Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 962 - 210: Anything Is Possible (Part 2)

"I'm merely explaining everything that's happening now from another perspective—so when they realized it was actually a misunderstanding and that you never intended to kill everyone, they relaxed."

Hearing this, a complex expression crossed Mary's face, and she somewhat sheepishly put away the Wind Element Sword.

Because if Ethan hadn't staged this performance in front of her, she really did intend to kill all the flesh-and-blood creatures present; there was no misunderstanding about it.

Having lived through the Crimson Epoch, she understood that this was the only way to deal with the infected, and also a release for their distorted souls.

"That's the greatest insight I've gained from being with Old Ba for so long."

Ethan witnessed the downfall of the Kania civilization in the God of Truth's database, a plague far surpassing the Crimson Plague in both scale and severity. No Kania person in the galaxy was spared. To humans, the Kania civilization was indeed destroyed, yet Old Ba had a different interpretation.

The Kania people achieved immortality. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

With more powerful bodies, each individual's thoughts could be communicated perfectly to one another, akin to an individual on Earth being able to transmit their thoughts accurately to a friend on Pluto without any aid. Though they'd never met or lived in each other's worlds, they could truly connect in mind.

Before the "destruction" of Kania civilization, these aspirations were their greatest pursuits and, at one time, considered by the wisest Kania people to be impossible miracles.

It was also the first time Bazatous earnestly responded to humanity's wishes, though the outcome was somewhat... unsatisfying.

"Old Ba conveyed a new concept to me and His believers—this is another form of existence for life."

Lindong and Bazatous happened to walk out of the shattered Holy Hall, halting in sync upon hearing the two's conversation.

In the heart of the seven-eyed woman, a rare spark of "curiosity," a unique human emotion, began to bloom.

She'd known Ethan for so long and had never heard him directly evaluate himself.

This peculiar yet unfamiliar expectation held the same allure for the Old Gods.

"Senzi, do you intend to speak for Bazatous and those who believe in him?"

Mary frowned seriously.

This was undoubtedly a blasphemous statement. If it were anyone else, those words alone would have been enough for her to smash a hammer onto their head.

But since it was Senzi, whatever outrageous statements he made were worth hearing before passing judgment.

"Now is not the time."

Ethan shook his head. What he narrated was a continuation not recorded in the book "Bloody High Priestess Mary"—when Mary realized the secrets fervently hidden by the Goddess of Life and subsequently converted to the faith of Bazatous.

"Let's now set aside the grand concepts of the Crimson Plague, Evil God, True God, and suppose this is a dog you met by the roadside. You incidentally learn it was originally a human, perhaps from a failed alchemy experiment or some other unfortunate event. These aren't important; what matters is, can you turn it back into a human?"

No.

The words were at the tip of her tongue, but Mary suddenly froze.

That was the standard answer for followers of Life Divine Teachings, as the human body and soul are incredibly complex, and any research involving the distortion of body and soul is strictly forbidden by doctrine, which would undoubtedly lead to unimaginable consequences.

But... if abandoning the Church Court's doctrines and answering Ethan's question from an alchemist's perspective.

The answer had to be affirmative.

In theory, since there exists a magic potion that turns humans into dogs, there must surely be a version with reverse effects; this balance is what alchemists pursue.

Even though she currently didn't know the magic potion's formula, as long as given enough time and samples, she could eventually research a corresponding version.

In fact, if she broadened her horizons, Mary had heard in Magician circles, such tricks of turning humans into animals and vice versa weren't anything new.

The reason Mary saw through the essence of Ethan's question so quickly was because, back in the Crimson Epoch, she had similar thoughts. But the biggest obstacle to this problem was the doctrines of the Church Court—the precondition for researching reverse transmutation is that she must thoroughly understand Bazatous' powers, even becoming one of them.

But just now, that final shackle also disappeared.

If the powers of the Goddess of Life and Bazatous reached the same destination by different routes...

Mary's mind again replayed that long half-hour of torment. In those fragmented scenarios, she couldn't cure the plague. She initially thought that was the end of everything, but if... if it was actually another beginning?

The flesh plague could extend the life of the afflicted. Typically, as long as they weren't physically destroyed, they could continue to exist, which means she actually had enough time to explore, research, and master.

Suddenly, Mary thought of something and slowly approached the flesh-and-blood creature sitting harmlessly beside Ethan.

It had long become unrecognizable, bearing no resemblance to a human.

This time, she didn't draw her sword but instead placed her palm on the soft and sticky wall of flesh.