Although Father Otto was worthy of respect...
The Otto they knew—
Even Theresa, his granddaughter, could only say, after understanding his true nature, that he was truly evil.
Those like Kiana who would be persecuted in the future—
Those like Tesla and Einstein who had already been persecuted and would continue to be persecuted—
No one had a favorable impression of that Overseer.
If they could see the Overseer in person, no one present would hesitate to confront that black-hearted archbishop.
And now, after that question, they saw... a commotion at the Schicksal headquarters, and Otto being brutally beaten.
— What a delightful spectacle!
Just thinking about that scene makes my cerebral cortex tremble uncontrollably.
They couldn't wait to see Otto get beaten up, and was also curious about why Fu Hua had become what she was. Under everyone's urging, Fu Hua, who was already deeply interested in these things, gave a direct answer.
The result was exactly as expected, as shown in the previous video.
No one paid much attention to the process.
Compared to the exciting footage that was about to be shown, showing Fu Hua's transformation and beating up Otto,
Even if the choice was wrong, no one would care too much at this moment.
What's more, it was right? Everyone eagerly stared at the screen about to transform into an image.
…
In the boundless darkness,
the deceased immortal regained consciousness.
"Hey, wake up! You've been asleep for too long!" a lively voice echoed.
"...I...what..."
Confused, the lively voice's snarl was tempered with a hint of teasing and a sigh:
"Oh, don't be so snarky! Things are different now. Your brain isn't damaged at all."
"Hurry up and search your memory bank to find out who you are. We have a lot of work to do."
She was puzzled. "Who are you?"
"I'm your 'true self,' okay? The most original, authentic you."
The lively voice revealed its identity.
And then, a cold, steady voice followed.
"I am the 'superego.' Don't worry, you're not schizophrenic or crazy. We are you."
The voice known as the id urged, "The 'self' hasn't been born yet, because you don't know who you are yet. Recall it now. Without any of it, you're no longer you."
"Who am I?"
Still confused.
"Remember carefully. You are..."
Scenes flashed by, like a ticker tape in a metropolitan city, unstoppable.
Memories flooded into consciousness like a tide. It was as if they had been lurking, waiting only for the arrival of their commander.
Many images floated before her eyes: a girl standing alone in the cold wind, a warrior clad in armor and wielding a golden sword, a cold-blooded killer, a solitary immortal...
Ego: "They are all you."
Superego: "They were once you."
The Id seemed to be losing patience. "They are part of you, understand? There's no time to waste. Once your brainwaves get out, he'll find out..."
"Him?"
...confused.
The voice of the Id sounded somewhat helpless. "Otto Apocalypse. Read the memory. She's far back."
The Ego calmly said, "He's the Bishop of Destiny, your old friend, the only one who knows you're still alive..."
The Superego added, her words filled with disgust. "A liar, a murderer..."
The Id said grumpily, "Let's talk later. Look where you are now!"
Slowly opening her eyes.
It was... a simple life support capsule. A swirl of cold, slippery liquid, enveloped her body. Bubbles of life leaped out, passed before her eyes, and floated to the top.
The Ego calmly elaborated, "This device is keeping you alive. It seems to have healed all your injuries—including that one."
The Superego was indifferent, "Perhaps this is his atonement."
"Imprisonment is more like it," sneered the Id.
Watching the strange, somewhat baffling images, Mei, observing the communicating consciousnesses, instantly understood their origins.
"Ego, id, superego—is that from Freud's The Ego and the Id?"
"Hmm," Einstein nodded slightly.
Although it was psychology, the advantages of having lived longer were apparent at times like these.
Even unrelated subjects, she had occasionally explored them.
But Tesla didn't seem to know much about them.
Unlike Einstein, although Tesla was more up-to-date, she had always been reluctant to dwell on things she didn't find interesting. She didn't have much energy, so even if she'd heard something related to it, she didn't bother to remember it.
"Could it be that these three factors alone caused class monitor to become what she later became?"
Mei frowned.
Because of her diverse knowledge, her attainments in psychology surpassed even Einstein's. But precisely because of this, she couldn't connect these three factors with the later, obviously dark, bashing-up person.
"Perhaps, that Fu Hua was dominated by her id."
Einstein looked at the image calmly.
"Compared to the superego and ego, don't you think the id is a bit too active?"
"Isn't that normal? The id is the original part of humanity, representing desire." Mei glanced at Fu Hua.
Fu Hua always appeared so calm and inactive. From what she'd learned from Book of Fuxi, at least while she was still there, Fu Hua had maintained that desireless state for nearly thousands of years.
...In her half-baked psychological description, the initial desires of such people were already immense. Words can't describe it.
Fu Hua felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.
"Indeed, but this id is indeed more abnormal than the other two, and closer to that Herrscher of Sentience, isn't it?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "Herrscher of Sentience."
Mei had nothing to say, so she could only raise her eyebrows. "Let's continue watching."
The image continued.
Id, superego, ego.
Driven by these three distinct yet similar forces, her body remained intact, having recovered everything she had at her peak. The sturdy, custom-made glass of the life support pod was easily shattered.
The overflowing blue liquid poured out, covering the ground.
She stepped out, her bare feet touching the cold ground.
The remaining nutrient solution dripped from her body and her soaked hair, dripping onto the floor.
A subtle dripping sound was heard.
The previous stress and heaviness vanished in that moment.
What remained was an indescribable sense of relief and comfort.
When was the last time she felt this way?
... maybe five hundred years ago?
Perhaps, it's been so long, so long...
As she relaxed every pore, a familiar voice echoed in her ears.
"My old friend! You're finally awake!"