582. The End "If it’s something I can achieve, I can grant any wish. Not only I, but even the transcendents who occupy this labyrinth will help fulfill that wish." In truth, anything allowed by the universe was possible.
“If you desire, I can even make this labyrinth yours.”
In the truest sense, Taesan could achieve many things. But to Taesan himself, the light of wishes had faded. The wizard muttered with a vague expression, “For an ordinary conqueror, that would be a meaningful reward, but with you now, I don’t think so.
Most of what I can grant, you can achieve on your own.” Taesan had grown strong. Too strong, in fact.
So overwhelmingly powerful that there were very few things someone at his level couldn’t accomplish. Though unlikely, if Taesan made up his mind, he could forcibly seize control of the labyrinth. So the wizard guessed a few things about what Taesan wanted—things that couldn’t be achieved by normal means.
He spoke of one such thing.
“Do you want to turn back time on Earth?”
“Is that even possible?”
“There’s a god of circulation, and she can intervene in the Ouroboros to some extent... so if it’s just the cycle of Earth, it’s not impossible. You could restore Earth to the peaceful time before the monsters invaded.”
“What about memories?”
“They would be forgotten, since they weren’t qualified to have them.”