Chapter 119: The world tree is just a big tree (4)
“Is it really because of what I created...?”
As unbelievable as it seemed, the idea that some other villain or external factor had suddenly taken control of Flower’s mind at this exact moment was far less realistic. I couldn’t just keep deflecting blame onto others whenever things went wrong.
Statistics also showed that more often than not, problems I encountered were repercussions of things I’d done myself, snowballing back to me. Call it the butterfly effect. I never expected that forgotten creation—the one I’d discarded because the results were hard to discern—would come back to haunt me like this...
“Dr. Eight? Is something wrong?”
“Oh—No, it’s just...”
Auxilion, as perceptive as one would expect of an ancient elf, seemed to have noticed my slight anxiety. Her questioning gaze suggested she’d detected the faint unease in my expression.
Seeing no point in denying it, I told her my suspicion: that Flower’s current state might indeed be a result of one of my inventions.
“Hmm... Is that so? Since you made it, you must know how to deal with it, right?”
“To be honest—I’m not certain. I predicted some possible outcomes, but I haven’t actually seen it in action...”
Predicting the performance of something I’d never witnessed was difficult, but I recalled the specs I had envisioned before creating it.
“The extra-dimensional ghost...or rather, the Beast is something I modeled after creatures I’ve encountered in this world. Demons, outer gods, dimension guardians...”
“What? What exactly did you meet?”