Chapter 1213: Thousand Star Chronicles PV: 'Stars Silent as a Riddle' (3)

An innumerable problem arises here, but what I want is not an answer… but that this die will never stop.

Heita sat on a huge key, propping her chin with one hand, calmly observing this ever‑turning, never‑stopping alternative eight‑sided die.

Heita embraced a cluster of blooming purple flowers, lifted her gaze upward, her eyes seemingly piercing countless planes to reach the end where vast streams of data intertwine—a striking red light in the cosmos.

'The problem' itself is the best answer, because my thinking…

"There has never been an end."

Heita stood here, arms crossed, sending her distant gaze toward the Star God who governs knowledge.

"So, machine head, what are you pondering again? You ignore the universe and refuse to answer my question, so I can only…"

Suddenly, Ms. Heita tore open the darkness; that stunning face that makes people can't help exclaiming 'She's so beautiful!' appeared without any blind spot, as if the entire firmament had become her frame for displaying beauty.

"██"

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Chainsaw person.

"She's so beautiful!"

Dianci stared up, blankly gazing at the firmament; Ms. Heita's flawless face hung there, like a magnet firmly drawing his sight.

"If I can't find this kind of love in this lifetime, I will not die!"

"……" Zaochuan Qiu fell silent for two seconds, looking at Dianci with the eye of one viewing large non‑recyclable trash: 'How so, you want to become an Abundance abomination?'

"Don't shatter my fantasy right from the start!"

"You yourself said it was a fantasy…" Zaochuan Qiu sighed helplessly, "How could you possibly date a genius like Heita? Associating with such a person, you'd likely end up as a specimen she examines on the spot."

Dianci pointed at himself with a puzzled look: 'Study me? What's there to study about me?'

"There are many." Zaochuan Qiu opened the fridge, pulled out two boxes of yogurt, and handed one to Dianci: 'Not everyone who is cut in half can just drink blood and continuously regrow flesh; your physique, if placed in the universe, would surely be seen as related to 【Abundance】. If you haven't stepped onto the 【Abundance】 Path and have no connection to the Abundance folk, you'll likely be seized by Heita or Ruan Mei and taken to the lab to become a lab rat.'

Zaochuan Qiu said lightly: 'Do you want to be turned into a lab rat by Ms. Heita?'

Dianci took the yogurt, thought seriously: 'Mmm, if she provides room and board, with bread slathered in jam and yogurt for breakfast… that might not be bad.' He then slapped his thigh, 'Oh… plus one more condition: Ms. Heita must go out on a date with me once a week!'

…… Idiot.

Zaochuan Qiu rubbed her forehead: 'Looks like you still don't get it. For a genius, it's the "unknown" in you that truly interests them; once those unknowns become known, you're left with nothing in their eyes.'

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Saint Seiya: Hades Saga.

"Heh, have you noticed anything?"

Aries Shiōn withdrew his gaze from the firmament, looking at the several seated Golden Saints: 'These members of the Genius Club—no, to be precise, Heita and Ruan Mei—no wonder they could become friends and research partners; their attitudes toward the Eminent Scholar are quite worth pondering.'

"Indeed." Manigot chuckled, 'How to put it… the scholar named Nachixia shares similar qualities—putting it nicely, "daring to challenge the authority of the gods"; putting it less nicely… heh, Ms. Heita is also an "irreligious heretic."'

Nachixia's irreligiosity was acknowledged by the Rational Titan, while Heita and Ruan Mei were glanced at by the Eminent Scholar; it seems this rebellious spirit is a necessary trait for an excellent scholar.

"Is it merely a lack of reverence for the gods?" Libra Tonghu's gaze turned toward him: 'Ruan Mei has plenty of ideas about the Star Gods; if she were to fully research the Path and the Star Gods, she might herself aspire to become a Star God. If this were placed in Wengfalusu, how would it differ from Nachixia linking himself to KefaLe through Alchemy?'

Tonghu stroked his chin, intrigued: 'If Nachixia could leave Wengfalusu alive and venture into the cosmos, with his intellect he might very well be noticed by the Eminent Scholar.'

"You're overthinking it; Nachixia may be the smartest person in Wengfalusu, but in this universe he's nothing special." Alrudiba said softly, 'He too is a living person; if his wisdom were recognized by the Eminent Scholar, he would surely spark a technological revolution on Wengfalusu, and breaking the sky's blockade would then be no problem.'

"Alright, stay quiet."

Sisyphus slowly closed his eyes, placed his hand by his ear: 'Listen carefully… do you hear any sound?'

"Sound?"

Shiōn raised his head and then realized a brief human voice was emanating from the firmament; the sound grew louder and more shrill, accompanied by a dense drumbeat that struck the hearts of all the Golden Saints, making them tremble as if following its rhythm.

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"With a sweeping gesture, Baie's wide robes flared, revealing the lines of his sturdy, muscular physique."

"He seemed to be bathing in boiling golden blood, scooping up a handful and slamming it hard against his chest. The golden blood slid down his forearm, bearing a striking resemblance to the deity of destruction."

"……"

"Reincarnation, hope and despair alternating in chant."

Aohema's morning light streamed through the dome; countless tailors, like devout believers, encircled Aglaea, with myriad slender gold threads linking in mid‑air, glittering in the sunlight.

Tibao, Tian, and Tining were counting gold coins when a nimble shadow flitted by soundlessly; Sai Feier's fluffy tail swept the coin pile, instantly snatching several pieces.

In the garden of life, a breeze brushed past, carrying the fresh scent of herbs and grass; the teaching assistant Fengjin embraced the slate, diligently noting the knowledge from Nachixia's emphasized lessons.

Within Xuanfengcheng, countless gold cups were raised high; their clashing stirred the bright pomegranate juice and the noisy cheers. Wandi sat lofty on the throne, as if his former subjects were raising cups to celebrate his triumphs.

"Rise and fall, memories leave only the echo of the apocalypse."