Wu Tong: "My peerless wisdom, quick—tell me, what should I do next?"
Peerless Wisdom: "Use your peerless power to obliterate all obstacles into dust."
The logic was just that simple.
Even if Wu Tong didn't possess the power to resolve everything in the Honkai world, the hidden trump cards he held ensured he feared no threats.
Moreover, Wu Tong could leave the Honkai world at any time using his "ticket," eliminating any risk to his life.
With such confidence and security, it was only natural for Wu Tong to speak to Otto in such a tone.
Hearing Wu Tong's words, Otto's expression remained unchanged, his face still adorned with a smile.
'It seems he's like the Crimson Sage—a martial artist who isn't particularly adept at using his brain!
Such people are a bit troublesome. Well, I might as well speak directly. Even if it costs me more, as long as I offer absolute benefits, it shouldn't be hard to obtain the Revival Coin from him.
As long as I can revive Kallen, I'm willing to pay any price.'
If the others in the chat group heard Otto's thoughts, they'd likely spit out their drinks in disbelief.
Not adept at strategy? What a joke! If Wu Tong wished, the analytical power of his "Intellect Core" alone could predict every move Otto would make until the moment of his death.
What difference was there between this and an open-book exam?
At this level, even someone who wasn't skilled in strategy could completely outmaneuver their opponent.
It was just that Wu Tong preferred not to rely on wit. Compared to intellectual battles, he favored using absolute force to silence others—and then making them listen to his reasoning.
"Very well. Since you've put it that way, Mr. Wu Tong, I'll cut to the chase," Otto said, dropping all pretense.
The levity in his brow faded, and his smile gradually receded. His emerald-green eyes fixed on Wu Tong with utmost seriousness.
"Given your understanding of me, Mr. Wu Tong, I assume you know what my lifelong pursuit is?"
Wu Tong nodded. Of course he knew—not just him, but everyone in the group knew. Even those present were aware of Otto's deepest wish.
After all, two weeks ago, Fu Hua had personally explained it to Theresa and the others. With the means at their disposal, it was only natural for them to have learned of it.
The reason Wu Tong hadn't brought it up himself was to force Otto to speak first—this way, he could extract greater concessions from him.
And the result was exactly as he'd anticipated. When it came to Kallen's revival, Otto simply couldn't hold back.
Seeing Wu Tong's nod, Otto began to speak, his tone calm and composed, as if oblivious to the mixed reactions around him—disgust, disbelief, and incomprehension.
"I've done many wrongs in my life, but the one I regret most is causing the death of the Holy Maiden Kallen."
"I could accept Kallen dying on the battlefield or passing peacefully of old age. I've imagined those scenarios countless times."
"But what I cannot accept is that Kallen died—indirectly—by my own hand."
"Ever since the Holy Maiden Kallen perished before my eyes over five hundred years ago, I made a vow: my entire existence would be devoted to one purpose."
"That purpose is to revive the Holy Maiden Kallen."
"This world can exist without Otto, without anyone—but it cannot exist without Kallen, the Holy Maiden."
As he spoke, Otto's expression darkened with sorrow and regret. Yet he pressed on:
"In my quest to revive Kallen, I've committed countless sins, even harming countless others along the way."
"Do you know how I felt when I learned from Fu Hua that my plan had succeeded?"
"In that moment, I was so overwhelmed that I nearly rushed to that point in time to witness it with my own eyes."
Otto's voice trembled with emotion.
At that instant, the obsession that had festered in his heart for five centuries surged forth.
No matter the cost, no matter the hardship—Otto cared for none of it. There was only one thing that mattered to him.
And that was—
His plan…
Had truly succeeded!
At that moment, his reunion with Kallen had become a reality.
"Strangely, I even found myself envying the version of me in that timeline."
"After learning of the future from Fu Hua, I initially believed that as long as I followed my plan, Kallen would be revived—and I could finally exit this stage."
Here, Otto suddenly laughed, his excitement palpable, like a drowning man clutching at his last lifeline.
"But then, Fu Hua told me of the so-called Dimensional Chat Group, the Infinite Void, the myriad worlds… and the miraculous Revival Coin."
"Do you have any idea how elated I was upon hearing this news?"
Without waiting for Wu Tong's response, Otto continued, his voice thick with emotion.
"The world allows consciousness to inhabit new vessels, but it forbids vessels from gathering scattered consciousness."
"That's what I once believed…"
"But the Revival Coin defies this law. Then again, how could the rules of one world bind another?"
Otto chuckled self-deprecatingly, as if mocking the futility of his lifelong struggle when other worlds offered such simple solutions.
"With the Revival Coin, I can bring Kallen back."
Then, shifting the topic abruptly, Otto locked eyes with Wu Tong, his gaze pleading.
"I admit it—I am a sinner, beyond redemption."
"But I beg you, with all my heart—please trade me a Revival Coin. In exchange, I'm willing to offer everything I have."
This man, who had always been cold and unshaken even as millions perished before him—the supreme overseer of Schicksal—now spoke with a voice choked with sobs, trembling with raw, desperate supplication.
The sight of Otto—usually so inscrutable—laying bare his soul left the room in stunned silence.
Though they couldn't fully empathize with Otto's feelings, none dared interrupt. For all his atrocities, Kallen was innocent, and no one wished to stand in the way of her revival.
Moreover, if Kallen were revived, Otto would devote himself entirely to fighting the Honkai—this much was certain to all present, even Welt Yang, who harbored no doubts.
And they all understood the sheer impact Otto could have if he truly committed to the battle against the Honkai.
At this moment, the reception room was utterly silent, every person waiting for Wu Tong's reply.
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