Chapter 317: He Really Is

Another day.

Wil City was bustling with people, making it the liveliest city in the vicinity. Xu Zhi continued to speak in the bar, narrating the next part of history. He had reached the twilight years of the Alchemist Emperor, his legendary escape, and how he lived a second life, rising again.

"He returned, still a young man!" In the bar, many people had already envisioned the scenes, their hearts deeply shaken.

"The majestic Alchemist Emperor, whose true form was a mere slime?! Unbelievable!"

"Yes, to reach the pinnacle of power as the weakest Tier 1 monster – that was his promise to the seven little witches, a man's promise! He fought for it and ultimately achieved an unattainable dream."

"It's hard to imagine the difficulties and setbacks he endured throughout his long history."

"The Alchemist Emperor was the most devoted; he didn't seek godhood, but merely waited in the mortal world for their return."

Another day passed, and the narrative reached the Alchemist Emperor's death in old age.

In the 804th year of the Babylonian Kingdom, it was the fall of an era, the most tragic year. Powerful individuals from all wizarding schools, regardless of whether they were friends or foes, silently raised their glasses. Even Emperor Medusa was filled with emotion. At that time, countless schemers and usurpers existed within the kingdom, yet during the hundred-day funeral rites, no one dared to disturb or intervene. They quietly waited for the Alchemist Emperor's burial, and even Medusa chose not to act. They honored this great emperor and would not interfere with his burial.

The weight of history pressed upon them.

Someone choked up, "The 804th year of the Babylonian Kingdom – that was the year of legend! They respected this unprecedented Wizard Emperor; his greatness and wisdom laid the foundation for the entire world's glory!"

"What left the deepest impression on me was that one line: 'Wizards represent the pursuit and exploration of truth; give me endless knowledge, and I can move the entire world!'"

They had been waiting for this part of history for a very long time, even risking their lives. These quasi-emperors eagerly anticipated the truth of history, longing to trace back to ancient times and uncover the thousand-year empire that once stood on this land. They were like avid readers desperately following a serialized story, their endless anticipation at this moment transforming into a sweet, exhilarating wine! They wished they could drink it all in one gulp! It was simply exhilarating!

What if they were killed for knowing the truth of history? For a moment, this irrational thought even crossed their minds. The true narrative of history held a fatal allure for many.

However, they then frowned slightly, and someone couldn't help but ask:

"When the Alchemist Emperor died, the God of Wisdom reappeared in history to bid him farewell."

"Yes, it's miraculous and so mysterious how he appears throughout history."

"How ancient is the God of Wisdom, Hermes? He travels through time, weaving through the footsteps of history, witnessing the great eras of many heroes. But since the Potion Era, he has completely vanished."

"Our Potion Era has lasted for a thousand years, with no trace of his appearance."

"Will Emperor Messiah then reveal the true historical mystery of the most enigmatic God of Wisdom, Mercury?"

They discussed among themselves, their eyes burning with renewed anticipation. They had grown to love their leisurely time in the bar, drinking and listening to tales of ancient times. It was relaxing, peaceful, and war-free, as if they themselves had become ancient wizards pursuing truth, constantly seeking knowledge.

"At the end of your narration, could you please tell us," someone asked, "the true secret of the God of Wisdom, Mercury, and the Land of Gods?"

Xu Zhi merely smiled.

"How can I tell you? Should I follow Armin and Medusa's wild conjectures?" Xu Zhi shook his head. He knew that fictionalizing was not fabricating, and adapting was not distorting. He intended to narrate true history, not baseless fabrications, so he naturally skipped this aspect.

However, Xu Zhi's smile, in their eyes, became enigmatic, seeming to hint at something yet to come.

Xu Zhi finished speaking, leaving the crowd to exchange puzzled glances. "Tomorrow, Babylonian Mythology, Chapter 17: The Era of Evil Gods."

Over the next few days, Xu Zhi calmly narrated the Cthulhu Evil God Era. This was an era of godhood, yet also an era of the wizards' downfall, nearing the end of Xu Zhi's historical recounting. He spoke very meticulously and thoroughly.

He considered himself a bard by passion, spurred by a whim to narrate history in this bar. Yet, he narrated happily, and the audience listened with great pleasure. These quasi-emperors, having lived for centuries, had by now completely let go of their anxiety and desire for strength, relaxing into a state of immense ease and joy.

These days were quite pleasant.

Xu Zhi found this journey very interesting.

The story continued, and gradually, people felt the tragedy of that era, its decline, and even the willingness to face death, to voluntarily sacrifice their lives. Finally, when the narrative reached Armin, the heroic warrior's arduous struggle brought emotions to a peak.

Countless people shed tears. "They're dead! Waaah! They're all dead! Emeli, the King of the Orcs! Circe, the Ancestor of the Three Witches! Charlotte, who pursued friendship her entire life!"

"History will remember that era. The ancient wizards who pursued truth paved the way for the underworld for us, their descendants. Wizard civilization gathered the accumulated dead over a millennium, countless lost lives, into one being, all just to allow one person to become a god!"

Someone wept bitterly, as if witnessing the millennium-long history of humanity's praise.

Xu Zhi spoke calmly, as if also reminiscing, delivering the final words of this era to bring it to a close: "Ultimately, Armin achieved godhood, defeating the Cthulhu Evil God. Medusa acquired the Blood of Immortality, seized the body of the Cthulhu Evil God, and transformed into the Origin Demon God, Medusa!"

Those around them looked utterly shocked. This was the true history. Throughout the city, in inns, bars, and houses, powerful individuals who heard this revelation became utterly aghast, their expressions changing drastically, filled with extreme complexity and panic.

"This is the true origin of the Origin Demon God!" Countless people throughout Wil City, powerful figures among them, were shaken.

But then, if he were to continue narrating the history of the current rulers, given Medusa's personality, what might happen to this Emperor Messiah...?

Xu Zhi spoke calmly, intending to complete this journey from beginning to end: "Tomorrow, I will narrate the final part of history, which also symbolizes the end of my time here—Chapter One of the Potion Era: Messiah."

"That is my era."

The crowd looked at Emperor Messiah, their faces trembling instantly.

After endless deliberation, an uncontrollable thought burst forth:

"Who exactly is Emperor Messiah?!"