Nash sincerely asked, "So, what should I do to make it right?"


    The token thought for a moment before providing a fantastical answer, "Unless you can travel back to the past, the causal rtionships that have already been established are set in stone."


    Nash felt stunned. "Are you saying after all this, you can''t help me?"


    The token nodded. "Isn''t it obvious? Once a piece has been captured, do you think it''s possible for it to return to the board?"


    Nash found himself at a loss for words.


    The token then moved another piece. "Come on, continue to y with me for a while."


    Nash reluctantly resumed the game. The situation remained the same, with only the kings on both sides left.


    The token asked again, "Do you want to call it a draw?"


    Nash pondered for a long time and then shouted, "No draw!"


    The tokenughed. "You know you''re just wasting time."


    "So what?" Nash replied resolutely. "At least this time, I will win!"


    Thus, the two spent an indeterminate amount of time in that space. Each time Nash made a move, the token would ask if he wanted to call it a draw.


    No matter how desperate Nash felt, he refused to agree to a draw. As time passed, Nash suddenly felt dazed. His vision went ck.


    When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back by the familiar roadside at the foot of Tili Mountain.


    A car approached from a distance.


    Just as Nash intended to g it down, he realized that Hera and Skadi were inside. If he wanted to change his fate, did that mean he should not stop this car? Even so, were these not just illusions?


    Whether he stopped it or not, fate had already be a certainty. Did all of his efforts really hold any meaning?


    Nash fell into endless turmoil once more.


    In in terms, why was he hesitating? Why was he afraid? He repeatedly asked himself these questions. He began to find answers-he was afraid because he feared losing.


    If he never possessed anything, he would not be able to fear loss. It was precisely because he had many things he considered treasures that he feared losing them. Hera and Theo were his treasures. He feared losing them, and that fear became his motivation to move forward.


    "Is this the reason I''m stuck in ce?" Nash questioned himself.


    If that were true, what would it be like if nothing had ever happened? Would everything change? If he had never met them, would everything have been different? Could he have be stronger now?


    As he thought of this, he lowered his hand.


    However, he quickly realized it was his presence that saved Hera and the others.


    If he had not chosen to meet them, what would have happened to Hera and the others? Would they have died?


    At that moment, the voice of the token echoed in his mind, "You no longer have anything to do with them. Why would you care about whether they live or die?"


    "That''s right... If I have no connection to them..."


    Just then, Nash reached out his hand once more.


    The token asked, "Why? Are you still not nning to change?"