While the people of the Sea God Sect were making contact with the members of the Black Emperor, working themselves to the bone for the favor of the gods, Lin Ruo, having dealt with matters in the present, once again set off for the historical illusion.
This trip was not only to retrieve people and memories but also to use the time difference of the historical illusion to fully digest the Judge potion.
Thus, Lin Ruo once again arrived in the historical rift, which did not belong to the present, enjoying the continuation of the previous historical illusion.
"As expected of you, Roselle, even if you turn into a girl, you still want to stick close to pretty older sisters, and you're quite good at flirting." Lin Ruo couldn't help but genuinely sigh as he watched the historical bubble in front of him completely shatter.
Just now, he had enjoyed Roselle's pleasure stage, the harmonious version. Although Lin Ruo didn't understand why the historical bubble could be so intelligent, cutting scenes at crucial moments, with basically no more intimate scenes than kissing, Roselle's act of his Incarnation as a Young Miss charming pretty older sisters still made Lin Ruo quite satisfied.
Lin Ruo decided that he would draw these events and compile them into a book, then give it to Roselle as a "resurrection" gift once he was rescued.
Roselle would surely like it.
Hmm, should he prepare a copy for Beibei too? But would this hurt the child's fragile heart… Lin Ruo pondered, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Immediately, a familiar sense of daze and weightlessness struck. Fortunately, Lin Ruo, who was prepared this time, directly simulated the ability of the Storm Domain, stabilizing his body and slowly flying downwards.
This time, below was not a tropical rainforest, nor were there any messy things, but a manor that Lin Ruo found quite familiar. From afar, Lin Ruo could even see a young Roselle standing in the manor at this moment, and this young Roselle was clearly not blind, staring dumbfounded as he descended from the sky.
"Yo! Good morning!" Lin Ruo landed in front of Roselle, and as his feet touched the ground, he greeted him with a smile, not surprised.
After all, unless there were special circumstances, he would always drop near Roselle.
"Where the hell did you drop from, Lin Meimei?" Roselle said almost instinctively, his gaze filled with surprise, a bit of curiosity, and well-hidden vigilance.
As a Beyonder who had just chosen the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery and was now a Cognitive Scholar, Roselle naturally knew that this world contained various extraordinary abilities, but he had never really witnessed them. Now, seeing someone descend from the sky, his mood was undeniably complex.
"Although my surname is indeed Lin, I am not Lin Meimei. However, if you want to call me Brother Lin, I don't mind." Lin Ruo said with a smile, his eyebrow slightly raised, not because of Roselle, but because a previously sealed memory in his mind was stirring, clearly ready for an immersive experience.
"Who wants to call you Brother Lin! Are you even an adult, kid? You look younger than me… Hmm?" Roselle instinctively frowned at first, then finally realized something, looking at Lin Ruo with surprise and uncertainty.
"Don't look, it's just as you think." Lin Ruo waved his hand casually, then smiled and said, "Or let's do a secret code: Odd changes, even doesn't."
"The sign depends on the quadrant."
"Bright moonlight before my bed."
"I suspect it is frost on the ground."
After two rounds of secret codes, Roselle clearly confirmed that the person who suddenly dropped from the sky was indeed a fellow countryman, his expression for a moment like a soy sauce shop.
You say Roselle was not happy, but both his face and eyes showed undisguised surprise, the joy of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, an uncontrollable emotion when a person in a foreign land finally meets a fellow countryman.
But if you say Roselle was happy, there was also some struggle within that joy.
After holding it in for a long time, our classmate Roselle finally whispered, "We agreed on a script where my fate is my own, not heaven's. Turns out it's a mass Transmigration."
"In a sense, it is indeed a mass Transmigration." Lin Ruo nodded. Although he hadn't Transmigrated worlds, saying that the people in Sefirah Castle had "Transmigrated" through time was indeed correct. "Although I haven't counted, there should be at least one or two hundred people."
Roselle's expression froze again, looking at Lin Ruo as if to say—Are you kidding me?
Although in the short few seconds just now, Roselle had already accepted the fact that he was not the only Transmigrator, and was even a little happy, after all, having a fellow countryman meant that in the future when he made jokes, at least someone would understand, right?
But Roselle never expected that he was not only not the only Transmigrator, but he had even caught up with a tour group?
One or two hundred people… Roselle almost gasped, contributing to global warming, but he held back and asked, "If there really are one or two hundred Transmigrators, this world wouldn't still be in this terrible state, would it? Or is it that none of you one or two hundred people thought of copying books or promoting industrial development?"
"Because I came from the future." Lin Ruo answered without changing his expression. Having already thought out this time's deceptive script in a short time, he said with a smile:
"I came from two hundred years later, when, due to some special reasons, hundreds of Transmigrators were released at once. Of course, I am not one of those members; I Transmigrated a little earlier than them."
If Roselle had somewhat believed Lin Ruo's nonsense just now, hearing him say this now, he couldn't continue to believe it and immediately said, "You're not going to say next that you're from the TVA, are you? Or arrest me for illegal Transmigration?"
"No, I have nothing to do with the TVA, but I did come to this era for you." Lin Ruo said with a smile, not saying a single false word, "I am here to save you."
"Huh?" Roselle clearly didn't believe him, already looking at Lin Ruo with the gaze of someone looking at a great con artist. "You say you're from the future, and you're here to save me. I won't even talk about the latter part… Just about you coming from the future, what will I be like in the future? Married? Do I have a daughter?"
As he asked, Roselle had an expression that clearly said, "Let's see how you'll make this up."
"In your future… well, how should I put it, you initiated the Industrial Revolution, bringing this world into the Steam Age. You overthrew the current royal family and became the new master of White Maple Palace. The world respects you and fears you; they praise you and slander you." Lin Ruo responded to Roselle's life story while looking at the young Emperor in front of him:
"You are the future Black Emperor, an indelible symbol in history. Even more than a hundred years after your death, countless people are still influenced by you, worshiping you and loving you."
Roselle was stunned. He told himself that the person in front of him was just spouting nonsense, but for some reason, he inexplicably asked, "What about my children? How do they see me?"
"Your children…" Lin Ruo paused, then suddenly smiled and said, "You are very fortunate. Your children have always loved you and trusted you. There has never been a rift between you due to misunderstandings, nor have you become strangers because of gods. They are always looking for you, hoping for your return."