The silver plated table knife cuts the pancake, the sounds of meat fiber and plant fiber are almost negligible, but the noise produced by the tableware whenever it hits exquisite ceramics is distracting. Athena, known for her elegance, rarely has such a rude act that makes jingling sounds. Even the emperor could see that she was in a bad mood. If he had been so rude on the dining table when he was young, he would have cursed.

The future is not optimistic, and the emperor does not know what Athena plans for his future. It is certain that the future she foresees is very different from that plan. Although she has always known that her adoptive mother has her own little thoughts, he also knows that Athena is telling the truth and she really cares about him. He can taste the true feelings in the etheric ripples caused by Athena's emotions, just like a snake sticking out its tongue to capture the scent molecules. Perhaps it was because of the long-term relationship, or perhaps because of the plan to give up on himself after she was still in the womb, and Athena began to guide him in another direction.

The noise stopped, and the surroundings became extremely quiet. Even the only slight noise left after passing through double-layer soundproof glass outside the apartment disappeared. The emperor felt a gentle, flashing consciousness enter his brain, gently pushing away the mental protection he had carefully designed and added layers of material on paper before embarking on the road of Austria. He closed his eyes and cooperated to unravel the mazes in the superficial consciousness and the false memory illusions formed by thousands of spells, and embraced it into his arms.

He ignored the cold wind blew from the surface of his skin and accepted that consciousness wholeheartedly.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a world of layers of clouds, towering peaks and floating islands. Soldiers wearing golden Spartan muscles, Colin-style helmets and human-faced armor, holding cold spears and glowing shields, lined up in a square, neatly crossing the wide and straight bridge that depicts the great victory mosaic tiles, and riveted brown cowhide nailed from layer upon layer of shoulders

The armor and skirts hang down, and each neat march will cause it to swing at the same amplitude. At the end of the bridge several kilometers away is a hellish scene. Countless bodies are burned black and cannot distinguish the shape of their birth. Gray-black and toxic smoke continues to rise from the horizon and soars into the sky. The hard soil is soaked by the blood of humans and non-human creatures. Any small low-lying pit will gather a pool of rotten and black old blood.

Smoke and dust mixed with clouds and mist, rubbed, rolling thunder fell from the sky, and wherever they looked, they were scorched earth.

The twisted buildings that grew wildly stretched out into the black sky like towering trees, and sarcastic laughter cast from the clouds, mocking the fate of the losers. Blood overflowed from every dark window, evaporated into bloody clouds on the land melted by weapons, fear, anger, indulgence and many other emotions turned into poisonous snakes trying to climb the emperor's ankle.

"This is the end, the end of you and humanity."

Athena stood on the bridge, the originally pure white mosaic ground was now contaminated by blood and internal organs. Her unwrapped soles gently stepped on the edge of her sharp armor, stepped on the mountain of corpses that were piled up higher and higher, and crossed the desecrated corpse, and was deeply trapped in the wet and internal organs that were blown out, cut, squeezed out of the body. The corrosive greasy smoke squeezed out from the gaps in the flesh, making a sound like sigh. With every step, the turbid blood would drip from the tip of her slender toes. Even so, her movements still looked elegant and light. The pure white pleated skirt brushed past the blood lake like mist on the lake in the early morning without any pollution.

The luminous giant metal stars fell from the sky, and the wreckage hit the ground with the heat rubbing against the atmosphere, shaking up dust and flattening the mountains. "This is only one of a million battlefields." She said to the emperor beside her, "Fighting is taking place everywhere, and the enemy behind the curtain finally won the victory. Even my father, Zeus, who calls himself a god, will slaughter in such a battle. No rational existence can win, and the entire Milky Way will turn into ruins and a place of terror, and heat will eventually descend into this universe."

He didn't see the enemy, to be precise, he just didn't see it now.

He knew what was going on here, who the enemy was, and also knew that what he saw was not a real scene that actually happened in the material universe, but a weird thing that could not be understood by common sense. He had stepped into the silver stone gate of Paiditti and had seen the horror inside, but had read the relevant description in ancient books of Kamataj long before he did this.

There is nothing in the Aether Ocean. Perhaps it is just the suicide idea that an artist uses banned drugs, the malice of a person who is in desperate situation breaking through social moral norms, the fleeting jealousy and anger between a man and a woman, the desperate bets and prayers of an adventurer, and the lie that makes the liar complacent can all open his fangs to swallow the soul that gave birth to these ideas. The reason why the emperor could see things in common sense was entirely because this was a metaphorical portrait displayed by the Aether Ocean and Athena, a picture that Athena used to salvage and interpret from the Aether Ocean. Everything is a metaphor, a reference, not a real picture.

Even if it is interpreted through a sorting, counterintuitive and contrary to common sense, it still shows itself in inconspicuous details, or scattering contrary to the principles of optical, abnormal gravity, or smoked ice, everything is prompting the observer that it is not reality. If an ordinary fortune teller or dream interpreter accepts the ripples formed by such a general dimension reflection, it may still cost the brain to burn or completely fall into madness to interpret it. In this vast ocean, there is a little bit of a daze and thought.

The fragments of the dimensional are intercepted and transformed into reality—or symbols, gestures, singing, or limbs. What those who are not mentally strong see are even more terrifying. Any projected rational gap will be absorbed and infinitely magnified and irresistible things will be born. His soul is tough enough, and the existence behind the curtain roars at him. He stepped forward without fear and stomped on the slippery and cold malicious entity under his feet, causing the increasingly fragile predators to escape after the increasingly fragile curtain, melting in the sun like a ghost.

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The giant beast with several horns came from the horizon, smoking all over his body. It was not until this moment that he found himself wearing armor cast by a spiritual protection spell. To be precise, it was power armor. The surface of the golden armor was covered with layers of runes, which was his spiritual protection spell. The close-fitting soft sealed part and cable can be intuitively understood as the underlying thinking maze cast by logical programs. Even if he encounters an irresistible mental impact, it can leave him time to react to resist.

"I don't want to get to this point." Athena lowered her eyes, her smooth blonde hair hanging from her ears. She stood on the pile of corpses and reached out to the emperor, who tacitly stretched out her arms to wrap her slender waist, letting her sit on her arm, and pressed her palms on her flat belly to prevent her from falling backwards. She was light and had little weight to say, and she raised her slender legs like she was sitting on a swing. "This ending is a failure for everyone. You have to make a choice."

"Death!" The snake-like giant beast screamed.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and ash, and he could smell the blood scent of the genetically modified warrior filled with high concentration of iron. The madness of many hidden objects was revealed, and the shocking reality and horror did not hit his spirit. He watched coldly as the mountain-like giant beast dragged its claws over everything, crushing the soil formed by metaphors and references. Athena jumped off his arm, hugged his neck and kissed his cheeks gently.
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