Free Web NovelChapter 184: Chapter 184: The End of the Transmigrator_1
"...Is that the entire content?" After Aiden translated the last page for Abigail, Abigail confirmed with Aiden.
"Yes, all of it," Aiden replied.
Although he withheld everything related to the transgressor, he had truthfully informed Abigail of the general contents of the diary.
The diary didn’t contain any opportunities, just the tragic end of a transgressor played like a puppet by a ruler.
A nameless witch, summoned by the Grim Reaper, was seduced by the ruler of "Desire," and then gradually corrupted, eventually choosing to take her own life.
Until the end, she never understood the true purpose behind the deceit of the ruler of "Desire," Melindale.
Do not trust the gods—this was the advice the nameless witch left for her successor.
The experience of the nameless witch was still very valuable for reference to him.
His current situation was not much different from that of his predecessor, the transgressor.
He had been summoned to this world by Melifilia, involved in the power struggle between the ruler of "Wisdom" and the saint of "Hatred," all under the guise of Aiden Galahad. Even now, Aiden was unsure of Melifilia’s actual intentions.
Melifilia, the ruler under the Throne of Spirit. Could this goddess have done something similar to him...
Just thinking of this possibility sent a chill down Aiden’s spine.
As the nameless witch wrote in her diary, becoming a ruler oneself was the most direct way to escape such a predicament.
But for Aiden, even the act of becoming a ruler was under Melifilia’s guidance.
"You have truly been a great help this time," Abigail began to thank Aiden, then tapped the table lightly with her finger, and the diary came alive once more, fluttering back into her hands like a butterfly.
"No need for thanks," Aiden answered, then posed a question, "Did you propose an alliance with me from the beginning just to have me decipher this diary?"
"I simply entertained the idea; I didn’t hold much expectation," Abigail replied slowly.
"Now that you know the contents of the diary, what are your plans?" Aiden asked again.
"Plans?" Abigail seemed slightly surprised by his question. "Do you mean, will I seek vengeance against the ruler?"
Aiden nodded.
"I have no such plans. I have no connection with the predecessor, so what revenge would there be? Furthermore, for a mortal to directly challenge a ruler would be far too reckless," Abigail calmly responded, "However..."
"However?"
"If I get a chance to seize a dominion, I might try to take more powers from other rulers," Abigail answered, "The power of ’Death’ will eventually become one of my targets."
"You wish to become a ruler?" Aiden asked.
"Naturally, the power of the gods is a gateway, and crossing it leads to a completely different world, anyone who wishes to pursue the knowledge of the ultimate will spare no effort to reach this threshold," Abigail said and then asked in return, "Don’t you wish to?"
"Not to say I don’t wish to, but I actually don’t mind being a mortal free of illness and disaster," Aiden chuckled, "The realm of the rulers is indeed a whole new world, very enticing, but also very dangerous."
As a transgressor, he was certainly interested in the path of divinization and ascension in an alternate world, but this interest was predicated on the assumption that he could carry a protagonist’s script and march steadily and mightily forward on the path of leveling up.
In this world, whether seeking dark Magic or the power of different races, none could raise a person’s power to an unsurpassable kingdom. Even the intensely dangerous blood princes and witches to ordinary people could be defeated by ordinary mortals through armed combat techniques and training targeting their weaknesses. freёweɓnovel.com
As for the rulers’ authority that could genuinely mark a gap with mortals, it was like a beautiful but poisonous fruit, fraught with ineffable dangers. The finitude of divinity and the uniqueness of authority doomed the path to becoming a ruler to be filled with various deadly struggles to seize treasures, and those rulers who had obtained authority could play mortals like clapping their hands easily—the fate of the nameless witch was a living example.
Had he not been accidentally involved, Aiden would have rather been a salted fish in this world, living aimlessly and waiting for death.
"But you still stepped in," Abigail said, looking at Aiden.
"There are all kinds of reasons," Aiden brushed over it and then steered the conversation back to Abigail, "Daili once said that you are a ’Near-God’, what you approach should be the authority of ’Life’, right?"
Abigail must have received the inheritance from Alice, who had mastery over the "Life" Divine Decrees; she could control owls and bats to deliver messages for her, bestow life to the liquid metal that Vila merged with, and even make a diary flutter like a butterfly—these all seemed to be the abilities of the "Life" authority.
"That’s correct," Abigail admitted very frankly.
"If you obtained the Divine Decrees of ’Fecundity’, would you plan to ascend to become the ruler of ’Fecundity’?" Aiden asked.
With the divine upper limit of mortals, it is impossible to become the saint of two "authorities" at the same time. But after becoming the saint of one "authority," there are ways to switch to another.
Melifilia once shared a very convenient method with him, which is to pass one’s Divine Decrees to another person, transfer the divinity to them as well, and after completely relinquishing one’s own powers, to start again, acquiring new divinity and learning new Divine Decrees.
Of course, this kind of affair could only be entrusted to someone trustworthy.
"I’ll think about it depending on the difficulty of the ritual, but I would still place obtaining the ’Life’ authority first," Abigail said nonchalantly, "It is said that the powers of ’Fecundity’ can make desires in certain aspects very strong; the queen of the Old Lese Kingdom once took five husbands. Such traits are not very friendly to a solitary woman like me."
"I see," Aiden could only smile awkwardly without losing politeness.
Indeed, the effects brought about by the Divine Decrees in one’s possession were not all beneficial.
"I find our conversation quite congenial," Abigail slowly said, "To tell you the truth, at the beginning, I never thought that joining forces with the former Judge would work out, until Qiqimora told me you got along well with Daili and the others."
"People change their minds when they change environments," Aiden replied indifferently.
"I’ll remember this favor for now. If you need my help with anything in the future, please feel free to speak up," Abigail said, "You can call on me by using a token."
"You’re too kind."
"Then, I look forward to a pleasant collaboration."
After Abigail finished speaking, she waved her hand, and in front of Aiden’s eyes, the gray fog rapidly shrouded everything.
