Chapter 312: The Reason for Rebirth

Chapter 312: The Reason for Rebirth

Despite feeling that something was amiss, Danzel, aware of his amnesia, knew it was futile to try and figure it out, so he put the matter aside for the time being.

Even if there were any issues, the “Secret Incarnation” was only with Ashe, and Danzel felt quite reassured about that.

After all, even though they might not be paramours, Danzel felt their compatibility was good. They could still be companions in adventures in the cabin, and it was possible for their relationship to develop into that of paramours—of course, that was assuming Danzel didn’t have a beloved one after regaining his memory.

If the “Secret Incarnation” was important to him, considering their relationship, Danzel believed that Ashe would definitely be willing to give it up to him after paying a certain price.

If Danzel had no lover or if he himself was Ashe’s paramour, they could even benefit from it directly without any exchange.

After checking their loot, Ashe, Danzel, and Sonya all turned their attention to the Observer.

Even the Empress Phantom was not an exception.

“What are you all looking at me for?” the Observer chuckled. “Isn’t it still your turn to pose a question, Empress?”

“Aren’t you planning to co-host with me?” the Empress voiced everyone’s Inner Voice. “I don’t want to be interrupted by your ‘wait a minute’ just after saying a few words. I’m allergic to ‘wait a minute’ now.”

“The Empress is really picky,” the Observer laughed. “But don’t worry, the questions I have up next are different from yours; they are custom-designed for us men, unfortunately not something the ladies can partake in.”

“A custom-design for men?” Ashe’s eyes lit up. “If that’s the case, then paramour, Lover, there’s no point in you staying here. Once paramour answers the questions, you should leave the cabin—”

“No way!” Sonya said decisively. “I need to see just how sinful and vile your Inner Voice is, so that when I regain my memory, breaking up with you will truly be like seeing the light, a rebirth!”

Ashe replied, “And if the questions reveal that my Inner Voice is pure and loyal, kind and upright, embodying all the world’s virtues, would you then support me wholeheartedly?”

Sonya thought for a moment, “You can’t possibly be that kind of person, so we’re still breaking up.”

Ashe asked, “Why not possible? You’ve lost your memory, how can you still judge my nature?”

“But my nature hasn’t changed,” Sonya said disdainfully. “How could anyone who becomes my Lover be a good person? Don’t you understand the principle of ‘birds of a feather flock together’?”

Sonya’s words were so convincing that Ashe began to doubt if he might actually have a criminal record.

“I also want to see your questions.”

Danzel said, “I promised to help you analyze and find the right answers, so I want to help you too.”

However, Ashe keenly noticed something off about Danzel’s demeanor. “You don’t usually explain yourself so deliberately when you speak. You’re lying. What’s your real purpose?”

“I want to know more about you,” Danzel admitted unabashedly. “I want to know all your secrets, your likes and dislikes, your shames, your nightmares. All this information will form the basis of my plans.”

“That’s great, are you planning the Entertainment for when we have our affair?”

Danzel smiled and looked at the Empress. “Then, let’s start with my third question.”

Ashe’s eyelids twitched. “It’s just for planning Entertainment, right?”

“The third question is still related to this painting,” the Empress pointed to the picture of the Masked Girl in the album. “The question is simple: what have you done to this person before.”

“First, you have served her. You were her Follower in spirit, her Monk in conduct, and her Servant in function.”

“Second, you have possessed her. You were her Lover in spirit, her Knight in action, and her Emperor in function.”

“Third,” the Empress held up three fingers, “you have desecrated her.”

The Empress was surprised to hear the Observer, but realized that the others hadn’t noticed the Observer’s spoiler-filled comment.

Silently, a new rule emerged in the cabin: Phantoms could chat privately without the others noticing.

This was naturally a newly born rule, as today was the first time since the emergence of the cabin that the number of Phantoms had reached a communicative level.

The Empress was even beginning to get used to the cabin’s frequent remodeling.

“Of course not.” The Swordswoman, already benched, coldly said, “This kind of make-believe affection makes me want to vomit.”

“Really?” The Witch leaned closer to the Swordswoman. “Wait a moment, I’ll call a sister out, she’d absolutely love to taste the liquid Gold flowing from Death Maniac—”

“I don’t think so either.”

The Empress looked at the Observer: “Whether in life, in death, or now, the Destiny that Danzel has faced is all due to the deep love of the Gospel. She doesn’t need a false Substitute, because she is still caught in that web of love; don’t hold her back.”

“I was just asking, no need to be so tense,” the Observer laughed. “We’re just a bunch of Phantoms, we don’t have any special powers.”

The Empress had fully realized that among the four Phantoms, three were traitors.

However, when you see that everyone around you is a traitor, maybe it’s time to rethink your approach.

“You promised,” Ashe grabbed Danzel’s hand, “to wait for me to finish answering before leaving.”

Danzel finally shifted her intense gaze away and pulled her wrist out of Ashe’s grasp: “As long as she doesn’t leave early, I won’t leave early either.”

Although Ashe didn’t know how to resolve the situation after leaving the cabin, for now, he could only continue answering questions to stabilize the situation.

“Is it finally our turn?”

The Observer sat down in front of Ashe, showing a benevolent smile: “Don’t be nervous, I am the Phantom that carries your memories, do you think I would harm you?”

Ashe thought about it and nodded: “Indeed, I should be a good person, so you probably can’t be too bad either.”

“Pfft.”

“Cough.”

The Empress suddenly heard two inappropriate laughs in a private chat, she turned around puzzled—had the Observer and Ashe just shared a joke?

“Hearing oneself praise oneself, truly a bizarre experience...” The Observer lowered his eyelids, “Let’s start with the second question then.”

“We don’t need a diagram, after all, the question is quite simple—why were you reborn?”

Everyone was startled.

Reborn?

“First, you willingly became a pawn of the Four Pillars, setting up the Ritual Track to annihilate the world, sacrificing billions of lives, thereby earning a second chance.”

“Second, you collected countless Sorcerer Handbooks, utilizing the power of numerous wishes, and spent millennia creating a Miracle that could turn the world upside down.”

“Third,” the Observer blinked, “you don’t know why.”