Chapter 235 -235-The Whereabouts of Revelation
At first, Daniel had thought the first Millennial Apocalypse was nothing more than a chaotic scuffle among weaklings—a time of primitive skirmishes where no real power had yet emerged. But reality proved otherwise.
This was not a primitive era of fumbling battles, but a full-scale war of the gods.
Gods he had never encountered before, whose names were not even recorded in the modern era, appeared one after another on this very continent. Though they were only at the Demigod Rank during that era, their power was still overwhelmingly formidable and beyond doubt.
"Could it be," Daniel pondered, his expression serious, "that the reason humanity back then had no knowledge of these divine conflicts was simply because they lacked the qualifications to witness such battles?"
That explanation seemed the most plausible. If the ancient humans were not powerful enough to perceive the war of gods happening right above their heads, that would certainly explain the absence of historical records.
But now, those same gnomes that had once existed peacefully had already fallen under the corruption of the Blood Moon. Their future was destined—to become the twisted Artists who would wreak havoc upon all the myriad races.
Well, so be it. If one believed in determinism, then his presence here wouldn’t change anything. The future would still unfold as it was fated. With that in mind, Daniel turned his attention to the task at hand.
No longer hesitating, he immediately took action. Drawing upon the dagger bestowed by the God of Thieves, he created a clone of himself—an exact duplicate, capable of executing tasks in parallel.
After all, as Dark Star Jarvan had explained moments ago, nothing Daniel did here would influence the future timeline. That meant, in effect, he had complete freedom to act however he wished.
With no constraints, Daniel had no reason to hold back. He would proceed according to his own rhythm—decisive and relentless.
His clone, formed in an instant, reappeared before none other than the First Human Emperor—Arthur.
At that very moment, Arthur was using the human communication network to broadcast a global announcement. It was an address celebrating humanity’s miraculous survival.