chsdbacks Chapter 313, Section 312: Teacher Raven and the Past
Chapter 313, Section 312: Teacher Raven and the Past
Chapter 313, Section 312: Teacher Raven and the Past
Ian stood in the center of the huge stone house.
Looking at the female Titan sitting on the bed playing games, she was a three-meter-tall female Titan. In a race where the average height is several hundred meters, she was definitely even more loli-like than a loli.
of course.
To put it nicely, she's a loli; to put it bluntly, she's an extremely underdeveloped dwarf—fortunately, the female Titan's body proportions don't look as disproportionate as those of dwarfs.
She has the ideal nine-head-to-body ratio that a normal woman should have.
"Clap clap clap clap~"
The sound of buttons being pressed mixed with the sound of fingers poking the screen; the female Titan looked like a seasoned otaku, holding a strangely shaped game console in her hand.
Ian didn't care what was going on with this strange scene.
Because he heard it.
"Good morning, Raven Teacher." The female Titan's voice was soft and languid, as if she were greeting an old friend rather than a stranger who had suddenly intruded into her territory.
"Raven Teacher?" He repeated the title, his Adam's apple bobbing. What? Why was the other person calling him Raven Teacher? Had they mistaken him for that raven again?
This is clearly not the first time since arriving in this strange world.
Even before they came into this world.
Similar situations have also occurred.
The fact that this happened once, twice, and again is clearly not a coincidence.
Ian paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "What...did you call me?"
"Teacher Raven."
The female Titan still didn't look up, her fingers clicking rapidly on the game console.
"I am human, a wizard from a later era," Ian cautiously explained, while simultaneously observing the expression and demeanor of the female Titan not far away.
He wondered if the other person's sudden address was an attempt to lower his guard. After all, he had also taken the form of a raven after entering this world.
Whether it's a misunderstanding or not.
Or for some other reason.
Ian felt that he needed to correct himself.
The female Titan finally raised her head, her hands still on the game console. "Okay, I understand, Raven-sensei. It seems your obsession has finally been fulfilled."
Some words that seem unclear.
This left Ian speechless for a moment, and he was both amused and exasperated.
Are you mistaking me for someone else?
He sensed something was wrong; the other person's gaze seemed strangely familiar. Ian had long suspected a connection between himself and Raven, but subconsciously, he still felt it was unlikely.
"Perhaps." The female Titan shrugged, her tone maddeningly calm. "But the fact that you've come this far means that fate has already linked you with that raven."
Ian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin.
He had considered that this meeting might lead to conflict, or even a fight; he also imagined that the other party would be a superior being, coldly and ruthlessly explaining everything.
of course.
It could be an obscure and ancient mystery, or even a peace talks between races. Or perhaps Ian has finally found another transmigrator in this world—any of these are possible. But he never expected that he would be greeted by a female Titan who was addicted to games and called him "Raven Teacher."
Of all the thousands of scenarios Ian had imagined, none of them included standing idly in the boudoir of a Titan girl engrossed in a game, like an ignored visitor.
The atmosphere in the room was strange and awkward.
Ian looked around, trying to distract himself.
This room certainly didn't resemble a temple of a deity; it was more like the bedroom of an ordinary otaku girl. The walls were covered with animated posters, each one seemingly alive, depicting various Pokémon, Digimon, and some creatures he had never seen before. They would sometimes blink, sometimes strike a pose, as if greeting him.
That's not all.
There are other posters as well.
The character dressed as a magical girl holds a staff whose color changes in sync with the LED light strips surrounding the poster. On the right-hand bookshelf, figurines are neatly arranged, with a life-size Ultraman model on the top shelf whose chest crystal twinkles rhythmically. Several strings of starlight lights hang from the ceiling, projecting constellation patterns that slowly rotate.
It feels like a combination of a homebody's boudoir and a dance hall.
Anyway, the smell is very strong.
But it also has a strong Japanese otaku culture feel to it.
How did you get these?
Ian couldn't help but ask.
His wand tip unconsciously drew a detection rune in the air, which revealed that these items contained real magical energy and were not illusions created by others based on his memories.
Ian also has a sense of vigilance.
However, it doesn't seem to have the desired effect.
"That's how prophets are," the female Titan replied casually as she continued tapping on the game console, tilting her head as her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down to the floor like a waterfall.
"You're the one who told me, you're the one who told me everything." Her tone was as if she were talking to an acquaintance, but Ian was certain that this was the first time he had ever met this female Titan.
"Did I tell you?"
Ian was taken aback.
"When?"
The air inside the stone house suddenly became thick and sticky.
Ian felt a wave of dizziness.
These words struck Ian like a hammer blow to the temple.
It was as if some important memory was forcibly stuffed into my mind and then quickly pulled away.
That wasn't Ian's memory, at least not to Ian, so when he tried to grasp those fragments, they slipped through his fingers like sand.
"What are you talking about?"
His voice unconsciously rose eight octaves.
"Let me finish this round first, Magical World Adventure." The female Titan's fingers tapped rapidly on the game console, where a pixelated figure was chopping down trees.
She shifted to a more comfortable position, her T-shirt slipping down to her upper thighs. Biting her lower lip, she stared intently at the screen, completely oblivious to Ian's stiff expression.
"??????"
Ian felt like his brain was about to shut down. The sole of his boot touched the glowing runestone, and a subtle magical fluctuation came from the sole of his foot. This house even had air conditioning!
A magical version of air conditioning from Titans!
"So, the second time traveler was Raven, or perhaps there wasn't a second time traveler at all?" Ian's heart was filled with turbulent emotions. He vaguely felt that he was approaching a certain truth, but that truth seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible for him to grasp it.
Ian was still completely confused.
However, he knew that the female Titan in front of him could definitely tell him a lot of information.
and so.
"This isn't how you play my world..." Ian cautiously approached, both to guard against possible sneak attacks and to observe what game the female Titan was playing.
Say something.
Before his time travel, Ian was also a big fan of video games. However, since he traveled to an era where video games were just starting out, and he was an orphan, he didn't have the means to play them.
This extinguished his passion for gaming. After all, even when he later had enough money to buy a game console, he still couldn't muster any interest in newly emerging games like Pac-Man.
Just as a woman protected by an eagle would find it hard to ride a chick's bicycle, having played those elaborate games, Ian would certainly not be interested in games like Pac-Man.
"Who would have thought that in ancient times, there would be games that were even more engaging than those from the 1990s?" Ian immediately recognized the game the female Titan was playing—the screen displayed a pixelated, blocky world—a scene he knew all too well: Minecraft.
not only that.
Ian also noticed that the screen on the game console in the female Titan's hand was not displaying a regular Minecraft map, but rather—a map of the island!
He suddenly realized that this wasn't an ordinary game, but a bridge connecting reality and the virtual world. The female Titan wasn't just playing a game; she was manipulating and shaping the landscape of this world! It wasn't your average Minecraft. The pixelated island terrain was clearly the strange space he was currently in.
"Boom! Boom!" The female Titan was brutally leveling a forest with a square tool, and in reality, the sound of trees collapsing immediately came from outside the stone house.
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"Are you using it... to change this world?"
Ian's eyes widened.
"Of course." The female Titan grinned, a hint of smugness in her eyes. "I call the shots in my world."
As she spoke, she roughly dragged the mouse-like cursor, drawing a deep trench on the screen, instantly turning the originally gentle hill into a cliff.
Her fingertips slid rapidly across the screen, and the terrain on the eastern side of the island began to twist and recombine.
Ian saw her "grab" a lake and crumple it into the shape of a mountain, like a ball of paper. In reality, this was followed by a series of earth-shattering geological sounds.
"I knew it! This island looks weird, with all sorts of terrain that look like a jumbled mess of groans! Even games need to be plausible."
Ian couldn't help but shout.
"Can you please stop acting so recklessly?" He just loves to boss people around, as evidenced by his small classes at Hogwarts; he's someone who enjoys teaching others.
"Don't worry, if it doesn't look good, I can just click this one-click restore button and go back in time." The female Titan waved her hand, looking indifferent.
"????"
One person was about to ask a question.
But in the next second.
A long and solemn cry came from outside—it was the huge phoenix!
The female Titan's expression changed instantly. She stood up abruptly, not even having time to put away the game console, throwing it on the ground and rushing towards the door.
"What happened?" Ian quickly followed.
"Has someone broken in again? Damn it, why are there so many time travelers?" Her voice echoed in the air, carrying a rare hint of tension.
The female Titan is a prophet.
There were clearly some unexpected things as well.
"Who appeared? So, this is the real ancient time, not some kind of abandoned fate? I thought I was trapped in some kind of cycle again."
Ian was stunned.
His question went unanswered.
Because the female Titan had already run out, Ian was left alone in the room. He glanced at the game console whose screen was still lit up, and a line of text engraved with ancient runes appeared on the screen.
[Titan Core - Genesis Terminal]
—Permission level: Supreme.
Good guy.
So, is this how the Titans created things? Or is it just this odd little Titan who created the world this way? Out of curiosity, Ian couldn't help but pick up the game console to take a look.
[Current User: Claire]
[Administrator has intervened: The Magical Raven]
When he picked up the game console, a line of text automatically appeared on the screen.
"??????" Ian stared at the game console screen, his fingertip hovering over the words "[Administrator: Raven]", his heart pounding, feeling a surge of emotions again.
"What exactly is going on...?"
Just as Ian began to feel that things were getting increasingly strange.
boom--!
A deafening phoenix cry suddenly echoed from outside, shaking the entire stone house. Ian jerked his head up, nearly dropping the game console. He strode to the door, and as soon as he pushed it open, he saw the female Titan—Claire—stretching back, holding three phoenix eggs gleaming with golden-red light, a smug smile on her face.
"Oh, no one broke in, my phoenix laid an egg!" She held up the egg and shook it, looking very happy. The patterns on the eggshell flowed slowly like lava.
"We can have roasted phoenix eggs tonight!"
The female Titan seems to be showing off.
Ian: "..."
We're really not that close, are we?
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Claire had already rushed into the house and casually tossed the phoenix egg into a stove in the corner. The fire instantly flared up, the flames turning from orange-red to blazing white, and the eggshell made a faint "crackling" sound in the high temperature, actually giving the feeling of being roasted.
Ian's eye twitched.
Those are phoenix eggs!
Did you just bake it like that?
How could anyone eat it like an egg!
and!
Phoenix eggs aren't only hatched in fire!
"I can share half with you."
The female Titan, presumably named Claire, completely ignored his expression, climbing onto the enormous bed. She picked up the game console again, her fingers flying across the screen. The pixelated islands on the screen changed constantly with her commands, some areas even distorting and rearranging themselves, causing the real-world islands to tremble.
"you……"
Ian took a deep breath and finally couldn't help but speak.
"So, am I a reincarnation now? Was my first incarnation a raven?"
Ian had actually suspected this before, but he thought it was absurd, which is why he acted as if he was trying to explain that the other party had mistaken him for someone else.
He understands.
He always understood.
"Hmm? Do I really need to answer this question?" Claire's fingers paused for a moment, her purplish-gold pupils shifted slightly as she glanced at him, then she continued playing her game.
"Teacher, you're finally asking the right questions," she said casually. "But you actually already know the answers, you just don't want to remember."
Upon hearing this...
Ian felt as if something was clenching his chest. He could definitely feel something awakening deep within his soul—certain memories that had been deliberately forgotten.
Hidden within it are some truths he doesn't want to face.
(End of this chapter)