Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

Thessia could have chosen to say nothing.


Whether by acknowledging silently or dismissing it outright.


But after bowing her head in contemplative silence, she couldn't help but say, "The modern Holy Grail, contaminated by 'Humanity's Evil,' is theoretically no longer producible."


"So, you thought of this method to bring back a 'pure and uncontaminated' Holy Grail through such a unique approach? Heh, I must say, this idea is a flash of brilliance, worthy of being called 'genius.' No matter the time spent or failures endured to arrive at this concept, its ingenious glow remains unmarred."


Nikola Tesla gave a thumbs-up and did not hesitate to compliment her on this.


Chapter 736: Resonance Between the Illusory and the True Holy Grail (4600 words)_2