Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

【At 29, you have spent a year in Janusapolis safely. 】

[You accidentally discovered a self-heating hot pot in the cabinet while cleaning your room. ]

[You recall the past and want to throw them into the trash, but after thinking it over, you decide to keep them.]

[Although there are unspeakable side effects, it is indeed very useful. 】

[As usual, you asked Tibao about the current situation of Tirisipios, but you only got the reply that everything was fine. You were slightly relieved, but you couldn't help but feel a little confused.]

[Since becoming the Holy Son of Janusapolis, you have gradually understood the attitude of the Senate and the kings towards the oracle. Although it cannot be said that they want to kill it immediately, they are full of disgust.]

[For the kings and nobles who stood at the pinnacle of secular power, the oracle delivered by Tirisipius was tantamount to shaking their foundation and status.]

[They will not believe in the so-called oracle of creation, nor will they allow the so-called people with golden blood to deprive them of their power.]

[So your suspicion that everything is fine as Tirisipius said is most likely a lie...]

[At 30 years old, the black tide is approaching the inland cities at a rapid pace. The glorious past of Omphalos is no longer there. There is shocking corruption everywhere, the Titans are crazy, and the people are displaced.]

[Even Janusapolis, located in the center of the world, was greatly affected. Crowds of refugees poured into the city, and there was no place to stay on the streets.]

[Ten years passed in a flash, and the discussion in the city about Tirisipius's theft of fire gradually became polarized.]

[Some priests and residents believed that the oracle of creation delivered by Tirisipius was correct, and everything she did was for Janusapolis and Omphalus.]

[You are very relieved, thinking that there are still a group of people with brains in Janusapolis.]

[To this day, Tirisipios is still as charming as ever. Ten years of time seem to have taken nothing away from her. On the contrary, you have entered middle age and have long lost the sharpness and edge of your youth.]

[You have been hesitant since seven years ago. On the one hand, you want to steal the fire of the Titans and emulate Tirisipios to become a demigod, but on the other hand, you are always hesitant and always want to delay it...]

[Today, as you enter middle age, you have lost the sharpness of your youth. Your edges have long been worn away. You just want to live a stable life and hope that this life can last a little longer...]

[The next night, after many years, you dreamed that you were in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by several unfamiliar faces...]

[Suddenly the dream was broken, and you heard a cold female voice ringing in your ears. ]

[Don't do things that will make your future self regret. Instead of holding a knife and wanting revenge after losing someone but not being able to find the target, it is better to burn brightly at this moment and give it a try. ]

[You opened your mouth and called out loudly, wanting to know who they were and why they appeared so frequently in his dreams, but your calls received no response, as if a stone fell into the sea.]

……

Jiang Fan lay on the bed under the window, in the darkness. The evening breeze was moist and slightly cool, and faint snoring sounds could be heard in the quiet room.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the crystal chandelier above his head, and then looked at Tibao who was sleeping obediently on the bed next to him.

Many years later, he dreamed that he was in a completely strange world, surrounded by completely strangers, but he always had a sense of familiarity.

Ten years have passed, and every night before falling asleep, Jiang Fan would wonder if he would dream about those strange things again.

He would wonder, if he had noticed Tirisipios's abnormality earlier, would he have chosen to stop her from stealing the fire, or become her accomplice.

He knew from the books of his predecessors in the library of Janusapolis that human memory was unreliable, just like the orchid, which was known as the "flower of immortality".

As time goes by, it will gradually drop a few petals, and then more and more petals will fall...

So that morning he learned that the image of Tirispios stealing the fire and fleeing Janusapolis was becoming increasingly yellow and cracked, like a peeling old photograph.

"The fire of Titan..." Jiang Fan said softly. A thief star passed by the window, dragging its light. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a while, Tibao sat up, slowly pulled down the quilt covering his face, and tilted his head to look at the middle-aged man lying on the bed.

The middle-aged man slept properly, with only occasional slight snoring. The moonlight from outside the window shone in and cast its shadow on his body, like a layer of mercury-colored gauze.

"Brother...that's good." Tibao said softly.

……

【At the age of 31, you spent this year peacefully. 】

[Nothing happens this year, your age +1.]

[32 years old. This year, Tibao occasionally left Janusapolis, but would come back every once in a while. ]

[You never asked too much, and Tibao didn't explain, as if they were both tacitly aware of it.]

[At the age of 33, the influence of the Black Tide continued to expand, and the public's attitude towards the incident in which Tirispios stole the fire and spread the oracle changed dramatically.]

[Some believers who believe in the Oracle of Creation even think that you drove away the Saint of Janus.]

[This year, you heard that the kings who held power wanted to restore the status of Saint Tirispiosjanus.]

【You are not pleased about this, but are filled with sorrow. 】

[You wanted to bring Tirisipios back to Janusapolis, but you never had the confidence to bring the Saint of Janus back to Janusapolis.]

[At the age of 34, you have not prayed to the Three-phase God for many years, but for the first time ever, you ask the Three-phase God again at the altar...]

[Unlike the past, the Titan of Ages Oronis responded to you, and you got the answer you wanted to know.]

[“Fire” can give birth to civilization, but it cannot give birth to “life”]

【“Life” originated from water. 】

[You left the altar and took a deep breath standing in the cold wind.]

[At the age of 35, the kings restored the status of the Saints of Janus to the Tirisipios. They placed the Tirisipios on the altar, covered them with silk, and covered their faces with rituals.]

[In the same year, the entire city of Janusapolis reenacted the grief of decades ago.]

[Jianus's son Jiang Fan took away the fire of the Scales of Justice Taranton by unknown means in the dead of night and left Janusapolis.]

[Thus, the second demigod in the history of Omphalus, the demigod who took over the divine authority of law and justice, appeared.]

[The various countries and the Senate were greatly shocked and began to search for information about you, hoping to obtain another demigod after Tirisipios.]

[The priests and people of Janusapolis broke into your residence, but found that your room was already empty, not even a quilt was left, and even your daughter "Tibao" was nowhere to be found.]

……

On the cliff outside the city of Janusapolis, the strong wind cut Jiang Fan's face like a knife.

He stood quietly in the strong wind, with Tibao sitting on a huge rock beside him. Both pairs of eyes were looking at the other side of the cliff. No land was visible, only low-flying birds turning back.

"The Kuroshio is slowly approaching," Tibao said. "Although we can't see it now, it's getting closer to us every second."

"Many years ago, we spent a long time on this cliff, trying to remember what Janusapolis looked like."

"Yes." Jiang Fan said, "We all grew up in Janusapolis... We are so familiar with every street that we can walk through it with our eyes closed."

"Well, but the more places I've been to, the more details about Janusapolis have become vague. Some things can only be remembered by writing in a diary."

"Nothing is truly eternal..." Jiang Fan whispered, his eyes falling on the back of his hand, the tattoo-like color spreading along the blood vessels.