Mystery: Chaos Path

“Nonsense! Wouldn't you be angry if you experienced all this? I can only say William I was unlucky, but he was an enemy anyway, so it doesn't matter.” Medici glanced at him, annoyed, almost rolling his eyes.

“True, I might have dragged the world down with me.” Roland nodded understandingly, shook his head while looking at the image in the projection, then put his hands together in a praying gesture with a serious expression, and said: “I hope William I is okay.”

“Heh!” Medici chuckled unkindly at his “crocodile tears.” His gaze returned to the War Angel in the projection, and suddenly he seemed a little lost in thought.

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That was a younger version of Him, a version of Him still full of vigor. The War Angel back then had not yet experienced everything that would follow, no unwilling death, no forced union with two annoying fellows, and no spending half his life trapped in that desperate underground structure.

But Medici knew clearly that all of this was temporary, and it wouldn't be long before He would fall from the sky and plunge into the bottomless abyss.

It's hard to say what Medici was feeling at this moment.

Medici just silently watched the War Angel in the projection, who was beating William I without any chance of fighting back. He suddenly turned his head to look at Roland and asked, “Are you really not afraid that He will change history after knowing these things?”

“What am I afraid of?” Roland looked at him in confusion, then smiled and said, “Medici, have you forgotten? I said long ago that I welcome you to change history, it's just a pity that no one can do what I expect.”

“Sigh…” Roland sighed at this point, then continued: “I'm also very curious about what will happen after such an important historical node is changed.”

Medici stared at Him, and after confirming that the expectation in Roland's eyes was not fake, he sneered and said, “...You madman, you really haven't changed at all.”

He knew that Roland was genuinely looking forward to it, even if no one could predict whether changing an important node in the past would bring a catastrophe.

“Thank you for the compliment.” Roland replied with a smile, then looked at Medici again and said, “Aren't you looking forward to it?”

Was he looking forward to it?

Medici gritted his teeth. He stared at the War Angel fighting the Hand of Order, without answering Roland's question.

Because Medici didn't know the answer to this question.

Of course, he hoped to change the fallen past, but Medici also had a doubt in his heart. He didn't know what the world would become if he really changed the fact of the past's fall.

It's ridiculous to say that he is an angel and mythical creature who shouldn't care about the life and death of humans, but perhaps because he has followed the Creator for too long, Medici does have a love for this world and for humans that he himself finds a little ridiculous.

This love is usually non-existent, but it always suddenly pops up when the survival of the world is involved, making Medici annoyed by it.

“But you can't abandon it. How pathetic, Little Red. That past shaped you, shaped you into what you are today. It may not be your nature, but it has already become a part of your instinct.”

Roland spoke at this moment, looking at Medici with a slightly pitying gaze, as if looking at a lost lamb.

“Don't use your tricks on me, I don't need your pity.” Medici sneered, looking at Roland.

“I didn't intend to trick you, just telling the truth.” Roland shrugged and said with a smile: “As for pity…”

Roland paused, then suddenly smiled and said: “It's just normal concern, after all, you are one of the few good friends I have in this world!”

“...How disgusting.” Medici was stunned for a moment, then showed a disgusted expression.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, right, right, right.” Roland nodded perfunctorily, then turned his gaze to the projection and suddenly showed a smile, saying: “Don't worry, although I'm not sure if the past you can change history, but at least I can be sure of one thing.”

“What?” Medici asked subconsciously.

Roland replied with a smile: “Even if the past you really changes history, it won't really cause any catastrophe, you can only affect the fate of those people you directly change. So don't worry, unless the past you directly combines with the Primordial Witch to create the Little Initial Destruction World, otherwise there won't be a big problem.”

Hearing this, Medici was stunned for a moment, instinctively relieved, and then looked at Roland in confusion, saying: “You know?”

“Just a little common sense.” Roland smiled at him and said: “I have been digging into my memories recently. Although I haven't gained much, I have gained a little knowledge.”

Although Roland is not interested in his past as Nyarlathotep, he is very interested in the power of a small Nyarlathotep.

So even if the self-examination is fruitless and no new power is found, Roland will occasionally dig into his memories after discovering his true identity to see if he can dig up something new.

The knowledge about changing history is one of the gains Roland has made from digging into his memories.

Hearing this, Medici instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, then he reacted and said, “Wait, since you know, then you just now…”

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“Just wanted to see your reaction, I didn't expect our great Red Angel to also do the God-loves-the-world thing, it's really surprising.” Roland said with a smile.

“Tch!” Medici's expression became irritable, but upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the Red Angel at this moment seemed to be rarely at a loss. He was silent for a few seconds before saying: “Is it strange?”

“Probably because you don't look like the kind of person who loves the world?” Roland looked at Medici and said with a smile: “I thought you wouldn't care about mortals. Do the proud Red Angel also have those tiny ordinary people in their eyes?”

“What about you?” Medici didn't answer Roland's question. He suddenly sneered, his ruby-like eyes looked at Roland, and said sharply: “You are clearly doing the [God-loves-the-world] thing, but do you love the world?”

“I don't love it!” Roland shook his head generously, looking at Medici with a smile and saying: “I thought you already knew, I never love the world.”

“But you still chose to save them, to save these people you don't love.” Medici was not surprised by Roland's answer.

“Because it's very beneficial to me, and… although I don't love them, just like game players hope to get a good ending, of course I also hope my game has a good ending.”

Roland replied with a smile, paused, and added with a thoughtful expression: “Well, from this perspective, can't it be considered a kind of love?”