I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Understanding Epochs [Part 2]
Raven answered his question.

“Not quite,” she said, lingering for a moment before adding, “They are believed to be a personification of some sort. Like the personification of the moon, the personification of the sun, the personification of happiness, sadness. There are quite a lot of them, and they are referred to as origins, although the whole concept and history between them goes much deeper than that… If there is anything that would be close to the concept of deities, I think that would be Tyrants.”

Northern looked at her.

“What is that?”

“Tyrants are known to be humans who walked the path of power and became the strongest beings of the first world, humans that attained things like immortality and powers on the level of Origins. They began to be worshipped by people, and that was when the Origins surfaced.”

Northern, drowning in confusion, looked at the two of them and inquired in strange amazement.

“How do you both know so much? I thought you guys haven’t been into rifts in this place?”

Helena raised her brows.

“Huh? Do you think the history of rifts started in this land? Be it Central Plains or anywhere, it’s all the same, but diverse, broken puzzles that need to be pieced together.”

Helena raised her chin, a smug grin appearing on her face as she added:

“Besides, I majored in Rift Historiography while I was in the academy, even though I didn’t finish thanks to a certain jerk.”

Northern looked at Helena for a while.

“Wow, you are so cool.”

“And you’re wrong too.”

Northern looked at her, “Huh?”

Helena grimaced a little.

“You’re wrong saying that I haven’t been into rifts. How else do you think we were able to become stronger in ten years? We just didn’t enter the cardinal rifts. But apart from the cardinal rifts, there were always lower tier rifts that appeared every now and then in the past ten years, and we quickly challenged them.”

Northern narrowed his eyes.

“So you guys are indeed running from something…”

Helena was silent for a while, then she scratched her head and let out a slight, frustrated groan.

“Yeah, whatever. Back to the matter, this Tome Knowledge you are looking at, flower boy, is a journal from the Epoch of Alv Erveedi: The War Of Fate.”

Raven picked up the explanation.

“The Tome was written in an Era where a war to decide the fate of the world was fought… the Kings of Monsters and Kings of Humans clashed with each other. Before this time, there had been an existence of peace. But that balance was tipped… we don’t know by who, though.

“The book suggests that it was a wandering Tyrant… but the claim was inconsistent with facts because the traces of Tyrants had long disappeared before this particular Epoch.”

“I see… so Alv Erveedi is the term for War Of Fate?”

Raven nodded.

“Then how does any of this relate to what you are going to do in these Sleeping Mountains?”

“While reading and studying this Tome, I found something… something quite strange was mentioned… a mountain blinded by white clouds, one that the lost wonders and the Sleeping never wakes.”

Helena’s eyes widened a little.

“The Sleeping Mountain?”

Raven turned her head to the Feral Sage and nodded.

Paled by curiosity, Helena’s voice rang out:

“How? Isn’t this supposed to be a rift item? Tomes address rifts in particular, don’t they?”

Raven nodded, “Exactly. Fortunately, I wasn’t the first person to find this Tome. The Lord of Lotherliwan had also seen this and went to the Sleeping Mountain to investigate exactly what was happening…” she paused a little. “But he never came back.”

Helena looked at her.

“How are you so sure about that? You are talking so confidently about people you didn’t meet?”

“I have the journal of his squire who was the only one that managed to return…” she paused and looked at Northern as she continued, “On a flying ship.”

Helena paid rapt attention to her words, thinking about them.

While Northern scrunched up his eyes.

“Then why is the flying ship not at Lotheliwan?”

“Because he attempted to go back… that was the end of his journal.”

“So wait… what if the ship was destroyed along with the Lord’s squire?”

The air was silent… then Raven responded to Northern.

“He gave some countermeasures for recovering the ship, to whomever found his journal… and left the last words: Let the purpose of the ship serve to preserve and protect your life from harm…”

She paused and added,

“He also said those were the words imprinted on the ship’s description. It’s a really strange item.”

“Where did they get an airship as an item?”

Raven shrugged, “How would I know?” She continued, “What I do know is that contrary to what we think, the people around when this disaster started actually tried their best to save their kingdoms. It just was futile. Which is why I am going to continue from where they left off.”

Helena’s voice spoke lowly:

“And where they left off is the Sleeping Mountains…”

Raven looked at her and nodded.

“I believe that investigating what the Sleeping Mountains has in common with these words in the Tome from the Epoch of Alv Erveedi would grant us deeper insight into what is going on. And I believe the Lord of Lotheliwan must have thought so too.”

Helena nodded, her hands below her chin as she seemed deep in thought, before she looked at Raven and asked:

“And so Raven, where is this journal?”

“It’s with Gilbert, but I tore out the important pages…” she dipped her hand into her belt area and brought out a brown folded paper, extending it to Helena.

Helena slowly opened the paper, her eyes reading for a couple of minutes—by this time, the day was bright—then she smiled and passed the pages to Northern.

After reading the notes, Northern looked at Raven.

Everything there was just as she had claimed; there was no lie or deceit.

She sighed and looked at Northern.

“With your clones… I have a plan that would allow us to survive the Sleeping Mountains.”