Chapter 628: Who Was the First Transmigrator?

Chapter 628: Who Was the First Transmigrator?

Yes, there's no going back.

Russell's melancholic expression carried a hint of mockery.

Because this is the very planet where they once lived—this is Earth.

He only realized this truth after he landed on the moon.

The reason he was tainted by the Fallen Mother Goddess was also related to this truth.

When he learned the truth, he was on the brink of a mental breakdown, which was the direct reason the Fallen Mother Goddess could corrupt him.

For this truth, he spent the latter half of his life hiding like a sewer rat in a tomb for hundreds of years.

"You are luckier than I am," Russell patted Klein's shoulder. "The Sefirah Castle is a good thing, but it can also become a burden. I'm sure you've realized this yourself."

"You gain something, you must lose something," Klein said with a gentle smile. "I should be grateful for its appearance; otherwise, I would have died in the distant past and wouldn't be here chatting with a fellow countryman like you."

"That's right, you should maintain this mindset. If you keep blaming others and hesitating, they will take advantage of it," Russell encouraged. "This is a rare adventure that many people dream of, even I am envious."

"If you could have entered the Sefirah Castle back then, perhaps the outcome would have been different."

Russell thought seriously and shook his head, "No, if I had entered the Sefirah Castle back then, the situation might have been worse."

If the Fallen Mother Goddess had used him to obtain the Sefirah Castle, the apocalypse would have arrived in his era.

Moreover, the consciousness of the Lord of Mysteries was likely stronger back then. When he ascended to Sequence 0, the Lord of Mysteries would definitely awaken and seize control of his body.

In that case, his fate would be even more miserable than now.

"Everything is the best arrangement," Russell smiled.

After chatting for a while, Klein frowned slightly and asked, "The pollution in your body now?"

"The Stars used His authority to suppress it, allowing me to walk out of the tomb and freely under the sun."

"The Stars have helped me a lot on my path of growth."

"Even though I don't like His relationship with my daughter, He indeed has done me a great favor."

Russell looked up at the starry sky, seemingly seeing a grand ancient palace in the brilliant stars, with an unfathomable figure sitting inside.

Klein also looked up, admiring the starry sky for a while, and then said with a smile, "Actually, you don't need to worry so much. The Stars, no, I should say Mr. Hastur, already has a girl he likes."

"Hah, just because he likes someone doesn't mean he can't like other women?" Russell's face turned cold. "As a man, I know exactly what they're thinking. They're all greedy!"

"…"

Klein didn't know what to say for a moment, after all, the person next to him was a notorious playboy king in this regard!

He indeed understands men better than I do... though that doesn't sound like a compliment.

As his thoughts wandered, Klein remembered that Russell's diary once mentioned that young Russell was almost taken advantage of by a male noble?

"You don't believe what I'm saying?" Russell raised his voice slightly. "You seem like the innocent type. After all these years in this world, have you even held a girl's hand?"

Just as Klein was about to answer that he had, Russell added, "Social etiquette doesn't count. I mean between a man and a woman, out of budding love."

"…"

Klein remained silent, and seeing Russell's increasingly strange expression, he coughed lightly and said, "I'm not like you; I'm not interested in men."

Russell's mouth twitched, "I'm not interested in men either!"

"Aren't most witches transformed from men?"

"…" Russell was stunned for a moment, then covered his face with his hand and sighed, "I only found out about this later, and I regret it."

Tsk, with your preferences, you'd probably find it even more exciting. Otherwise, you could have just erased the diary entries.

Klein silently mocked in his heart, not wanting to discuss these messy things with Russell anymore, and instead talked about Russell's life.

Although he had seen the general journey of Russell's life from his diary, the entries were not continuous, and many things were not mentioned.

"The technological level back then was nothing like now; it was terrible. Fortunately, my reincarnation skills weren't bad. No matter how bad the original owner was, he was still a noble…"

Russell quickly fell into reminiscing and roughly recounted his experiences to Klein.

"What about you? How long have you been in this world?"

"Almost three years," Klein replied. "My story isn't as colorful as yours. Apart from some adventure stories, everything else is quite mundane."

Klein briefly shared his experiences, "Mr. Hastur arrived six months before me, and his starting point was also as a noble, in Backlund…"

"Wait, did you just say Hastur arrived only six months before you?"

"Is there a problem?"

Russell's expression changed slightly, hesitated, glanced at the starry sky above, and finally shook his head, "Nothing, I just think you two are really fated."

"Indeed, very fated. I hadn't been in Tingen City long before I went to Backlund and met Mr. Hastur."

"Hastur, what a well-chosen name. It's a wonder he's survived until now," Russell chuckled, his expression unclear.

"Everything is the best arrangement. I believe Mr. Hastur is the same."

"Hopefully."

Russell nodded and then curiously asked, "What year did you transmigrate?"

"What about you?"

Klein's counter-question left Russell momentarily stunned. After exchanging a glance with Klein, he naturally didn't bring up the matter again.

"Sigh, I've been out a bit long tonight. My precious daughter must be staying up waiting for me to return. I'll come back to chat with you tomorrow."

"Maybe she's already asleep."

"No way," Russell said confidently. "Today is the first day of our father-daughter reunion. She must be waiting with excitement."

Klein felt that the Bernadette Russell spoke of was still stuck in a childlike stage.

After watching Russell leave, Klein looked up at the starry sky.

He knew the Stars were watching here and knew that Russell's words earlier were somewhat concealed because of the Stars.

Russell had been gone for over two hundred years, during which no other transmigrators appeared, yet Mr. Hastur was born only six months before him. There must be a different reason.

"Good night, Mr. Hastur."

Klein smiled and nodded, then a paper figure burned, turning into a pile of ashes and scattering away.

No matter what, he was willing to believe in Mr. Hastur's goodwill.

Back in the castle, Russell initially stayed reserved in his room, waiting for his precious daughter to come for a long chat, but ultimately waited in vain.

He went out to inquire with Sefirah Castle and was told that his daughter had long since fallen asleep and that anything could be discussed tomorrow.

"Sigh…"

Russell sighed deeply and returned to his room.

Sleepless that night, he lay in bed, recalling his conversation with Klein.

He firmly believed that his fellow countryman wasn't lying to him, but he always doubted whether the Stars were transmigrators like them.

The answer he got from the Stars was that an ancient one had witnessed the end of their era.

The answer from Klein was that the Stars were transmigrators like them, born from the light gate of the Sefirah Castle.

Klein wouldn't deceive him on this matter, so the only one lying could be the Stars.

Given his understanding of the Sefirah Castle, Hastur couldn't have arrived six months before Klein, because the Sefirah Castle follows the program set by the Lord of Mysteries and wouldn't make such an error.

Unless there was a significant external influence, but the only force capable of affecting something like the Sefirah Castle in this initial barrier's reality would be God.

Yet God hadn't awakened at that time, so how could He influence the Sefirah Castle?

When Klein mentioned that there were three transmigrators born from the light gate of the Sefirah Castle, Russell realized he wasn't the first transmigrator; there was one before him!

If he hadn't known that God had awakened within the ancient Sun God, he would have thought the ancient Sun God was the earliest transmigrator.

Because during his growth, he seemed to feel a kind of guidance from the darkness, faint yet real.

Who could be the earliest transmigrator on the Sefirah Castle?

Russell lay on the large bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering the potential suspects.

Famous historical figures… Father of Linguistics, Hermes?

Impossible, that old guy definitely wasn't a transmigrator.

The elves who once learned to use chopsticks?

Easily crushed by the ancient Sun God, doesn't seem likely either.

The eight angel kings under the ancient Sun God, the four emperors of the War of the Four Emperors…

Steam?

Heh, that guy is just lucky. With such low intelligence, how could there be such a foolish transmigrator?

Russell thought through a list but couldn't figure out who the earliest transmigrator was. Perhaps they were still hidden in the shadows, or maybe they had already perished without leaving a mark in history.