a slight sense of dizziness, all sounds and images came to an abrupt halt.

All the noise was completely away at this moment, and Hug rubbed his eyes, and he found himself standing in an empty and solemn hall, and at the same time, the turbulence and shaking of the ocean voyage returned.

Only then did he realize that he had never left the ship in his dreams, and that everything he had seen before might have been hallucinations created by Theseus.

"This ship has only just set sail, and you may come back more often in the future."

Theseus clapped his hands, "Alright, let's stop here this time, next time we meet, we should be able to talk about more things."

As he spoke, he pointed to a gate at the end of the hall and gave the final eviction order: "You can go out from there, it should be just right to wake up now, don't delay any longer."

Shuge followed his finger and glanced twice at the other end of the venue, he wanted to ask something more, but when he turned his head back, he found that the figure of Theseus had disappeared without a trace, and he was the only one left in this solemn meeting hall that did not know what function it was.

In desperation, he had no choice but to follow Theseus's instructions towards the exit.

After all, judging from Theseus's previous hints, although his current situation is not particularly bad, it must not be safe, otherwise he will definitely not have the kind of "waiting to have fun" performance.

Just as Hug came to the door and was about to push it out, the voice of Theseus suddenly floated out of nowhere.

"I can tell you with certainty that the concept of the gods of Van does not exist...... As for the Goddess of Magic, it's just a meaningless title and an affix."

Xiuge's movements paused.

Because this time, Theseus used an extremely unusually serious tone.

It sounded like he was going to admonish himself.

Shuge mentally repeated the sentence twice, and then he gave a brief response to the air, and pushed open the closed door of the venue.

The ruined streets are riddled with cracks and dirt, discarded by old clothes, newspapers, tools, and currency haphazardly discarded on the side of the road.

The station has long been unattended, and those magic vans that once made countless people complain have long since overturned in the corners of the city.

All the shops, whether they used to sell alchemical goods or everyday necessities, have now been opened, and almost every corner has been carefully searched for two rounds, and there are very few useful supplies left.

The plaza where the huge bell tower once stood still retained the same as it had been on the day of the disaster, and the huge breach in the sewers was blocked by magical rituals, but that no longer made sense, because there were countless passages between the ground and the surface.

The two lively streets, once filled with bards and nightingales, were now completely covered in dead silence, and even if there were still inhabitants in those houses, they would not turn on the lights at night.

The pleasures that people once pursued here are now completely starved

, panic and despair.

In such an oppressive environment, for the first time, the old Ernst mansion, which had been saddled with many horror legends and was later burned to ruins, had the same hue as the city.

The raging fire once kissed everything here fervently.

Though they had been scorched and scarred by the kiss of the flames, and soothed by the cold snowflakes, the smoky scent of the magical flames still inevitably lingered in the chaotic wreckage.

Perhaps because it was so clean by the flames in the past, even the children of the Abyss, who like to hunt for prey at night, do not patronize it, and through their studies, they have learned that humans need stable, safe, and warm shelter, and that no one will hide in these leaky and dangerous wreckage.

"Ahem!"

A faint cough came from the cracks in the charred wood, and then a dexterous and powerful black tentacle poked out of it.

Soon, the industrious tentacles removed the layers of wood, allowing the hapless man who had somehow appeared in the depths of the ruins to see the familiar starry sky once again.

Lying in the space that might have once been a basement, Xiuge felt a little amused.

He never imagined that he would one day return to his journey in such a bizarre and absurd way.

He grinned, gasped deeply, and pressed his arm to his eyes, covering the cold, familiar starry sky that was unreachable in any way.

The turmoil quickly returned to its roots, and Hug removed his arm, braced himself up, and left the collapsed basement with the help of Calon's Touch.

Standing in the midst of the desolate ruins, he looked at the familiar street that Shog Ernst had walked so many times, and he saw a faint light on the horizon.

The pocket watch told Shuge that it was already six o'clock in the morning, and that it would not be long before dawn.

「***…… The second week of the old Ernst house, right?"

Shug kicked away a piece of wood at his feet, then sat down on a sturdy-looking wooden beam with the metal cane in his hand.

His current state is not very good, the previous death magic has caused extremely serious damage to his body, and in order to get rid of him, Xiuge has consumed a lot of physical strength and energy.

And as Xiuge's mental and magical state gradually stabilized, his connection with the spiritual world became clear again, and soon the metal disc came from the concerned greetings of the will of the Ernst family.

"Son, you're finally awake!"

Countess Alexandra was the most gentle in her treatment of Shugo, and she said worriedly, "You have been unconscious for a long time, we can't wake you up anyway, that magic has made a mess of your spirit, and memories are scattered everywhere, and we can't clean it up......

"It's good to wake up, the talents of the Ernst family will not fall like this!"

General Bernhardt's voice was as neutral as ever.

These familiar voices made Xiuge's mood feel much better, so he waved his hand and summoned a small number of magical rats, and these rats with human memories and wisdom had already felt the extraordinary place as soon as they appeared.

To be precise, they felt a little familiar here.

"Wait! Where is this?"

Shug smiled and shook his head, "Salem City...... Below me is the old house where the family used to be."

"Why did it burn like this? I've lived here before!"

Xiuge ignored the anger and surprise shown by the old guys, he knew that even if the old mansion hadn't burned down before, it would probably not be much better now.

Based on the information he had received from the refugees in Salem City and the memories he had taken from the Descendants of the Abyss, Xiug immediately sent a task to the rats, and they were scattered as far as possible, scattering them outwards in pieces, which was an adjustment made by Xiuge based on the habits of the Descendants of the Abyss-Abyssal Son

They tend to be attracted to the obvious fluctuations in life and mana, and they don't have much desire to prey on tiny creatures that can't "fill their stomachs" at all.

As time passed, the light in the sky began to change little by little, and when Xiuge had already used the magic water and food to relieve his hunger and thirst, the rat group in charge of the reconnaissance handed back some information to Xiuge.

So he stood up, patted the black dust on his body, and walked out onto the street in front of the old house.

In his magical perception, some important targets appeared.

He saw that there were some small figures walking slowly down the street, with the brisk steps characteristic of children, and their movements were lively and dexterous.

Shuge didn't dodge, he remained silent, standing still and waiting for them to approach.

In Xiuge's memory, he had never gone out to buy newspapers at such an early age......