Lewis, who was left on the isolated island of the southern continent, raised his head, and a baby who had just learned to walk ran out of the river of fate in a mixed posture of crawling and walking, but in an instant, the baby slowly appeared to grow in reverse.

At the same time, a new life is born in the small town of Intis.

"Oh, unlucky, I only have the person of sequence two, and the uniqueness is left in the river of fate." The baby grumbled in his heart.

After the baby, there was a man with silver-white hair, who had gone all the way out of the river of fate, and also had a reverse growth.

By the time he was about to step out of the river of fate, he had already taken on the shape of an almost embryo and disappeared completely.

Meanwhile, in a small town in the Kingdom of Rune, a baby with silver hair is born, his eyes cold.

It wasn't until he saw that both of them disappeared that Lewis stepped into the long river of fate, and after constantly searching for materials and digesting potions, this doppelganger already had the personality of Sequence 2, and could try to promote Sequence 1 and accommodate uniqueness.

Then, with the help of the ontology, he found the right fate opportunity and promoted to the true god.

"Perhaps, this time it will take a long time." Lewis smiled faintly, pressed his half-height silk top hat, and walked forward.

……

In 1356, four years had passed since the 'Fool' fell asleep, the real Audrey. Hale left only one doppelganger in her home, and she herself traveled many times to a port city in the Byron Empire.

Even though she has not yet been able to find the recipe for the potion of the promotion angel, she has a deeper understanding of potions, and she has become more proficient in playing them.

In the dim sunlight, an oil lamp rose from a soybean-sized flame, and the two rays of light reflected each other, casting the wide feather hat that Audrey wore on the dusty wall.

She took out a fountain pen studded with gold thread, dipped it in ink, and flipped through the yellowed notebook with her fingers on thin black silk.

"On September 16, 1356, I arrived at the port of the Byron Empire, which is said to have been flooded four years earlier, and after the flood, as if miraculously, only a few people had died.

According to Mr. Alger's description, the flood is not a flood in the true sense of the word, but more like a kind of occult symbol, which should symbolize the long river of fate.

And in the midst of the flood, a huge silver-white giant snake once appeared, and the high-level transcendent who witnessed the giant snake left serious sequelae, and he had a mental problem, and he did not dare to try to be promoted again.

But a group of small snakes tried to fight the giant snake, and they both disappeared. ”

The blood-colored moonlight shone in through the window, and Audrey closed her notebook and stretched to look into the distance.

Mr. "Fool" is asleep, and Mr. "Destiny" is nowhere to be found, but in this city she hears about Mr. "Fate's contiguant", Lewis. Harvey.

The dependant used to promote the honorific name here, presumably to prepare the anchor for the next promotion, but strangely, among the many honorific names he promoted, there was no identity of the "Fate" gentleman's dependent.

Audrey was stunned for a moment as a young man in a half-height silk top hat walked outside the window, and then opened the door, knowing that the man outside the door was Mr. Destiny's favorite.

……

Alger had arrived in the Western Continent a month earlier, and the vast majority of those who had accompanied him on his expedition had suffered casualties, so that few of his companions made it to the Western Continent alive.

"My potions have almost been digested, and the Poseidon Scepter that Mr. Fool left me is also there, as long as I get the rest of the supporting materials at the Tarot Gathering at the beginning of next month, I can be promoted to Sequence Three.

Even without Mr. 'Fool' presiding over the Tarot Society, we are still moving forward. ”

Alger's face was yellowed by the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and he was very concerned about the elves.

Those elves seemed to believe in a being related to fate, and the name of this existence made him feel inexplicably familiar, because Miss Audrey had told him that one of Mr. "Fate's" relatives was named Lewis. Harvey.

The kerosene lamp light in Alger's eyes danced with yellow flames, and he half-narrowed his eyes as he tried to chant:

"Ruler of Doom:

Lucky Guardians;

Monsters peeking into fate;

Great Lewis. Harvey. ”

After reciting this honorific name silently, a sparkling silver river suddenly appeared in front of Alger's eyes, and in the long river, two brilliant rays of light swept through his body, those two rays of light were deep and terrifying, with the terrifying pressure of life level.

Alger was stunned, he didn't dare to make eye contact with the being, but lowered his head, silently waiting for the attention to end.

……

At the end of the same year, Lewis. Harvey ended his slumber in the river of fate, using his god-level doppelganger to devour his own essence, freeing himself from his own pollution and the fate that had been held by the Lord of Mysteries.

It was much more expensive than it would have cost to reboot itself, but at least, he was almost the end of the old days.

Now that Crane has fallen into a deep slumber, the awakening of the Lord of Mysteries is almost a foregone conclusion.

The Goddess of the Night, who had just learned the location of the River of Eternal Darkness, began to try to contain essentia, but it was unlikely that the fusion would be completed before the end came.

The Mother Tree of Desire and the Fallen Mother Goddess have received a portion of their destiny, and no god will be able to stop them from coming.

In the midst of fate, Lewis was able to notice the actions of all creatures, and with a long sigh, he transformed into an Ouroboros in the midst of fate.

The silvery-white light originated from the western continent and gradually spread to the entire continent in a circular shape.

……

Subordinate to the Kingdom of Rune, in the city of Tingen.

Lewis opened his eyes, crimson light veil shining through the glass window on the angelic inkwell, next to which was a silver pen with intricately patterned patterns, and a crazy whisper rang in his ears.

The next moment, a gray-haired, proudly built woman hugged Lewis, pinched her right eye socket, and muttered:

"My dear Lewis, you're having nightmares again."

Lewis smiled faintly, and a long river of silver-white that formed a closed loop appeared in his eyes.

That's the end, it just happens to be the reincarnation of a whole fate, and I'm ready to open a new book.

If everything is in order, the new book is almost next month.

(End of chapter)