A Father's Redemption! (update)

"Please, don't let it be another letter from that narcissistic blond guy!"

Link prayed silently as he opened the new message.

As soon as the letter appeared, a line of text caught his eye.

**[First, let me praise and acknowledge the technology you possess!

After receiving your letter, I conducted multiple tests on myself—hallucinogens, mushroom spores, pollutants—anything I could think of. None showed any signs of external influence.

I have great confidence in my own expertise, but this is the first time I've encountered something my knowledge cannot explain.

Since my tests revealed nothing, I'll make the boldest assumption from a scientist's perspective—this truly is a letter from another timeline.

Child, since you've reached out to someone like me from another timeline, you must be in trouble.

I've heard of Silco—a pioneer who fought for my homeland, Zaun, and died on the Night of Ashes.

I hear there are still young people in my homeland who honor his memory.

As for Jinx, I'm sorry, but I left Zaun too early to be familiar with that name.

I've said so much without introducing myself.

I am Dr. Viktor Lee, Singed Viktor Lee.

Currently, I work in the Noxian Alchemical Weapons Division, developing weapons for those war-crazed maniacs.

My greatest achievement once scorched the lands of Ionia, snuffing out the natural spirits of that land.

Haha, don't be afraid, child.

Such "glorious" achievements bring me no comfort, only profound emptiness.

No matter how deeply I delve into science, I cannot save my daughter: Orianna Lee.

I am a successful scientist, but a failed father.

I can create potions that wither life or revive dead wood, but I cannot free my child from the clutches of death.

I have fought, raged, and lamented, but all of it is just the howling of a defeated dog.

On the path to truth, failure is failure—there is no room for excuses.

I don't know if I exist in your world, if there is a Singed Viktor Lee there.

But if you can help me find traces of him, and confirm whether Orianna Lee exists by his side, I am willing to offer you appropriate compensation.

And, if possible, let me see her one more time.]**

[You have received a gift from Singed Viktor Lee: Alchemical Tech Notes (Part 1)]

A manual filled with alchemical knowledge appeared in Link's hands. After flipping through it, his eyes lit up.

"This is like a pillow appearing just as I'm about to fall asleep. I was just worrying about how to improve my physical fitness to match the exoskeleton, and now I've received a letter from another timeline's Singed."

"But—" Link stared at the notes, deep in thought. This Singed's life was completely different from the Singed in his timeline.

He seemed more like the early version of the tech-crazed scientist, but with some elements of the current Singed mixed in.

"Forget it, no use overthinking. I'll reply first."

Link set the manual aside and began drafting a reply to the other timeline's Singed.

**[Thank you for your letter, Dr. Lee.

And thank you for sharing your knowledge—it's incredibly helpful!

Perhaps I should call you 'teacher' (smile).

Regarding the information about Singed Viktor Lee in my timeline, I can provide it to you right now.

The Dr. Lee in my timeline, like you, has suffered the loss of his daughter and views death as a disease, seeking to cure it.

To this end, he developed a drug called Shimmer and used it to study the laws of nature and the limits of life.

In my world, Dr. Lee has built a cradle for his daughter to preserve her body, racing against time to find a way to bring her back.

Perhaps we can collaborate.

I can act as a bridge, connecting you with the Singed Viktor Lee of my world to save Orianna Lee.

This might bring you some comfort and encouragement.

Additionally, I will try to take photos of Orianna Lee in my timeline, though I'll need Dr. Lee's permission to do so.

Finally, I offer you my utmost respect and gratitude for generously sharing your knowledge.]**

After writing, Link read it over before sending it.

With that done, Link sat on his bed and began reading the alchemical tech notes again.

Alchemical tech was similar to chemistry in his previous life—using different equations to create various reactions and produce desired potions.

Body-enhancing potions, high explosives, efficient fuels, strong adhesives, coolants...

As long as you dared to experiment, there was always a potion to meet your needs.

This manual contained numerous alchemical equations and formulas, detailing the pros and cons of each reaction and explaining the principles behind them.

Most importantly, it recorded the thought process of a master in alchemical tech.

By understanding this thought process, Link could master alchemical tech in the shortest time possible.

"Of the three major tech systems in the Twin Cities, I've already mastered two. Only Hextech remains." Link closed the manual for a moment. "From the plot of Arcane Season 2, the birth of Hextech wasn't so much due to Jayce as it was the result of the nearly omnipotent mage Viktor's efforts."

"Mage Viktor traveled through time, seeking a way to change Viktor's fate and the fate of the Twin Cities."

"And he chose Jayce."

"Jayce lived up to his expectations, successfully bringing Hextech into existence."

"But—" Link sighed. "On the path to greatness, people often forget their original intentions, abandon their ideals, and become blinded by fame and praise."

"Sigh, it's not yet time to delve into Hextech. I'll focus on the present for now."

Just as Link was about to continue reading the manual, a reply arrived.

Placing the manual on his lap, Link opened the letter.

**['Teacher'—what a wonderful title.

It's been years since I've heard such praise. More often, I'm called a butcher, executioner, or demon.

Haha—

Thank you for sharing the information about the other version of me. Knowing that another me is still fighting for my daughter brings me great comfort, even as I curse this damned fate.

Even in different timelines, my dear Orianna suffers under the curse of death.

So, I earnestly beg you, Link Star.

Please change Orianna Lee's fate, free her from this cursed destiny.

As for me, as for the other me—it doesn't matter what happens to us.

Additionally, regarding the Shimmer you mentioned, it's merely one of my earliest creations.

Though I don't know how far the other me has taken this project, I'm happy to share my research and findings on Shimmer with you.

I'll include it in the attachment.

Finally, I hope you can reach out to the other me in your timeline and give him my research notes on overcoming death.

But before handing them over, make a manual copy—it's safer that way!

Lastly, I wish you all the best. May you never lose your way on the path to truth.]**

[You have received a gift from Singed Viktor Lee: The Book of Shimmer, The Resurrection Project Manual.]

Two hefty tomes landed in Link's hands, making his arms sink under their weight.

"Such massive books!" Link grimaced as he looked at the two volumes. "Copying these by hand to gain Singed's trust and help won't be easy!"

"Ah well, I'll just build a typewriter first!"