As he spoke...
The flames in the fireplace suddenly surged, casting eerie shadows on the wall—countless giant figures sat around a larger body.
Holding a sacred and terrifying feast.
"Twelve Titans ate the Creator's body. Of course, we couldn't kill such a life, but we have knowledge. We know how to coexist with the Creator."
"The Creator's flesh and blood merged with us, with those Titans, forming one. So, we have the capital to settle down and establish ourselves, to gain supreme authority on this planet."
Making the act of eating the Creator sound so grand, that's unparalleled.
"Sounds like feasting," Ian spoke bluntly.
Claire did not deny it, but instead smiled: "In a way, yes. We absorbed the Creator's legacy and also took on the Creator's responsibility."
The voice of the Female Titan had a few notes of depth.
"What do you mean?"
Ian blinked.
"We acquired His power, but also inherited His... Curse." Claire's fingertips turned into twelve blurry human figures, surrounding a beating heart.
He was eventually endowed with the Titan God King.
That's also why the Titan God King is so powerful.
"Curse?"
Ian unconsciously leaned forward. From a young age, not only did he like telling stories, he also liked listening to them, especially these secrets, which would prove his rich knowledge and erudition in the future.
To become a super knowledgeable giant, one must start collecting unknown knowledge from a young age, whether it's secrets or brain teasers, as long as others don't know it, saying it out loud is cool.
"Yes, the Curse."
The Female Titan nodded.
A Phoenix's cry interrupted her narrative from outside. Claire tilted her head and listened, suddenly revealing a sly grin: "Do you know what's the most ironic thing?"
"What?"
Ian continued to play the curious baby.
The Female Titan Claire didn't beat around the bush either,
"The deceased Creator..."
She leaned in close to Ian.
Her breath carried the scent of stardust.
"Looks exactly like a human. Yes, those Wizards you see outside, their appearance is the life form Titans created based on the Creator's likeness."
"And precisely because of this, the Titans didn't realize that what they did returned part of the authority, and that's the real reason for the Titans' downfall."
No doubt about it.
The Female Titan Claire, though residing in this place, still has a good understanding of the happenings outside. Her revelation also makes Ian aware of one issue.
The infinite possibilities of humanity.
Is it precisely because of this?
Because humans look exactly like the Creator, they can be considered the continuation of the Creator—in fact, the earliest humans were that crowd of Gods, but the Gods clearly drifted off course; they didn't stick to the path of Wizards, so they deviated from the Creator's essence, eventually being overthrown by later human Wizards.
This logic might be a bit twisted.
But roughly it means that the Gods approached the Creator, so the Gods defeated the Titans, and the later human Wizards are closer to the Creator, so the later human Wizards can defeat the Gods.
"If that's true."
Ian felt he had uncovered a world-shattering secret.
"Is the Creator just a Wizard? Is this his Wizard kingdom, or perhaps like his backyard?" He thinks this claim is really worth studying.
"I don't know."
Claire shook her head at this.
"The Prophet can't see everything either. The only thing I know is that since Raven longs to become a human, a species I didn't even understand at first."
"Then this species must have something special. I've tried creating some as well, which you've surely seen." The ones the Female Titan Claire spoke of are certainly the ancestors of the Aesir on the island.
If that truly is the case.
The Titans' human creations seem unable to avoid eventually walking the path of God—there should be more than coincidence behind this, a historical inevitability?
Ian still can't quite figure it out.
However.
Since the other party mentioned Biological Alchemy. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Can I ask you about some knowledge on Biological Alchemy? It might be very useful for my future."
To this.
The Female Titan did not refuse.
"Of course, no problem, but."
Claire tilted her head to look at him and suddenly revealed a mysterious smile: "Those things are very complex. Perhaps... you need to sleep first? Talk about it after waking up?"
"Why do I need to sleep?" Ian asked, confused.
"Because your time to return home is almost here." Claire pointed out the window where the sky was subtly changing, with the positions of the stars beginning to shift.
Ian then realized something and stood up abruptly: "Wait a minute, does it mean... that the day in this world is actually the night in the normal timeline?"
Claire did not respond to his words.
Because only he understood that when he crossed over, it was night, but it was daytime here, so now, during the day here, it indeed corresponds to the night he should be welcoming.
Mysterious Night.
"In a place like this, I wouldn't dare sleep. Who knows if you might do something weird to me." Ian spoke warily; he certainly wouldn't easily trust a stranger.
Moreover, this stranger wasn't of the same race as he was.
"You will sleep."
Claire was resolute.
"Hmm?"
Ian was skeptical.
"Because I saw you sleeping." Claire's voice suddenly turned ethereal, her eyes completely transformed into purple, with countless tiny runes swirling within them.
Almost simultaneously as she finished speaking, Ian suddenly felt an unprecedented wave of fatigue. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and his body swayed uncontrollably before he collapsed onto the ground, his consciousness rapidly blurring. Ian still wanted to say something but was suddenly overwhelmed by a fatigue that was irresistible.
"How did you do it?"
His eyelids became incredibly heavy, and his vision began to blur. The last image he saw was Claire picking up the gaming device again, her fingers clicking briskly on the screen.
"I just saw it; sleep now, Teacher Raven. It's not a bad thing, I might just dress you as a girl." Her voice seemed to come from very far away.
"You'll understand more when you wake up..."
Ian's body leaned forward.
As he was about to hit the ground, a gentle force held him, gradually laying him down on the floor. His breathing became calm and deep.
His consciousness sank into boundless darkness. Claire looked at the sleeping Ian and sighed softly. She put down the gaming device, walked to the window, and gazed at the changing starry sky.
"Time passes so quickly..." she murmured to herself, her fingers gently tracing a line of small words carved on the window frame: To my most foolish student—Raven.
The Phoenix Egg in the fireplace made a final soft sound, completely cooked, and from within emerged a small life, still holding a roasted egg, which Claire snatched away and ate.
The tiny Phoenix protested in dissatisfaction.
Because that was its growth product.
"You need to become smaller... a giant Phoenix can't be a pet." Golden light filled the room, casting a warm glow over the sleeping Ian.
"Good night, Teacher Raven."
She said softly.
A faint smile hung at the corners of her mouth. Outside, the Phoenix sang again, starlight fell over the floating island, seemingly casting a dreamlike glow over everything.
At the same time.
Ian awoke in a void.
He couldn't feel gravity or hear sound, as if the whole world had been stripped of color and texture. His body floated, surrounded by a blur of greys, like an old film obscured by thick fog. The air had no temperature, no smell, even time seemed to halt its flow here.
It was still the Misty Illusion Realm.
Only this time.
Ian found himself not just in a new place, but everything was presented in black and white—as if this is an unchangeable past.