Chapter 3: The Truth
What Atlas saw was a window. It was like a sign, a window with what it was pointing at and what it was pointing at.
Cautiously approaching the window, he came across a stone on the ground covered in dust, but if what the window said was true, what was right at his feet was far too valuable for someone at his level.
[7th Grade Magic Stone]
First of all, it was inconceivable that he even saw such a magic stone here. Indeed, for someone at his level, such a stone was something that had almost no use at the moment.
As soon as he approached that window, it disappeared, and another window appeared right in front of his eyes:
[Atlas the Great Hero, if you are reading this message, you must have either killed a living being in a dungeon or, by chance, you must have encountered something that triggered this message. My name is Chronos, the master and ruler of time. I know you know me very well. I am the one who gave you a blessing in time].
Atlas couldn't understand what was happening; he shook his head from side to side and wondered if he was hallucinating.
Maybe he was dead and his soul was dreaming in the infinite void. Otherwise, it would have made no sense for him to be partially talking to a god.
After all, there was only one way for this to happen, and that was to worship the gods themselves for years in an official temple. It would not be a lie to say that the number of people who could do this was quite small.
It was an amazing and incredibly absurd event.
[I know you are confused, but this help I have given you has dulled my energy incredibly, I have rewound time, and as of now we will not know you in this life, I am sorry...I have been following your journey almost from the beginning, and at that woman's request, I had a reason to rewind time.