Chapter 412: Traveler (Bonus for 200 Monthly Votes)

A nearly new Mini rifle was stroked by a brownish-black hand as if it were a lover, skillfully disassembling and reassembling various parts, loading bullets...

After a dazzling series of operations, it arrived in the hands of a South Innis lad with thick lips, short hair, and a rather handsome appearance, who aimed it at a target not far away and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The bullet hit the bullseye directly.

"Well done!"

Beside him, a young girl with skin as fair and delicate as ivory and exquisite features, looking like a doll, smiled and clapped: "Sharuke, your marksmanship is getting better and better."

Aaron came to Keni's side and, using the perspective of an 'Expert of All Histories', carefully observed this lady.

Sharuke was a backbone of the 'Yenni Sect' of the Resistance Army, and this time, having received news that the 'Makuer Faction' had fallen and some people were preparing to go deep into the rainforest to dig for treasure, he was preparing to come and pick up a bargain.

This 'Miss Keni' was someone Sharuke had picked up from the roadside during a mission, and her background was very mysterious.

This 'Miss Keni' was a 'Craftsman' of the 'Light' pathway, so repairing some firearms was naturally a trivial matter for her.

Aaron was dressed in an adventurer's outfit, wearing a hat, carrying a backpack, and holding a specialized field shovel in his hand.

Sharuke's face was somewhat dejected: "This requires money, a lot of money, and it also requires the Native States to unite, put aside their prejudices, and even learn from the white people... The 'Makuer Faction's' propositions are too extreme... To achieve this goal, we need to obtain the treasure of Kukulkan! Let it be used correctly, instead of letting those 'Kumar Faction' people waste it!"

Aaron saw a scene of 'Keni' wearing a dirty, strange military uniform, hiding in a trench facing heavy artillery bombardment...

Because this Miss Keni was only 1.5 meters tall, a full two heads shorter than the tall and handsome Sharuke...

Sharuke stood in front of Miss Keni and thanked her sincerely, but the two looked extremely mismatched.

But judging from Miss Keni's undisguised resentment toward Invis, she should not be from that kingdom.

Inside the light sphere, unknown insects were wriggling.

While taking the rice wrapped in banana leaves, he looked at Keni somewhat strangely: "Little Keni, I haven't asked you yet, you aren't from Invis, are you? Then are you from the Romani Principality, or are you Tiesage?"

This was a full set of equipment he had purchased to satisfy his interest in field exploration.

In another layer of historical imagery, he saw the other party dressed like a princess, singing loudly on a stage...

At this moment, he was using the 'Philosopher's' Cognitive Tampering ability to visit around the camp.

"Don't worry, this is your home."

In the perspective of 'All Histories', layer after layer of History Mist dissipated from Miss Keni, turning into completely different scenes.

Sharuke grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

The production of a modern rifle requires the support of an entire military-industrial industry.

Sharuke gently pressed his palm on top of Keni's head, making the girl show an expression like a kitten being petted: "I will always treat you as my little sister."

Therefore, the 'Law of Accident' was unique to Aaron alone!

Because the 'Philosopher's' Cognitive Tampering could still be maintained for a period of time, the layer of interference on him did not dissipate, and thus it did not attract vigilance or exclamations.

This was a realm that only a 'Spirit of Falsehood' could involve!

Keni lowered her head, kicking the pebbles on the ground with her small leather boots: "I... have no home."

'Why is it that only she gives me such a different feeling?'

However, the other party had never said much, so he did not inquire further.

In his eyes, around the body of this 'Miss Keni', there was a circle of ripples like water, which had a slight disharmony with the River of Fate.

After involving himself in such a realm, he could keenly discover the ripples of someone's fate, and could even obtain fragments of inspiration without divination.

"As for me..."

'Is this the perspective of an 'Expert of All Histories'? Each person may possess a different fate in different histories?'

His gaze could not help but focus on the sulking Keni, his expression gradually becoming solemn: "A person of disharmonious fate!"

The two walked back to the camp together and arrived at the dining area.

Aaron continued to look at Miss Keni; the History Mist lingering on her became increasingly thick, and countless light spheres were born from within it, as if each light sphere represented a possibility of history.

However, this was not a purely scientific world.

Fate!

Sharuke put down his gun and shook his head: "This is all thanks to you, Miss Keni, otherwise we would never have been able to repair these captured spoils of war."

Theoretically speaking, indigenous tribes without any foundation in technology and craftsmanship are fundamentally unable to mass-produce and repair rifles.

'And the 'Expert of All Histories' studies the changes of all histories, and only they can see different historical scenes and perceive the disharmony of history...'

"I believe in you, you will definitely be able to achieve all of this." Keni raised her small fist: "I will also accompany you to fight against the Evil Domain of Invis!"

'In the Mortal World, I am the only one who can see this ripple of fate at a glance, right?'

"This is what I should do." Keni was dressed quite boyishly, but her gaze became soft when she looked at Sharuke.

Moreover, the other party was enthusiastic, kind, generous, and cheerful, and very actively helped the colonial natives resist tyranny; it had to be said that Sharuke liked the other party a little.

When Keni and Sharuke were playing around, they did not notice that among the surrounding onlookers, there was actually one more person!

Eventually, these light spheres converged together, forming a somewhat illusory 'Invisible Gate'!

Countless histories, countless possibilities, everything flowed within the gate.

Aaron thought for a moment, and the Spirituality within his body transformed, becoming the Spirituality of 'Mystery'!

At this moment, he was the Fifth Primordial Substance of the pure 'Mystery' path, half a 'Gatekeeper'!

'The 'Gatekeeper' guards the 'Gate of Multiple Histories'!'

Slap!

The next moment, Keni's fur stood on end, and she kicked Sharuke hard on the calf, making the big fool jump around incessantly.

The surrounding Resistance Army members were long used to this, each showing a strange smile on their faces, watching the show from the side.

"But... we only have a few 'Craftsmen'. If we want to revive the entire South Innis, we must introduce white people's science, build steel mills, smelters, and production lines... only then can we continuously produce firearms, cannons, and warships!"

However, before Masei the undercover agent sent word, he discovered another Resistance Army camp.

"This is the perspective of a Gatekeeper... Keni once passed through the Gate of Multiple Histories! She is not from this history of mine; she comes from a different history!"

In Aaron's mind, a conclusion suddenly emerged.

(End of this chapter)