When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1270 - 2: Man-Made Fear_2

Mycroft looked short-legged, but he ran very quickly. He pulled Aiwass along, swiftly making their way to the apartment Sherlock previously rented.

He greeted the landlady warmly and got the spare key to go upstairs. Aiwass also exchanged some polite words with the enthusiastic landlady and then followed up.

"Didn’t Sherlock move back to live with your family?" fгeewebnovёl.com

Aiwass asked in puzzlement.

"Indeed," Mycroft replied, "but he didn’t take all the materials with him. Sherlock is like a squirrel; he always likes to scatter his acorns here and there. The difference is, he’s slightly smarter than a squirrel. So even if one of the acorns is stolen or lost, he can always find backups from elsewhere or store encrypted files in different places to make them indecipherable... Oh, found it."

Mycroft spoke while rummaging through the dusty bookshelves looking for files.

He soon found a folder. On the outside, it said "Speculations on the ’Third Rebellion Case’".

Upon opening it, however, there were no documents inside.

Or rather, there were only a few thin pieces of paper. They looked like they had been torn from some book, even differing in size. They had marks of notes, with underlinings and strange numbers.

"F147", "D32", "C90".

On the three pieces of paper, each had these numbers.

Aiwass pondered, looking at Mycroft: "Is this... a book page?"

Mycroft also straightforwardly said: "That’s right. With Sherlock’s memory, he only needs to see a page from a book to instantly recall the entire content. So the information he left is actually ’Helasal Empire – From Apex to Decline’ page 147, line six, ’A Little Soldier’ page 32, line four, ’On Fear – The Cyclical Intimidation of Curses and Rituals’ page 90, line three — a very simple riddle key. Even if you see them, you can quickly figure out the truth — and I mean no offense, sir."

"... No wonder he wanted me to find you."

Aiwass suddenly realized: "So the next step is to find those books?"

It really was the right search!

"Just need to follow this code, and you can find the real information he left?"

"No need," Mycroft shook his head calmly, "because I also remember the content of those books. I immediately realized, he didn’t leave any particularly valuable information.

Sherlock’s clues are:

"’The public worship of demons made the people of the Empire less and less fearful of demons, as the previous fears became too frequent, paralyzing their ability to anticipate real crises. Yet, this worship itself generated a new dependency’, ’He was so scared that he pulled the trigger to the end, emptying the gun in one breath’, ’It was that fear that sharpened the imagined blade, making ordinary words toxic, which is the original curse.’

"... The common point is ’fear’, right?"

Aiwass pondered: "Could it be that people, under inexplicable fear, suddenly slaughtered the whole Iris Royal Family?

"Does Iris’s frequent uprisings suggest that this fear has never faded?

"Is this fear man-made?"

With a broader vision, he vaguely grasped something.

Mentioning fear involves both the Blood Celestial Marshal and the Shadowy Celestial Marshal. To make a duke, at the pinnacle of secular power, so frantic, knowing Aiwass’s strength, knowing his familiarity with Sherlock, and dared not to release — that must be an event involving Heavenly Power.

However, that doesn’t seem to be the story that should occur in Iris.

The Blood Celestial Marshal wasn’t brought down until Aiwass crossed over; while the Shadowy Celestial Marshal was deposed in Avalon.

Could it be that with the collapse of the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow, the future has deviated again?

"That I don’t know," Mycroft looked at those documents, sighed, "I think, his curiosity about the truth behind this matter led him to Iris for investigation. Rather than his friend’s letters, I think this was his real motive.

"Since this matter might involve the Celestial Marshal... for Sherlock’s safety, I hope when you rescue Sherlock, you won’t cause too much commotion. Best to disguise yourself — save him first before revealing your divine presence.

"... The death of the Fallen Celestial Marshal, although it made people revere you, also gave birth to the seeds of rebellion — the possibility of rebellion against the gods. If people think too highly of themselves, they go mad; being mad too long, they tread upon destruction. I don’t care if those lunatics live or die, I only worry about Sherlock’s safety."

"I understand."

Aiwass nodded solemnly: "Given the situation, whether traveling by ship or Gryphon could potentially be discovered. In such a state, he might do something irreparable out of nervousness and frenzy... To avoid such a situation, I plan to pray to Merlin to directly transmit me over."

He didn’t say anything like "even if Sherlock was in trouble, I could revive him".

The conversion rate of the Sin Beast isn’t a negative state but rather a "countdown to divinity", so the progress didn’t reset upon revival. Now, it still lacks a 15% conversion rate before turning antlered.

But even if Aiwass had enough conversion rate, he wouldn’t utter such impolite words.

Life and death inherently carry weight. To resurrect someone at will, and to kill at will, equates in terms of ’arrogance’ and ’pride’, treating others’ precious one-time life as consumables.

Aiwass, when he first obtained this Strength, might have done such things, but now he’s long since awakened... these are not worth boasting about or advocating.

He also finally understood why Amber Master never publicized his revival capability... because merely knowing this would make those struggling to survive feel their persistence was laughable. Undermining others’ will to live is tantamount to murder.

Miracles — were never meant to be proclaimed.

Hence Aiwass simply said: "I will bring Sherlock back intact, Mr. Mycroft. Please wait — I’ll change clothes and hairstyle, then set off, direct transmission to Iris."

"I beg of you, Lord Aivars."

Mycroft sighed, somewhat helpless yet full of trust: "He’s my only brother... I’m asking you."

"It’s a coincidence, I don’t have many friends, seems like only this one," Aiwass calmly replied, "I still count on him to attend my wedding."

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