Overturned Tower

Chapter 438 Tower of the End

After leaving the malt liquor room, Russell put his hands in his pockets and put on his hood.

"Deer head statue."

Without any warning, he called out in a low voice.

【I am here】

That ethereal, light female voice sounded in his heart.

"Open the door," Russell put his hand on the doorknob and closed his eyes, "it's time for us to talk."

But after he opened the door, he walked into the familiar room.

The lights are bright, but there are only countless doors.

It was a maze composed of countless doors. No matter how many times I watch it, I will only feel sad after feeling spectacular.

Standing in it, there will only be a sense of confusion. It's like standing at an unfamiliar crossroads, looking around but unable to find a way out.

As Russell walked towards the room where the deer head statue was, he whispered casually: "I just went to see Malt Liquor."

【I know】

"We talked about the fate of the named 'elves', about the dead gods. We talked about the two keys, and the 'door'."

【I am listening】

"So, can you explain more to me?"

Russell said softly, without taking his hands out of his pockets at all.

Because the spirit of the deer head statue is integrated with the entire "Wandering City Tower of Babel", she does not need Russell to perform any operations here at all.

The wall lined with "doors" in front of him moved to both sides, making way for the middle.

The transparent doors opened on their own, and the extremely airtight doors also rotated and opened on their own, making a hissing sound. Before Russell came over, there was no obstacle in front of him.

It’s different from the first time I came here…

As Russell continued to walk forward, the lights were all turned on in a flash.

The gloomy and dim corridor was suddenly as bright as day.

But Russell stopped at this moment.

What he saw was not just the deer head.

In the center where the three rays of light from different directions are focused, there are silver antlers shining with crystal white light, long black hair falling freely like a waterfall, and a deer head like a doll...

There is no trace on the body, only the part above the collarbone. The rest of the body is made up of machinery and gears, as beautiful as a suppressed butterfly specimen.

In front of her remains, a man with long black hair was sitting quietly.

There was a black bandage tied in front of his eyes, and some messy long black hair was left hanging, like an ancient knight.

He looked like he was meditating, sitting, or waiting for someone.

The huge wings behind him prove his unique identity.

Russell fell silent.

His eyes focused on the man's back, his eyes were lowered and his Adam's apple slid up and down slightly.

At this moment, it was like many mechanical synthesized sounds overlapping each other, but they echoed in the space.

"'—What are you looking at, barber?'"

Hearing this voice, the man with his head lowered slightly raised his head.

But he didn't look back.

Russell did not immediately answer the deer-headed question.

He just stared at the man's back and asked softly: "Can you tell me about that man now?"

"'--nature.'"

The deer-headed statue sighed.

Overlapping synthesized sounds sounded, like thousands of people sighing at the same time. There is a sense of compassion and holiness in it.

"'Because there is no room for silence and lies in this matter.'"

"In other words, he is indeed a spy...right? Or is he a double agent?"

"'I am more inclined to believe that [the bishop] learned part of the truth and lost his mind.'"

After Russell arrived, the deer-headed statue no longer spoke from his heart, but used the broadcast on the "Tower of Babel" to reply with an emotional, overlapping synthesized voice.

She always does.

For the deer-headed figure, this is one of the few things that can make her feel that she is still barely alive.

Just like a lonely empty nester, would he want someone to come back and chat with him... to relieve his loneliness and maintain his humanity?

This is the first time Russell has faced the deer-headed statue up close and personal after awakening the Will of Twilight and realizing his true talents.

He could actually feel loneliness and confusion from the fragmented body of the deer head statue.

——And this is the evidence that she still exists as a human being.

"What truth?"

Russell asked softly: "Is it related to the...'key' that Malt Liquor mentioned?"

"'Logically speaking, this matter cannot be told to outsiders. But, barber... you are not an outsider. You are about to inherit the name of the elf.'

"'You are [Saar] - the guardian of the fifth hour of the fifth day, the successor who will protect the destiny of the 'saint'.'

"'You have the right to know the truth about all this.'"

The overlapping synthesized sound of the deer head statue sounded like a god.

After hearing this, the man sitting cross-legged on the ground finally made a move.

He lowered his head slightly and didn't even look back.

It was like he could see Russell through the gauze and the back of his head.

...No, that shouldn't be an illusion.

Because Russell did vaguely feel that he was being watched - that was proof that his red shift had touched the human limit of Leviathan's wall, a powerful intuition that transcended cause and effect.

That is true intuition—not a pseudo-intuition based on the brain's calculations and conclusions after subconsciously collecting information and using rich experience or powerful thinking ability. It is a mysterious intuition that can be perceived without collecting details.

Russell originally thought this was some kind of special fantasy ability...

But after communicating with Malt Liquor, he vaguely realized the nature of this ability.

——Including his intuition, including Malt Liquor's vision of the future, including the future seen by "Thal".

Perhaps what we see is not the uncertain future, but the "human heart".

The future cannot be measured—because even if the success rate of various events can be measured, it is still not satisfactory. Because the "human heart" is a chaotic system, with each person's different experiences, personalities, emotions, hormones, intuitions, desires, and even the passing of memory fragments, the original thoughts may change, and then "an idea may strike" or Change the original rational plan "if you feel something".

Because people are not "rational people" in operations research.

But if what sees the future is not a cold machine...but a "collection of human subconsciousness", then it becomes possible to predict the future.

If we can accurately calculate the hearts and talents of all people, on this basis, the future will become a formula that "if we do this", we will definitely "get this answer". As for that subconscious collection, he does not need to measure it...because that is part of its construction.

--Yes.

The fate of the elves is connected to the "god" of this world.

The god of division that is now torn apart.

The intuition brought by spiritual energy is also related to this.

what does that mean?

The power derived from the devil...also belongs to "god".

Psionics, Holy Orders, Destiny—all the powers in this world have the same origin.

God’s body, God’s spirit, God’s authority…

...and, the vessel of God.

"What is the truth?"

Russell asked.

"'The [Tower of the End] in the dream world is not a tower. It is a 'keyhole'."