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Chapter 1734 Ripples in History (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
"I seem to remember that castle collapsing?" came an old man's puzzled voice from not far away. "Why is it still standing?"

"Are you out of your mind?" his elderly companion, who was about the same age as him, laughed. "This castle has never collapsed, otherwise why would they be promoting it?"

"It did collapse, and it collapsed many times," a voice whispered from the side. "It's just that it wasn't in the tsunami, but behind it. Now the core inside is all artificially reinforced, and it's completely a man-made tourist attraction."

"It's to generate revenue for the tourism industry, that's how it is," the other guests at the table nodded slightly in agreement.

"They're everywhere now. They'll just find a run-down shack, claim it's some ancient ruin, make up some magical legend, hang up a sign, and start selling tickets."

"Didn't another cave appear a couple of days ago? It's said to be the legendary ancient cave with treasure."

“No, I mean,” the old man who started scratched his head, “I seem to remember that it collapsed during the tsunami? It was destroyed in that tsunami, and I even went fishing near the ruins.”

“You must be getting old,” the old man beside him said with emotion. “I just remember it didn’t collapse. I’ve lived here for so many years, it’s impossible for me to be wrong.”

“I also remember it collapsing,” another old man nearby said quickly, looking up at the castle.

"But I remember it didn't collapse." Another old man joined the fray.

“Wait a minute,” an old man raised his hand and pulled a book from his pocket. “I know what this is; I saw it just two days ago.”

He opened the book, turned to a page, pointed to an entry, and said, “Look, this is called the ‘memory misalignment effect.’ It’s when ‘noise’ appears in the process of information traveling from its source to its transmission, causing the original information to be distorted and spread to a large number of people. Then people embellish these distorted memories, resulting in different people having different perceptions of the same thing.”

"What are you babbling about?" A gaunt old man leaned over, glanced at the dense text on the book, and then quickly pulled away. "Can't you speak like a human being? Has the house collapsed or not?"

"Let me see." The elderly man with glasses took out his phone, opened the search engine, and searched.

Immediately, a dense array of reports appeared.

He placed his phone on the table and looked at his companions around him. "It seems like it hasn't collapsed. Look, these are all reports from back then, and there are even news articles from that time on them."

Interspersed among them was a photograph of an old newspaper with a large headline:

[The ancient castle was protected by divine light and miraculously survived the great tsunami.]
"Hey, what you found in your search, old man, is definitely a scam," an old man glanced at the search box, then turned to look at the empty seats around him.

Finally, he focused his attention on the young man drinking coffee not far away. "Young man, can you understand us? Can you help us search? See if the castle has collapsed or not."

"Hey, what are you doing? You might as well find a waiter. That kid looks like a tourist from the Central Plains; he can't understand us." An elderly man wearing glasses quickly interrupted him.

He Ao, who was drinking coffee, had no idea that he would have his own business to attend to. He turned his gaze to the noisy elderly people beside him.

Just then, the bespectacled old man raised his hand and said in broken Mandarin, "Young man...it's alright...have fun."

He Ao paused for a moment, then asked in the local dialect, "Do you want to know whether the castle has collapsed or not?"

"Yes, yes, young man, you can even speak our dialect, that's quite impressive!" the gaunt old man beside him exclaimed immediately.

The elderly man who had spoken first quickly raised his hand and looked at the waiter, "Waiter, we'll pay for that young man's coffee!"

He Ao looked at the elderly people, raised his eyes slightly, and smiled, "No need, I've already paid the bill."

He glanced at his phone on the table, then at the castle in the distance, and chuckled, “I don’t think it’s that important whether it’s collapsed or not. Whatever you choose to believe is what it is. The important thing is to be happy.”

“This young man speaks interestingly,” the gaunt old man clapped his hands repeatedly. “Young men from the Central Plains are indeed clever.”

As he spoke, he pulled a bottle of wine from underneath. "Young man, would you like to try some of our homemade wine?"

But when he looked up, the seat was empty.

He looked at his companions with a blank expression, "Where's that young man?"

"Let's go," the old man said casually, then reached out and grabbed the wine bottle from his hand. "I didn't expect you to have such a good thing hidden away."

He slowly raised the bottle in his hand, "Come on, everyone, let's drink."

"Damn it, give it back to me!" The gaunt old man hurriedly struggled to his feet and grabbed the wine bottle.

The entire table was filled with cheerful laughter.

The waiter brought out some side dishes.

It seems no one cares where the young man who was just sitting there went.

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Martial arts world
He Ao looked up at the two catalogs in his hands.

One is a catalog of all large-scale disasters in the main world from thirty-five years ago to the present, before he changed history.

This includes large-scale hurricanes, earthquakes of magnitude 5 or higher, and other meteorological disasters.

The other document is a list of disasters after he altered history. Both documents came from the research institute and from the same researcher.

Although the researcher was puzzled as to why He Ao used the same form twice, he still sent it to He Ao.

For the staff at the research institute, these are two identical forms.

However, in He Ao's hands, the two forms did not match up in one way.

The discrepancy doesn't lie in the small eastern city of Slox in the Tia Empire, but rather in the depths of the desert in the southern part of the Western Lands, almost half a planet away.

In the table before the history was revised, that desert experienced a 4.0 earthquake approximately thirty years ago.

In the revised historical table, the 4.0 earthquake was changed to a 5.0 earthquake.

Although it may seem like only a difference of one level, because the seismic index is logarithmic, increasing by one level means that the released energy increases by approximately 31.6 times.

However, because the earthquake occurred deep in the desert, there were no casualties.

He had no idea what the fact that a dilapidated castle in a small eastern town of the Tia Empire had in common with an earthquake half a planet away had to do with the fact that it hadn't collapsed in the tsunami.

But they did indeed develop a relationship.

Could this be an amplification of some kind of geological movement, similar to the butterfly effect?
A butterfly flapping its wings on the other side of the ocean can cause a hurricane on the other side.

Can even the slightest alteration of history cause some kind of amplified change?
In fact, he specifically chose this castle.

In its original history, before the great tsunami, the castle was predicted to collapse within three days. After it collapsed, it was quickly rebuilt, but then collapsed again due to construction quality issues, and was rebuilt several times.

In his revised history, the castle survived the tsunami but collapsed within three days and was subsequently rebuilt.

However, it eventually collapsed due to poor construction quality, and it happened on the same day in the original history, after which history was completely repeated.

The communication phenomenon surrounding the "Lucky Castle" had elements of both chance and inevitability.

Overall, however, the existence of this castle did not have a significant impact on history.

Even so, it still had some 'impact' on the actual history.

He Ao put down the comparison chart in his hand and looked at the thick stack of documents beside him.

In fact, he prepared not only a list of natural disasters, but also records of international events, terrorist attacks, and some extraordinary events.

However, the 'cost' came from the natural disaster he considered the least likely.

Because when he first obtained the Historical Book, the system described its abilities as follows:
The history recorded in historical books may not be true, but everyone will believe that history is true.

Therefore, He Ao's initial understanding of the power of the historical covenant was that 'modifying history' was essentially the same as the memories of the Destiny Master, which involved extensively modifying people's cognition in order to achieve a certain result of 'modifying' history.

However, the historical records are somewhat too 'powerful'.

It modifies not only cognition, but also some material existence.

Everything that Heo could see that existed in the world, including news reports, related books, and even traces of reconstruction and collapse, matched the altered history.

He couldn't even find a single piece of evidence that this history was false.

The earthquake that was upgraded in magnitude, and the resulting changes to the terrain, fully meet the criteria for a magnitude 5 earthquake.

It seems to be altering not perception, but history itself.

However, looking back at the system's description now, it seems that the system did not directly state that the method for modifying history was to change cognition.

The system described its ability to modify history in just two sentences.

In short, [the holder of a historical decree can, to some extent, alter the history recorded within it].

Another sentence, written in the "Please note" section, roughly means that the consequences of revising history are "unpredictable," and one must be extremely careful.

Does the statement "history recorded in historical books is not necessarily true" actually refer to something else?
What is it that He Ao has not yet come into contact with? Or is there some kind of 'cost' or 'backlash' hidden in the historical records themselves?
Yes, it could also mean that when altering history affects a high-ranking being, the historical record cannot change the actual history related to that high-ranking being, but can only change the perceptions of other people involved.

We'll just have to see how it goes when we encounter it.

He Ao took a deep breath and looked at the small black book in front of him.

The power of historical records was greater than he had imagined, and their impact was far greater than he had anticipated.

If that escalating earthquake had occurred not in an uninhabited area, but in a city center, it could have resulted in a large number of casualties.

Moreover, this is a minor architectural change.

If it involves a significant historical figure or a major change to a famous building, it could have unpredictable consequences, resulting in numerous casualties and destruction.

It could even affect He Ao himself.

However, this might be a standard.

As long as the changes are kept within the limits of similar changes to this building, there will be no large-scale casualty incidents.

With standards and boundaries established, many things can be managed.

How about making some changes in the details? Try to keep the changes to the characters within the historical context as much as possible?

You can try it little by little, pay attention to the changes, and try it several times.

While pondering, He Ao raised his hand, opened the small black book, and turned to a blank page, where dense text appeared.

Actually, the few elderly people he had just met were a kind of unexpected surprise.

Because they were all people who had lived in that small eastern town their whole lives, and most of them had never even left the town.

Although they were just ordinary people in the small town, they witnessed the town's history over several decades.

From their memories, He Ao also learned more about the stories of that small town.

There are some hearsay stories about the treasure cave in the small town, and about Noctis, who once lived in this town under the alias Cad.

The dense text, reports, and memories are hidden within the pristine white pages.

Immediately afterwards, new words were written out one by one on the pages of the book, accompanied by densely packed images and new information flowing into He Ao's mind.

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Western Lands
Yan Yue pushed open the tent flap and looked at Lin Chichi, who was sitting inside with a furrowed brow.

“Sister Yan Yue,” Lin Chichi heard the voice, looked up at the tent door, and said, “You’re here. Do you have any news about Noctis?”

“No,” Yan Yue shook her head. “That guy is hiding too well. There’s not a single clue. I just came to ask you if you have any more information that I can investigate.”

"Yes, I've collected some new information, but I haven't had a chance to show it to you yet,"

Lin Chichi stood up, rummaged through the table in front of her, took out a stack of documents, handed them to Yan Yue, and casually said, "To be honest, this guy's luck is sometimes pretty good."

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Main World - Mount Costa
The raging blizzard almost buried He Ao's body. He raised his head and looked up at the thick clouds above.

He had just received a call from the space agency; the Navigator had arrived in the skies above the main world.

The real world doesn't show any signs of giant spaceships cutting through the clouds like in the dream world.

But on the cloudless ground, the Navigator was already visible through ordinary telescopes.

He stood atop the world's highest peak, looking up at the thick clouds above.

There seemed to be faint flashes of lightning appearing from the clouds, which then quickly disappeared.

But it seems that all that thunder never existed, it was just an illusion in He Ao's eyes.

He Ao watched all of this quietly.

After a brief pause, he spoke softly, "Dean, I need your help."

A faint glow shone around him, and the afterimage of the martial arts world faintly appeared around him.

Later, at the end of the month, I'll be asking for votes.