Chapter 978: Correction History Assembly

Correction History Assembly

Reality, an unknown city’s museum.

Yes, that museum—the Director's Conference Room here is where the elite of the Historical School hold the Correction History Assembly.

Despite the head of the Historical School repeatedly insisting this is her personal rest area and forbidding anyone from dirtying the conference room, no one believes her; books are scattered everywhere, papers and screens clutter the space into chaos.

Here, the Historical School’s elite compile historical records into volumes and cross-check every line of text into coherent chapters—this is, in fact, the largest self-organized intelligence hub in the game, and every attendee here is none other than a Vice-Chair of the Historical School.

At this moment, Sun Miao sat at the first seat on the left end of the long table, scribbling furiously, while the other six seats—aside from the Chair at the center head—were all occupied by members busily at work.

No one could imagine this was how the most serious Historical School convened: they seized every second to record history, only asking others’ opinions when discussion was necessary.

After a long silence, Sun Miao paused his writing, lifted his nostrils, and looked toward Zhen Xin:

“A new piece of intelligence regarding Them has been recently archived; I recommend classifying it as 4S confidentiality level, requiring the Chair’s approval for any discussion in this assembly. Respected Chair, do you permit me to seek further details on this intelligence?”

Zhen Xin leaned back in her chair, fingers tapping the table, and smiled faintly at Sun Miao’s piercing gaze:

“Mr. Sage, organizational procedure isn’t meant to be abbreviated like this. I haven’t even received your latest report—how can I judge whether your so-called 4S secret warrants sharing in this assembly?”

“But since you’re so eager to share, go ahead—others will likely be interested too.”

At once, everyone paused their work, lifting their heads to stare at those prominent nostrils.

Sun Miao ignored Zhen Xin’s sarcasm and delivered his discovery at his usual pace.

“I heard of a new Lesser Deity, belonging to 【Void】, calling himself Foolish Play, who is...”

“The Envoy of 【Deception】.” Before Sun Miao finished, the old man at the far end coughed twice, interrupted him, and tossed a notebook onto the center of the table. “I’ve also heard much about Him and wished to verify these reports with you all.”

“I’ve heard it too.”

“I have it as well.”

“Count me in.”

“+1.”

Instantly, five small notebooks landed together; the six Vice-Chairs exchanged glances, each harboring private thoughts, then turned simultaneously to the Chair at the head—seeing her smile so broadly, they knew she had likely known of this all along.

Zhen Xin made no attempt to conceal it; she shared the information she possessed, then tapped the table and arranged:

“The existence of Foolish Play may be one window into understanding 【Void】. You all know that divine descents occur in sequence—from 【Life】 to 【Chaos】—the traces of four Paths’ faith now blanket the entire Star Fall Continent.”

“But from 【Existence】 onward, such traces have become far fewer—though at least some remain.”

“Yet 【Void】... even I, as a practitioner of 【Void】, know almost nothing of Their faith history. Yet given the ongoing Faith Game, I lean toward the belief that 【Void】 is actively creating history.”

“As for what kind of history They wish to create, deities likely won’t care for mortal curiosity—so we must seek clues in Foolish Play.”

“I’ve received reliable intelligence that Foolish Play is undergoing a ‘Nirvana,’ searching for his mask. This is critical—if we can uncover the mask’s information, or even collect fragments of it, we might, through the principle of exchange, extract truths about 【Void】 from this Lesser Deity.”

“Therefore, our next priority is 【Void】. What do you all think?”

“Not at all.”

“I disagree.”

Before Zhen Xin finished speaking, opposition voices erupted.

The Historical School’s vast scale was not built on Zhen Xin’s absolute control, but on her skillful alliances and balancing acts.

As always, she was exceptionally adept at cooperation—capable of gathering a group of fanatical experts around a shared thirst for knowledge, yet that didn’t make the Historical School a monolith; each Vice-Chair here had his own area of deepest interest.

One Vice-Chair with a shrill voice snorted, shaking his head:

“I advise the Chair to put away those 【Deception】 tricks—not everyone is interested in 【Void】.”

“How can I be sure you’re not using 【Void】 research as a cover to flatter this so-called Foolish Play?”

“Yes, I admit discovering a new Lesser Deity is tempting—but He isn’t my 【Existence】’s Lesser Deity. Compared to chasing meaningless 【Void】, I believe pursuing more 【Existence】-related history benefits the Historical School far more.”

“After all, history is the foundation of our school—divine authority is merely a byproduct of historical study.”

The tone was unfriendly, yet Zhen Xin seemed accustomed to it; she smiled at the 【Existence】 devotee and tilted her head: “Conditions?”

“Ha, don’t assume everyone is so mercenary. Those seated here must have a heart devoted to history, right?”

As he spoke, a chorus of scoffs rose; they had known each other too long to be fooled—this Vice-Chair’s long speech was merely padding for negotiation leverage.

Zhen Xin’s smile faded as she nodded, pondering what to offer in exchange for his support—yet as she thought, Sun Miao suddenly lifted his nostrils and snorted coldly:

“I have some new information regarding 【Dream of the Other】.”

“?”

At Sun Miao’s words, the entire room froze.

Normally, the number-one Vice-Chair never defended their beloved Chair—indeed, he was the one who contradicted her most often at this table.

Of course, the Sage didn’t target Zhen Xin—he targeted everyone.

The shrill-voiced Vice-Chair straightened instantly, eyes flashing with eagerness: “Fresh news! When did the great Sage start consorting with 【Void】? Fine, I agree—hope your intelligence justifies my vote.”

He slapped the table with a laugh, then signed his name on a blank sheet and tossed it before Zhen Xin—signifying he would unconditionally support her mobilizing resources to investigate Foolish Play.

Thus, with Sun Miao’s vote added, the proposal now needed only one more vote to pass.

Yet seeing this, the other three who had previously not opposed the motion suddenly reversed their stance, insisting the matter required further caution.

But how cautious they would be depended entirely on how much the Chair and the Sage were willing to offer.

Zhen Xin tapped the table, her gaze sweeping over everyone, finally settling on Sun Miao, who sat with eyes closed and silent. After a brief pause, she smiled:

“Has the Sage recently encountered our candidate for Vice-Chair?”

“Does this mean you’re suggesting his preliminary review went smoothly?”

“?”

On the last Assembly, Zhen Xin had proposed adding another seat to this table—a proposal that blatantly violated protocol and was rejected 1:6. But now, it seemed there might be a chance?

All eyes turned to Sun Miao, who snorted: “I have no objection.”

“Whoa—”

He had been the fiercest opponent last time—why now suddenly no objection?

The shrill-voiced Vice-Chair’s face darkened, and he snatched back the signed paper.

“Unequal exchanges are disappointing, Sage. Do you have some leverage over that Fate Weaver?”

“Speak up—we might help you.”

Sun Miao didn’t open his eyes, only lifted his nostrils slightly and muttered: “He killed Lin Xi.”

“???”

At these words, everyone was stunned.

Zhen Xin raised an eyebrow, amused: “Did you see it with your own eyes?”

Did I see it with my own eyes?

Of course not.

But does something not happen if I didn’t witness it?

Eliminating Lin Xi, killing Xiao Qi, even forcing back the Envoy Yuge—if I revealed all this, wouldn’t you assume I’m just compromising out of cowardice?

So Sun Miao said no more, only quietly added: “I mentioned your names to him.”

At once, the signed white paper returned to Zhen Xin’s side.

The shrill voice of one Vice-Chair seemed less piercing now.

“The table is long enough to hold more people; staring at the same sour faces grows tiresome. We need fresh blood. I heard Li Jingming didn’t renounce his oath—he fused with it. So 【Existence】 and 【Void】 needn’t always be enemies.”

“What do you all think, fellow Vice-Chairs?”

“...”