Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1031 - 742: Fate Coin_2

"Not a single one." She repeated again.

"Alright, shall we talk about your matters now?"

"That is, the reason Olivia sent you here."

"Genius or madman?"

"A guy who claims to be the world."

"From my past experience, many of the upcoming steps actually hold little meaning; going mad is almost certain. What we need to consider now is how to save you?"

"At least provide me with some standards, right?"

Roger calmly asked.

"There are no standards. Attempting to control power far beyond one’s limits will only result in soul chaos and madness."

"What you saw in that mirror wasn’t you, but an interference in the Soul Realm. However, the outcome is already set; your self-awareness is formed unless you have the courage to break through yourself and shatter everything you currently have."

"Then start anew."

"That sounds no different from killing me."

Roger chuckled, yet there was little change in the expression in his eyes.

"Because no matter what you say, even if you put the so-called result in front of me, I won’t believe it."

"What a strange fellow."

The old woman chuckled, "In that case, let us officially start the test."

With hands clasped together, the utensils on the table vanished in an instant, "I hope you can ignite the Soul Fire and achieve Resonance."

"You are now in the Soul Realm, and what used to be simple will change here."

"What you need to do is place your hand, burning with Soul Power, here. Leave the rest to me."

Intricate patterns emerged on the smooth table surface. The old woman smiled kindly, but Roger sat there expressionless.

It was only after a long time that he asked, "What should I call you?"

"I told you, names don’t matter, because this is the last time we will meet."

"What should I call you?" Roger repeated.

"Why so stubborn?"

"A name is just a label; you can call me whatever you wish."

"Anything?"

Roger showed a faint smile, "If it were the old me, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few unique names, but now I’m no longer in the mood."

"Where is Olivia?"

"And who exactly are you?"

He pressed on.

"You really are mad, an incurable fellow. Our conversation is over. Go back; I will pass the final result to Olivia."

"You’ve missed the only chance to save yourself."

With that, she pointed to a wooden door at the end of the room.

"Leave!"

But Roger didn’t get up. He glanced around, seemingly trying to find something unusual.

Just then, everything before his eyes spread like ink soaked in water, enveloping him in a familiar feeling.

In the next moment, he found himself back in the center of the room.

Plain décor, the crackling sound of burning wood, through the nearby window, one could see the distant blue sky and sea.

A gentle breeze blew, and then Roger saw the figure busy before the stove.

A green coat, a frail body.

The arrangement in the room, the actions of the figure, even the angle of the light was precisely the same.

As if time had rewound, he returned to the state he was in just entering the room.

"What’s going on?"

"Is this that woman’s special ability?"

Roger felt a surge of confusion.

"But what does she gain by doing this?"

"No... Could it be that I am immune to her special ability?"

"If time fell into a short loop, then someone with this ability could almost touch the limits of their power within this temporal anomaly."

"To find the so-called optimal solution!"

"But why?"

"Why me?"

In a flash of thought, dozens of ideas raced through Roger’s mind.

"What should I do next?"

Should I pretend nothing happened and follow the pre-established script, or should I remain unchanged and only adjust when the other party makes a move?

But a person’s behavior is completely random. When the same thing happens again, it might lead to different outcomes due to the influence of probability...

If that’s the case, how should I choose?

"He is setting the tea set, and next... after three seconds, she will turn around."

Roger silently calculated the time, but just when his focus was extremely intense, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"How did you get ahead of me?"

Roger’s expression changed sharply, but he quickly regained his composure and slowly turned his head.

Olivia.

Behind him was Olivia, who had entered the green Light Gate ahead of him.

"How could she be here?"

"Isn’t this a time loop?"

But why is the surrounding scene, the lighting, even the woman’s movements, exactly the same as before?

Is it a shared disguise by the two of them?

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"Same scene, but in these two instances, the direction my body is facing is completely opposite."

Roger’s mind was in chaos, but he still managed a smile and did not explain anything.

Sure enough, Olivia did not question further and walked past Roger directly to the furnace area.

"Teacher, Roger is here."

"Let’s sit together."

A gentle yet not aged voice sounded.

The woman turned her head, and Roger could see her face clearly.

With just a glance, he casually lowered his head and quickly walked to the seat near the furnace.

The emerald green liquid was poured into the cup, but this time, there were three empty cups placed on the table.

Olivia showed a hint of joy, eagerly picking up the cup and downing the liquid inside.

"Every time I come here, what I look forward to the most is this moment. You’re quite generous today, pouring almost half."

After a while, she noticed Roger hadn’t touched the cup on the table, "Aren’t you going to try?"

"Or do you think something has been added to it?"

Olivia frowned, and anyone could hear the emotion in her words.

But Roger remained unmoved; he just smiled and casually explained, "A qualified Alchemist never tastes anything without knowing its properties."

"No matter the time or place, everything we do requires complete data support."

"Are you sure you’re not drinking?"

Roger nodded.

"Then it’s mine." Olivia unceremoniously picked up the cup in front of Roger and drank it all.

Her movements were fast, seemingly afraid someone might stop her.

"I’ll tell you what’s in it when we get back."

"Trust me, this is, by far, the worst decision you’ve made."

"The teacher rarely has guests, and you probably won’t have another chance to visit, so you’ve missed a world."

"Alright, let’s get to it, we should solve the issue with Mr. Roger as quickly as possible. After all, the longer you stay in this place, the more boring it gets."

"Finishing it quickly would be beneficial for you all."

"Comparatively, I prefer the answer that is beneficial, with clear logic and firm belief. If Alchemy is his everything, he might as well exaggerate and call himself the world."

The same appearance, but the tone seems subtly different. Roger’s attention was focused, trying hard not to reveal any flaws.

"What should I do?"

"Or, what is the so-called standard?"

Roger asked again.

"It’s simple, you don’t need to do anything; just stay in this room for three days."

"Those madmen are misled by wrong information from the mirror, and these errors come from the dark side of the Soul Realm, constantly corroding your soul."

"But because they are not from the heart but external interference, as long as you isolate the connection between them, you can find clues in a short time."

"So you don’t need to do anything, stay here and patiently wait, time will give us the answer."

"It seems simple, I have confidence in myself."

Roger said casually, then posed a question he had prepared for a long time in an unconcerned manner.

"Then, how should I address you?"

"You can call me by my name, Tristramy." The old woman smiled.

"Certainly, you can also follow the so-called rules and call me by the title I acquired entering the Fifth Tier."

"Fate Coin."

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