MTL - Become The Guard AI Of The Lost Civilization After Transmigration-Chapter 191 last performer

  Chapter 191 The last performer

   “… Interested in becoming a voter?”

  Zaklan is like a pyramid scheme, promoting the identity of "voters".

  The image of this prophet is completely different from what Lone Wolf imagined. The "wise, calm, and resolute wise man" who was portrayed in various stories collapsed in Lone Wolf's heart at this time.

  The only good news is that Lone Wolf does not believe in religion, nor worships "prophets", and will not experience mood swings due to the collapse of the image of the leader of the faith.

  He looked at Zachlan not knowing what to say, and after a while, he finally choked out a sentence:

   "...Great Prophet, may I venture to ask, why did you choose me?"

   This is something that Lone Wolf is very curious about. He has heard a long time ago that the Prophet has extraordinary spiritual power and can make accurate predictions.

  The prophet predicted the crisis before the arrival of the "circle", and led some believers to hide in advance, allowing civilization to continue the fire.

  Then he came here by mistake and became the "chosen people" of the prophet. Is this also expected by the prophet?

  He felt that he was the "predicted chosen one". Unexpectedly, after hearing his question, Zachlan repeated directly:

   "Didn't I say that? Because you were lucky, you were the first to come here."

"…that's it?"

   "Yes," Zachlan nodded, spread his hands and said, "For some reason... I must be responsible for the stupid 'excuses' I used."

"I once came out of 'Watchmen', when I made up a random excuse - looking for voters, it turns out that believers have a much better memory than I do, I've been asked the same question 25,000 times: voters did you find it?"

   Having said that, he leaned back on the seat again, and said with a vicissitudes on his face:

"In order to fill the hole I dug myself, I can only use one 'excuse' to cover another 'excuse', so I made a prophecy that the first outsider who comes here will become my elect. "

   "So here's the thing, even if a space amoeba came here it would be my voter."

  After listening to Zaklan's answer, Lone Wolf felt speechless for a while, and the already shattered image of the prophet was more thoroughly shattered this time.

   Seeing his expression, Zachlan seemed to know what he was thinking, so he smiled and said;

   "...Disillusioned? But this is the real me, the so-called prophet is just an ordinary person... By the way, can I trouble you to pick up that "Holy Words" for me?"

   As he spoke, Zaklan pointed to the "Holy Words" that happened to be thrown next to the lone wolf.

  Although Lone Wolf can't read the words in the book, he can still know what it is.

   "You still need me to do this kind of trivial matter? Don't you psykers just hook your fingers..." He stood up with slander, but froze when he bent down to pick up the book, and then looked at Zachlan in disbelief.

  Zaklan looked at him very calmly and said, "Did you feel it? Don't be so surprised. I don't have any psionic power. The most I can do with my psionic power is to make a leaf float."

   "But the outside world has been rumored that you are a psychic with powerful psychic power, and you can even use this power to peek into the corner of the future and make accurate predictions..." Lone Wolf is still a little unbelievable.

   "People will be more willing to believe what they want," Zaklan shook his head, and took the "Holy Words" handed by the lone wolf.

   "After all, mediocrity and a prophet don't match in any way. Only a powerful and stalwart 'prophet' can match people's perception of the image of a prophet."

   "I was shaped like this. I used to be just an ordinary ascetic. All the 'miracles' were false imposed on this body."

  He flipped through the "Holy Words" and told about the past of the little man named "Zaklan" without looking up.

  "The identity of a prophet did not bring him any power benefits. Before the destruction of the 'Watcher', he was a prophet who was emptied, and he was just an idol figure to unite the faith."

   "He is also a despicable person. He took advantage of the worship of the 'prophet' by the believers and tricked them into establishing this hermitage."

   "This process is very exhausting, because the fire of civilization is very fragile, and if you are a little careless, it will destroy everyone, but everything has stabilized in the end."

"And now, it's time for this 'Prophet' to leave. He feels that he has taken on too many responsibilities that don't belong to him. Now he wants to be himself, the ordinary person who is cultivating in the sea of ​​stars. .”

   "This is the story of Zachlan, a little man."

  Lone Wolf understood Zachlan's general meaning. It seemed that the prophet didn't want to do it anymore and wanted to retire early to do his own business.

   But looking at Zaklan's meticulous flipping movements and his aging body, Lone Wolf felt something was wrong.

   "...So, what do you mean?" Lone Wolf couldn't help asking, he wanted to understand what Zakran was thinking.

   And Zachlan glanced at him, and stopped what he was doing.

   “…I needed a new ‘idol’ that would remind them of their duties no matter what time of day it was.”

   "But this civilization doesn't need another prophet. This kind of title, which was born by mistake, should be cut off from me."

   "And my voters will become my 'spokesperson' in the future tens of millions of years, allowing them to recall when they are lost—what exactly does the Holy Land exist for?"

   "You are the first, you will hold my token, with this thing, you can get the allegiance of a small fleet every once in a while."

  Zaklan threw a cane to the lone wolf. This is a cane made purely of psionic crystals. Maybe there will be no second one in the entire galaxy.

   Before the lone wolf could react, Zachlan put on a posture to see off the guests, and guards took the lone wolf away in an instant.

  The lone wolf didn't struggle, but turned around and asked before he was about to disappear: "Is there only one token? What should I do if I lose it?"

  Zaklan also heard this sentence, and just when he was about to answer, the lone wolf completely disappeared into the hall.

   But Zaklan didn't feel depressed, but felt relieved.

   Not because of the departure of the "chosen people", but because he can finally be liberated.

   "If there is no token... maybe my head would be a good way to prove it?"

  Not long after Lone Wolf left this "hermit" planet, Zakran himself also left here.

  Although Zaklan claimed that he was just "going out for fun", those believers with strong psychic powers could see that his "prophet" probably wouldn't come back.

   His aging body was already old, but Zaklan resolutely did not use any psionic technology or genetic technology to increase his lifespan. The prophet who had lived for a long time was finally coming to an end.

  He has no interest in "long life" or even "eternal life". He just wants to take off the title of "prophet" that is louder than his name, and then live happily through the final stage of life.

  In the end, his spaceship disappeared into the galaxy, and no one knows where he went.

   After that, the remaining "Watcher" spark, according to Zaklan's order, once again declared its existence to the galaxy as the "Lost Empire".

  At this time, they are not "Watchers", but "Guardians of the Holy Land" with brand-new teachings, and their Holy Land also has a special planet called "Hermitage of the Prophet".

   After that, for at least tens of millions of years, they will fight for the Holy Land, until the civilization dies, or the "chosen people" appear.

  Thus, the "Great Khan Trial" that was supposed to be carried out in the dark was finally known to the galactic civilizations, which caused many galactic shocks.

  (end of this chapter)