If that being is powerful enough to distort reality and change history, then promoting the development of human technology... shouldn't be that troublesome, right? Wouldn't it be enough to "enlighten" a few geniuses, or directly perform miracles and send down divine revelations?
Perhaps there are other limitations that she is not aware of?
"...Wait, gods...myths..."
At this moment, these words suddenly reminded her of something, which was a description of a great existence:
"...'For entities at a certain level, their mere existence can have a huge impact on the surroundings'...
"An entity that has reached a certain level...An entity that has reached a certain level..."
This reminded her of someone inexplicably.
That's herself.
She has seen many times how significant the impact of high-level extraordinary people on the surrounding environment is when they do not deliberately restrain their own power.
Bona, the leader of the "Holy See of Life" and the top magician, lost control and turned into a mutated monster after failing to be promoted. His hard power now reaches the level of "Metallurgist".
If he appeared in a crowded place at that time, he would probably cause all mortal creatures within a radius of hundreds of meters to lose their minds in an instant, or even collapse into monsters.
The out-of-control angel from the "Moon" realm who was sealed in the gray forest, even if the polluted information that escaped from his body unconsciously was enough to make the Metallurgist almost lose control after penetrating the "Mirror of Redmormon".
So...what about the gods?
If an existence at a level far higher than "God's Messenger" or "Miracle Worker" does not intentionally restrain its own power...what kind of impact will it have on the real world?
Qi Ji's initial assessment of the identity of his body was that it was a "god that was in the process of revival but had not yet fully awakened."
During this period of time, even if she did not actively restrain her power, she could not sense that her existence would have any obvious impact on the surrounding environment.
She originally thought that this was the body's instinctive protective mechanism, and that it would subconsciously control its own influence in order to protect the surrounding things, but maybe...
That kind of "influence" has actually always existed.
It's just that because the scope of its influence on the real world is too wide and the degree is too profound, it is not as violent and obvious as "Angel" and "Metallurgist", but is subtle and silent, so subtle that even she herself can hardly detect it?
"If there are no other travelers from Earth in this world besides me, then I am the only person in this world who has a full understanding of electrical equipment..."
Qi Ji pondered, shifting the object of analysis from the external world to his inner self:
“Although I don’t have much urge or desire to return to Earth…
"But after all, I suddenly left my hometown where I had lived for decades and came to a completely unfamiliar and unknown place." It is normal to subconsciously feel nostalgic for the familiar environment occasionally...
"So, this subconscious thought, through the 'influence' of that high-level existence, acts on the real world, leading to... the current situation?"
As soon as this idea came to her, she was deeply shocked:
"Has this body become so powerful... that it can distort the reality of history with its will?!"
She knew that she was very strong, but before this time, this "strength" had always remained at the intuitive level of physical, magical, and spiritual power.
But such a direct distortion of history and imaginary reality...
It was far more exaggerated than she had originally imagined, and perhaps it had completely surpassed the reach of spirituality and divinity!
"Is this a characteristic shared by all beings at the level of gods, or is it an ability unique to me?"
Qi Ji once again fell into deep thought about the identity of his body:
"Who am I...?"
"Boom!!!"
A loud noise coming from outside the library suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
"…What happened?"
Compared to the secret identity of his own body, Qi Ji is not very interested in other things.
But it was obvious that when the prerequisites were too poor, even if she had extremely powerful thinking and computing power, she would not be able to come up with any result no matter how hard she tried.
In order to avoid getting stuck in a dead end, she decisively interrupted the meaningless mental consumption and turned her attention back to reality.
"It suddenly became very noisy outside...as if something unexpected happened?"
Listening to the noise of the crowd that had suddenly become extremely noisy for some reason, as well as the sounds of hard objects falling and shattering, she sighed slowly:
"Forget it... Let's go out and take a look first."
Chapter 346 Roman
A few hours after the opening ceremony, most students had gathered at the venues they wanted to go to. As it was getting close to noon, the sunlight and temperature rose, and most people were unwilling to stay in an open and uncovered place to bask in the sun.
Therefore, at this time, the flow of people on the main roads within the Imperial University has decreased a lot, and it seems even quieter and deserted than on ordinary days.
Not many people noticed that an old man wearing a leather cowboy sun hat and dressed in a relatively young and playful manner was walking on a road paved with square bricks and dotted with trees on both sides.
"This weather is perfect for a walk under the shade of the trees..."
The expression on his face was very relaxed. With his hands behind his waist, he walked under the shade of the trees at the edge of the road, enjoying the long-lost peace and tranquility.
This person is none other than the mysterious president of the Imperial National University, the elusive "metallurgist" named Roman.
At this moment, he was like an ordinary old man, strolling leisurely in the spacious campus.
As Emperor Octavius VIII said, the Imperial University is probably one of the safest areas in the country these days. Even the craziest troublemakers would never seek death on such a day.
Therefore, this exile who had endured decades of continuous hunting by the "enemy" finally got the chance to let down most of his guard, allowing his long-tensed nerves to relax a little for a while.
"It's a pity that there are only a few days like this. When everything is over, I will have to go back to my life of hiding. Sigh..."
He sighed somewhat dejectedly, and then he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes showing some relief and a certain determination:
"But I have never regretted making that choice..."
At this moment, he suddenly noticed a large crowd gathering not far in front of him.
"That seems to be an activity venue, right?"
He stopped curiously and looked over there:
"It doesn't look like this is organized by the school... It's an activity organized by the students themselves. It seems to be very lively. What are they doing?"
As a "metallurgist" whose level is second only to demigod, Romon can of course easily take in most of the movements and situations within a radius of thousands of meters.
But now he deliberately restrained his senses, and what he could see, hear, and feel now was not much different from that of an ordinary old man.
Therefore, he really couldn't see clearly what was going on over there from a distance of several hundred meters.
"Go and have a look."
Soon, curiosity made the decision and he walked slowly in that direction.
A few minutes later, Romon arrived near that area, and was immediately greeted by a wave of bustling noise.
It was the cheers, applause and encouragement from countless students, interweaving with each other and shaking the earth.
Once he arrived at a crowded place, Luo Meng subconsciously concentrated his mind and observed the surrounding environment:
"There are about 200 people, most of them are students, and there are also a few... about a dozen teachers, basically all of them are from the Spiritual Academy, and more than half of them have more or less spiritual power...
"The crowd is distributed radially, with chairs and seats in the inner circle and people standing in the outer circle... There are too many people, and if a riot occurs, there is a possibility of crowding or even trampling... It is not advisable to enter...
"In the innermost part is a wide open space, with separate seats at the edge of the open space... seems to be for leaders and off-campus guests? The man in the wizard robe should be the strongest, with a realm between a true wizard and a mage... He is obviously not from an academic school, and he has a murderous aura and has experienced actual combat...
"Wait, are there people fighting in the open space? No, it's more like a 'competition' than a 'fight'. Neither side is ruthless, but their methods are too immature... They are students..."
These thoughts flashed through Roman's mind in just half a second, and then he was stunned for a moment. After a moment, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face:
"Oh, really, what am I doing..."
Years of escape have made him develop an almost instinctive habit: once he arrives in an unfamiliar environment with a mix of people, he will subconsciously analyze the situation, assess the risks, and pay attention to those who may pose a threat.
"Now... at least for the next few days, I don't need to. I just want to relax and have fun with the students."
Thinking of this, he walked towards the outermost part of the crowd with a warm smile on his face.
"Classmate, are they having a competition?"
He grabbed a boy who had an excited look on his face and kept standing on tiptoe to look inside, and asked kindly.
"Uh?"
The boy saw that the person who called him was an old man he had never seen before, so he thought he was a school worker, so he didn't pay much attention to it and explained casually:
"Yes! Don't you know? This is a big event that happens once a year!"
"I did hear that the student union holds a 'competition contest' between students every year. So this is the format."
Luo Meng touched his chin and nodded slightly thoughtfully.
Although he is the principal and most of the important affairs of the school have to be handled by him, due to the sensitive status, he cannot often appear in public. Naturally, he rarely wanders around the campus as he pleases like he does now.
Therefore, he was not very clear about activities organized by students themselves, because these unimportant matters were basically handed over to school leaders, and he only knew the general idea.
"Who's on the field now?"
Roman asked again.
He could see the faces of the people on both sides of the field clearly, but he couldn't recognize who they were. Judging from the excited expressions of the students in the audience, he seemed to be a very famous student?
The boy was busy standing on tiptoe to look around, and was a little impatient to be asked questions by an inexplicable old man. He responded in a slightly anxious tone:
"You go ask someone else, I'm busy!"
Luo Meng didn't bother with him. He laughed a few times, still maintaining his kind and gentle smile, and turned and walked away.
He did not leave, but came to a place where no one could see him. His figure flashed and he disappeared silently out of thin air. In his place, only a translucent pattern like broken glass remained, floating in the air vaguely.
After a few seconds, it completely faded away, as if nothing had happened.
At the top of a tower not far away, on a rooftop that was not open to anyone, Romon appeared on the edge of the railing, looking down at the lively competition scene below.
"…Uh, it's over already?"
He saw that at some point there was only one person left on the stage. The other person was covered in mud and dust. He turned around and walked backstage in a disheveled manner, leaving only an unwilling and helpless back view to the audience.
"Forget it... let's watch the next one."
Luo Meng's attitude was very Buddhist. He chuckled indifferently, watched the staff walk out from the backstage, clean up the messy venue, and then walked back to the backstage.
A few minutes later, a new group of contestants appeared on the stage.
Roman glanced at the two men, but when his eyes passed over one of them, he suddenly stopped.
written request for leave
I have a low-grade fever today and a slight headache. I feel like I'm not in good enough shape, so I shamelessly ask for a day off.
Chapter 347: A Predictable Confrontation (Part )
"...Candice?"
As soon as the long amber hair came into view, Roman recognized the identity of the person on the stage.
There was no doubt that it was the Imperial Princess Candice Octavius, the youngest daughter of Emperor Octavius VIII.
"Why would she come to participate in such a competition... Oh, so this is the 'activity' that Old Oak was talking about?"
Roman slightly expanded his inspiration and sensed Candice's spiritual fluctuations from a distance. After capturing some of her unique characteristics and confirming that the other party was Candice herself, he couldn't help but feel very surprised.
When chatting with the emperor as a friend before, the other party mentioned that his youngest daughter Candice, who was studying at the Imperial National University, was also involved in some projects. However, Roman did not talk about it in detail at the time, so he did not know what she participated in specifically.
Now that he had accidentally seen it with his own eyes, he knew it, but he had not expected it to be such a very amateur "game" with far more entertainment value than academic value.
"Really? A member of the royal family actually fought with an outsider in public... How shameful! Regardless of whether they win or lose, it will have a bad impact on the image of the royal family if it gets out. They are still just children after all... Ugh."
Subconsciously thinking from the perspective of the royal interests, Romon wanted to educate Candice in his heart, but halfway through his thoughts, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his expression changed slightly, and the light in his eyes dimmed a lot.
He sighed lightly, shook his head slightly sadly, and murmured softly:
"Oh... Never mind, as long as she is happy."
"Beep——!"
While he was thinking, the two people on the stage had already walked to the two ends of the stage. With a whistle from the referee standing in the center, the "competition" officially began.
"It's begun."
The sharp and piercing whistle brought Roman back to his senses and refocused his attention on the stage:
