Chapter 1067: Chapter 258: I Think, Therefore I Am

Sincaro has a strong and unique personal style.

He always manages to appear unexpectedly, without invitation, and with His eccentric behavior, He annoys everyone.

Shit Sincaro, truly a god befitting His name, perhaps the only Old God even His believers can’t stand.

This time, after a long silence, Sincaro has resurfaced once more.

However, in the eyes of the Holy City Navy, the Origin Society, and the pirates, He is synonymous with mystery and power, a savior capable of freeing everyone from the cage woven by the Lord of the Holy City.

From Ethan’s understanding of Sincaro’s twisted personality, He has no interest in the role of a savior. This Old God, known for His cunning and deceit, is pursuing the ultimate contrast—He incites people to challenge the Lord of the Holy City, tearing down this seemingly beautiful and exquisite cage, then, at their moment of victory, when everyone anxiously wants to witness the beautiful world beyond the cage, He casts them into the abyss.

This strong contrast of falling from paradise to hell is precisely Sincaro’s hobby.

Generally, Ethan is a polite person.

But he still has to say, Sincaro is a piece of shit, a nickname authoritatively endorsed by His peers.

If He were in human society, without doubt, He’d be an antisocial personality, the kind to be isolated or humanely destroyed before the age of eighteen.

In this world, there are only wrongly called names, no wrongly given nicknames.

The two returned to their hotel residence; the city’s alarms had already stopped, and the people within the cage returned to their routine lives, continuing to meticulously follow the future designed by the Lord of the Holy City.

Lindong finished her hamburger and popcorn chicken, climbed onto the bed, hugged a pillow with one arm, and sat cross-legged on the bed gazing at the familiar city.

The First Special District, the first city established by the Holy City.

She can understand the thoughts of the Chief Prosecutor and the Archbishop; this city holds extremely special significance for the residents of the Holy City. It is the origin of everything, witnessing their development from a city built by refugees to a nation, until the banner of civilization covered the entire Hard Galaxy.

And as the builder of this city, she naturally can’t truly be as cold-hearted as she appears on the surface.

In the Department of Justice, she ignored the strategic guidelines of the Chief Prosecutor, appearing to scornfully trample people’s efforts beneath her feet, but in reality, it’s because she herself had no ideas.

The great First Lady is the decision-maker, witnessing nearly every pivotal moment of the Holy City.

But this time, she also doesn’t know where the future of this civilization will head.

"I have a question, you have to answer honestly."

"Mm."

"Don’t say good things just for my sake."

"Mm."

"Be sharp and straight to the point... no, wait a moment."

Lindong lowered her eyelids, took a deep breath, conflicted within, "But also pay attention to your tone, don’t say it too harshly."

She rarely opens up to anyone; in the past, perhaps only when facing the Messiah, a machine devoid of human emotions, would she reveal her true self. She had also once confided in the young god beneath the "embryo," and now looking back, even though she did not grant the Messiah human thinking or empathy, those complaints back then still subtly influenced the Messiah.

Regarding this Paradise society, Lindong has always had complex feelings. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She vaguely feels that the Messiah’s calculations might be wrong, but she cannot offer any alternative solutions.

In terms of "calculation" ability, the Messiah has long left her far behind, to the point where Lindong more than once thought that maybe it was her human perspective that restricted her from seeing a farther future.

Yet the truth proves that under the Messiah’s management, human civilization reached unprecedented prosperity. They’ve avoided the mistakes of their predecessors, not heading towards spiritual decline due to the flourishing of science; until finally, catching the gaze of the Old Gods—in all her knowledge, every civilization that experienced a Golden Era eventually met the same fate of destruction.

As the imperial borders continuously expand, no one any longer has the strength to maintain this complex and vast system, but on the other hand, humans yearn for more.

They will eventually draw that gaze from the depths of the stars.

The consciousness deep in the stars will hear their prayers, whether malevolent or not, they will bring destruction to civilization.

Refugees attribute the destruction to the Old Gods, seeing Them as eternal enemies.

However, some also believe it is humanity’s ever-expanding desire that ultimately invited their destruction.

Just like the Origin Society.

Those new technologies continuously birthed by the pursuit of knowledge will eventually exceed their control, leading them into unknown realms.

Lindong thinks she is the best example.

She created the Messiah, allowing Him to become a Divine Spirit in the eyes of the Holy City people, and now, she has brought an existence akin to the Old Gods to the First Special District.

Perhaps she is also repeating the mistakes of her predecessors, possibly working towards the destruction of this world with her own hands.

"I’m ready."

She closed her eyes, prepared her psychological adjustment, and asked in a throw-caution-to-the-wind tone, "How do you view the Paradise society?"

Lindong ultimately decided to confront her inner self.

She must admit that Ethan’s assessment of the Paradise society would effectively summarize her past as the First Lady.