Chapter 1455: with translation of chapter title

What kind of law did Caesar rewrite with his own life? We still do not know. Perhaps, like each of Caesar's games, the truth will only be revealed at the moment of the general.

But her death caused Aohema to boil. On this side of the city wall, those defending freedom toppled the monument to the ground; on the other side, Caesar's supporters stood before her statue, vigorously proclaiming: 'The emperor still stands in the midst of the crowd.'

It is said that at every point of their struggle, the golden blood gathered into the same inscription: that name, which belonged to Aohema's first and also last monarch, 'Caesar' Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela.

But the owner of the name did not see all this. Her gaze turned toward the distance, and the sound of waves drowned out the people's shouts.

In the 'Heaven-Earth Boundary Sea' of this prophecy, in a pool of shallow dead water, what is Caesar pondering? Is she reminiscing about past conquests, or repenting for the countless compatriots who perished in the march to chase fire?

Neither. Caesar only saw the shimmering ripples on the water, just like the rough chessboard divided by sunlight that her teacher first played against her on that afternoon—

The old player raised his hand, pointing at the chessboard, and asked the girl with a squinting smile: 'What do you think this chessboard and these pieces resemble?'

Ah, it's truly strangely beautiful..." Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela lifted her head to gaze at the specks of stars in the firmament, the corner of her mouth curling into a faint smile, "It's... just like the stars in the night sky blazing fiercely."

……

Heseryin widened her eyes, incredulously gazing at the Ancient Scale Abyss Sea before her.

"From those pages..."

"It turned into... a sea?"

She stood frozen in place for a long time, until a salty, damp sea breeze blew toward her, and only then did she slowly move her steps, heading toward the Scale Abyss Realm.

"So vast, so... pure... without a trace... of foul air."

She walked onto the shallow beach, stopped her steps, and the water of the Scale Abyss Realm silently surged up, covering her ankles. This clear, mirror-like sea seemed as if someone had spread a distant, beautiful dream before her, waiting for her to step in gradually, yet hoping she would never venture into the depths.

A scroll appeared before Heseryin.

"This is... Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela...?"

It recorded her promise to her.

"Haili Qula, my subject—"

"Since you walked out of the polluted ocean and came under my command, I have seen the abyss in your eyes, the emptiness within your heart."

"Thus, I promise you a brand-new sea domain, regarding Caesar's ambition as a current, and loyalty as firelight."

"Haili Qula, my subject—you have fulfilled your duty of the blade. Now, the divine oracle has declared for my intended path: my conquest is destined never to reach the stars. But Caesar's promise shall not fall short, so accept this memory—the savior's vision, the sea beyond the world."

"This is what Caesar can leave to a subject—the final gift."

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Harry Potter.

"Giving an ocean to Heseryin... truly romantic."

Hermione's gaze joined Heseryin's in looking upon the boundless ancient sea, her voice filled with longing: 'If possible, I truly wish Heseryin could come to the true Scale Abyss Realm together with Caesar—not a sea conjured from pages, but the genuine ancient sea... to watch the tides rise and fall together.'

Actually, from Hermione's perspective as an onlooker, Heseryin's inner void cannot be filled by any sea or freedom; the only thing that can fill her inner void is this cluster of flame that is Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela.

Harry gazed wistfully at Heseryin's lonely back: 'I also hope, but unfortunately this can only be a wish...'

Regardless of whether the next 'Recreation of the World' will be the last, the Iron Tomb will be born. By then, not only will their safety be questionable, but Heseryin's and Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela's electronic signals will also disappear with the birth of the Iron Tomb……

"I'm actually regretting it—I don't know what law this lifetime's Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela has altered—or rather, what law is worth her exchanging her life for?" Ron stuffed a buttered bun into his mouth, chewing and speaking indistinctly: 'If we go to the next reincarnation, will the law that this lifetime's Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela altered still be effective?'

"Probably not effective?" As this topic came up, Harry's face also showed a hint of confusion: 'But... this lifetime's Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela is different from the past thirty million lifetimes; this lifetime she grasps more information about the heavens beyond and the Iron Tomb, and also has the aid of two geniuses and Starlight. These can be considered new pieces on Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela's chessboard... Perhaps she will seize this opportunity to play some moves unlike any before.'

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"... heh."

Heseryin lowered her head, and finally the corner of her mouth curled into a faint smile.

"Long ago, when I was still a fish in the sea, swimming in the water always felt so real."

"But after stepping onto land, I fell into a drama. People on land live wearing masks. So I also donned a costume, trying to find my role. I became your sword, the strings at the banquet..."

"Don't you understand yet? I neither yearn for the deep sea of my homeland, nor long for the vast ocean beyond the heavens."

Heseryin's brows drooped as she gazed at the distant, continually rolling waves, finally letting out an extremely faint sigh.

"Perhaps I myself don't understand either. In the end, I won't know where I should swim. But now, there is only one thing I am quite clear about."

"After all, a fish is a fish—how could it leave the sea that is its home?"

"But whether in the deep sea or on land, you and I, as prisoners unable to escape the cavern... can also look outward from the cavern and gaze upon Starlight."

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At the same time, beyond myth.

"We must admit: in this experiment, the simulation of life's behavior by the Twelve Factors has far exceeded expectations." Zandalar said unhurriedly.

The Black Tower shrugged, gave a crooked smile: 'So, choose for yourself, senior. Either stubbornly persist, letting a mistaken conclusion become your testament... or retreat to the spectator seats, giving yourself, Opherus, and the entire galaxy a better reckoning.'

"Please allow me to refuse. The dead will never fear death."

The smile on the Black Tower's face gradually turned cold: 'Is what I said not clear enough? Don't forget the beloved "Silent Lord"; you also wouldn't want those remaining eight clones to be cut away by her as a lesion of "wisdom," would you?'