Chapter 4090

"Ramreim has an unresolved obsession—... the Ghost Village."

Su Han pointed at Lei Mu and Reim, then continued, "Another reason is that I plan to wander around your world with my sister, the black cat, and the sect leader."

"I see... wait, the Ghost Village?"

Amelia suddenly remembered something, her expression shifting drastically, "You mean... if the Witch of Envy can rewind time, then surely you..."

Yes.

As long as Su Han—or even Ramreim—wishes it, altering past history and erasing all tragedies is effortless.

Amelia recalled her own past, her face changing several times.

She whispered, "I want to join you."

Amelia also suffered unimaginable hardships in childhood.

If possible, she too wanted to reverse that past, to restore life to that... frozen village... to reunite with her parents and family.

After a moment's hesitation, Amelia continued speaking.

With a blush of shame, "That... since you've come to our world, you must already have a thoroughly developed plan."

"It's rude of me to intrude halfway."

"Then let's make an equal exchange."

"Whatever you want, say it freely... no matter..."

"Whether it's points or something else, if I can give it, I'll give it to you."

"No need to be so polite."

Lei Mu said softly.

"Yes, guild members should help each other! Besides, after I upgrade the time machine, it can be used without limit across other worlds."

Reim extended her hand toward Amelia, sincerely, "Young Lady Amelia, come with us."

Amelia stood silent for a long, long time, her eyes filled with emotion as she nodded earnestly.

She extended her hand in return.

"You..."

Puck's expression shifted—relief, doubt, and deep thought all mingled.

Having lived with Amelia so long, Puck knew everything he needed to know... perhaps the Sage and the Knights' group were utterly baffled now... but Puck understood: these people intended to change the past.

Puck let out a long breath and floated into the air, "Very well. Since it's my daughter's wish, I will support it fully."

Zhao Linger's eyes darted around, then suddenly fixed on a corner, "Interesting."

"But by the way, Reinhard, how much longer are you going to hide there?"

"What?"

"Wait, Reinhard?"

"The Sword Saint? Impossible—he's been missing for years! How could he suddenly appear here?"

Disbelieving exclamations rose in the hall.

Especially Julius, once Reinhard's closest friend, stared in shock at the direction Zhao Linger had looked—but found nothing there.

The room fell into brief silence, then many turned to gaze at Zhao Linger in confusion.

Of course, they said nothing further; after all, Zhao Linger stood with Su Han and the others, and their faces had to be respected.

Julius looked torn, just as he was about to risk offending Su Han and the others by asking.

Ripples stirred in the void, and Reinhard, clad in white robes, appeared there.

"Master of the Divine Throne."

Reinhard wore a gentle smile as he bowed to Zhao Linger.

He straightened, paused briefly, then continued, "This is difficult.

After all, we—residents of other dimensions who joined the Divine Throne Space—are forbidden from making major interferences in our own worlds... that was a rule you yourself established."

Reinhard paused, frowning slightly as he studied Zhao Linger, "If so, why did you break your own rule and summon me?"

Su Han watched the scene with interest; as soon as Zhao Linger spoke, he had already activated the guild livestream.

He understood perfectly—after all, when he first entered the From Zero world, he had confirmed that the Sword Saint Reinhard had, under special circumstances, joined the Divine Throne Space.

Now that the Divine Throne Space has a new master, Reinhard's reappearance is perfectly normal. "Though I cannot interfere significantly, I'm not so unreasonable as to forbid you from meeting your friends."

Zhao Linger rubbed her temples, feeling her reputation had been subtly damaged.

"Besides, most of the rules were set by the old master. I merely consider whether to revise them—don't blame me for this."

"I see."

Reinhard's gaze flickered, as if he understood something at that moment.

Julius's questions died in his throat.

He scanned the group before him, eyes shifting, face grave.

He suddenly realized: Reinhard's disappearance was tied to Zhao Linger... and the reason Reinhard had not appeared was likely due to some unspoken constraint... He sighed softly. Though Julius remained furious that Reinhard had vanished without a trace,

he did not publicly challenge them... he silently resolved.

I'll ask privately when I get the chance.

"Then next,"

Su Han ruffled Zhao Linger's hair and turned to Amelia, "Ramreim will take Amelia and change whatever history she wishes."

"As for us, Reinhard will show us around the capital."

Reinhard's eyelids twitched several times as he stared coldly at Su Han and Zhao Linger.

Calm on the surface, his inner shock was beyond words.

This flawless, non-human being... had just ruffled the Divine Throne's hair—and why was the Divine Throne blushing? Reinhard's scalp prickled; even before joining the Divine Throne Space, he had been immensely powerful.

And then he rose all the way, and is now an undisputed high-level combatant in the Main God Space.

Naturally, he also knows many secrets.

He even knows of Zhao Linger's existence.

After all, as the Main God, Zhao Linger was already lofty and remote; fewer than two hundred people in the entire Main God Space had seen or knew of her.

Precisely because he knew so much, Reinhard knew that the Main God had always been renowned in the world for being iron-blooded and utterly ruthless.

Even though compared to the previous, fully mechanized Main God, Zhao Linger had become far more human in many respects, her reputation in the Main God Space could still make babies stop crying.

Such a fearsome god, when facing this perfect youth, could actually sheathe every edge she had, content to be an ordinary-looking little girl..."If this scene were seen by those titans of the Main God Space, their entire worldviews would collapse."

Reinhard murmured inwardly.

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