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"Teacher, I..."

Sartre's face was gloomy, and he even looked a lot tired all of a sudden. His lips were moving, and his mind was full of distracting thoughts.

He was hesitating.

Some words have always been hidden in his heart.

He didn't dare to say it, and couldn't say it, because even he thought such an idea was too ridiculous and deviant.

"Say, Sartre," Julian patted Sartre's shoulder to comfort him, "No matter what you want to say, you are my student after all."

"But teacher, can you... really explain this problem?"

Sartre looked up with a wry smile, "Teacher, I have read through all the relevant information in the Tower of Stars, and even secretly used your authority to learn some forbidden knowledge, but they still did not answer my confusion..."

"What is it?"

“…We can know our destiny, but what does that mean to us?”

Sartre hesitated, but finally mustered up the courage and looked at Julian.

A harsh voice came out of his throat, but his words instantly brought the atmosphere in the room to freezing point.

This is the biggest obstacle standing in front of Sartre, and it is also the doubt that he has not been able to think clearly until now.

Yes, as extraordinary beings of the gold coin system, they can predict the limited future, and can glimpse the mysterious picture in the not-too-distant future through vague scenes and vague prophecies.

But what does this mean to them?

Yes, destiny can be changed, but the price of changing destiny is extremely expensive. It requires a gold-level or even platinum-level gold coin-based extraordinary person to be able to change it.

However, what everyone knows is just a small puzzle piece of the future. No one can guarantee that the changed destiny here will really extend a tributary of their own in the long river of destiny, or will it still belong to this place? The river of destiny itself.

Maybe the destiny that was changed in order to change the destiny is still subordinate to the destiny itself. In the larger scope and perspective, this destiny has not been changed.

What pained Sartre the most was this.

He checked all the records about changing destiny in the history of the Tower of Stars, but he was shocked to find that all records only recorded up to the time when the destiny-changing ceremony was held, and all subsequent data, information, and records were missing. In other words, it was artificially erased.

Since it takes a high price to change one's destiny, shouldn't we record what happens to people, events, and objects after we change our destiny?

Sartre didn't find it, even if he relied on the authority of the Tower Master of the Star Tower, he still didn't find it.

And this was the beginning of his nightmare.

As an apprentice who can be favored by Julian, he is naturally not a fool. Even if he can't find relevant information, the lack of information itself is the greatest information.

This shows that there may be a deeper meaning behind the fate-changing ritual that everyone knows, and this secret knowledge cannot even be recorded.

And what kind of knowledge can be so carefully preserved?

Sartre didn't know, and he tried not to think about it or to know.

Julian looked at Sartre's anxious and determined eyes, as if he could see a burning soul in Sartre's eyes that overlooked the stars.

As the master of the Star Tower, he fell silent.

In the already narrow space, the suddenly solidified air seemed to be squeezing Sartre.

The room was very quiet. When he looked at the teacher, Sartre could even hear his heart restlessly trying to break through the constraints of his chest, and his doubtful blood rushed passionately in his veins.

He was calm and excited.

After a long time, Julian finally had a helpless smile on his lips, "Sart, have you finally begun to doubt?"

"Teacher, I..." Sartre paused, "I just don't know which path to believe..."

Believing that fate can be changed means that their so-called prophecy is just one of thousands of possibilities, and it can only be used as a reference. However, that will greatly weaken the status of gold coin extraordinary people - - What people want is a given future, a knowable future, not some kind of nonsense.

And believing that fate is a given means that all their efforts will come to naught in the face of the upcoming fate.

Whether they do it or not, it's fate.

If this is the case, then what do we need these extraordinary beings who can foresee the future?

What puzzles Sartre the most is not this, but the fact that these two situations seem to exist at the same time, and both can find evidence in reality and historical materials.

If the destiny is determined, then the ritual that changes the destiny will only change the destiny temporarily at best. In the end, it will still move forward according to the determined destiny. Naturally, the sages and even today's gold coin system extraordinary people will not continue to study related directions.

And if they can really carve out a branch in the long river of destiny, their way of changing destiny can really be effective, but why should this piece of information that should be made public be banned?

"Remember the story about the Pompeii village I told you?" Julian sighed and said.

Sartre was startled. Of course he knew the story that the teacher told him personally.

More than ten years ago, a young prophet passed by the village of Pompeii and predicted that the village would face a natural disaster. However, the villagers refused to leave. In the end, he could only watch the village being submerged by fire and rain from the sky.

However, why did the teacher mention this story at this time?

Julian raised his head slightly and looked at somewhere diagonally above, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and said with emotion: "Sartre, that young prophet is me..."

He glanced at Sartre, who was stunned, and said to himself: "I was standing on a distant cliff, watching the scorching rain of fire falling from the sky, watching the black smoke billowing up, and watching the green and yellow flames jumping. It burned everything black. The fire lasted for a day and a night, and I watched it for a day and a night. Later, I mustered up the courage to set foot on the land again with residual warmth and lingering smoke... "

"Sart, there are no survivors. In the entire village, no one can survive, no one."

Julian's voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

"teacher……"

"At that time, I was thinking about similar issues, but Sartre, I have to tell you clearly that I don't know about this issue, and no one knows about it." Julian came back to his senses and patted Sartre calmly. shoulder, and said softly: "That is your confusion, Sartre, and it is also my confusion. Perhaps, this will be everyone's confusion..."

Under the illusive light and shadow, Sartre clearly saw the regret and hesitation on the teacher's face.

There are three more updates in the evening~