Chapter 1068: Chapter 258: I Think, Therefore I Am (2)

Lindong could not predict Ethan’s thoughts. His thinking was unique, often presenting sharp viewpoints and sometimes expressing them bluntly, making her heart race. If the person she loved most gave comments like "bullshit" about her past efforts, she felt she would be enraged to the point of heartache, perhaps unable to eat for a week.

So she chose to turn her back to Ethan and closed her eyes.

This way, even if she shed tears secretly, Ethan wouldn’t see them. "I heard that after I went to the Origin Society, He possessed the Chief Prosecutor and met with you, and your conversation ended unhappily."

Ethan was different from the compliant residents of Holy City. The Lord of the Holy City obviously hadn’t encountered someone like him, as Ethan always spoke his mind, even in front of his friends among the Old Gods. He probably heard many sharp voices from Ethan.

"I said He was a fraud."

With just a few words, Lindong’s heart was shocked, a vexation filled her inner being. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

It was as precise and piercing as always.

"But nonetheless a great fraud."

"Honeyed words."

Lindong knew Ethan was adept at reading emotions and said, "Don’t say things just to please me!"

"That’s my true thought, and I can’t blame Him. If our roles were switched, I might go insane within just two days."

Ethan answered seriously.

Imagine if he had to shoulder the future of an entire civilization, each of his decisions impacting the futures of hundreds of worlds, and he could whimsically decide to free Mr. Flynn Seine from confinement, allowing him to feel genuine emotions. However, such decisions could easily incite wars in dozens of edge worlds.

In these wars, millions of anonymous Flynn Seines would die on the battlefield for freedom.

In the end, he wouldn’t know their names.

But Messiah knows.

He not only knows each person’s name but also every event that will occur in their lives.

"If every decision you make has to be responsible for billions of people and every decision must be correct, no one can endure such weight."

This is why Ethan disliked being seen as a Divine Spirit, as he repeatedly emphasized to others that he was not a God.

Only a Divine Spirit can bear such a burden.

Only a Divine Spirit can ensure each decision walks on the right path.

And for the past millennia, the Lord of the Holy City has been striving wholeheartedly to fulfill His divine duties—even if you are born in an Edge World and seem to live a life of hopelessness in the eyes of outsiders, as long as you hold enough faith, the Lord of the Holy City will bring you happiness akin to that of the upper-class families in the Special District.

At least biologically, there is no difference between the two.

Moreover, the Lord of the Holy City works industriously in places unseen, exhausting all possibilities to understand the Old Gods, probing their secrets, and through the God of Truth, He found a path to ascend to divinity, hoping that one day He can turn this false birdcage into reality.

Until the mushroom cloud rose over the star port of the First Special District, and until He was teleported to some unknown location by Sincaro, the Lord of the Holy City worked diligently in this manner.

"That’s why you created the Messiah, isn’t it?"

The sudden question made Lindong’s heart flutter. She suddenly felt her eyes getting moist, not because Ethan’s fraud accusation made her cry, but because for the first time in centuries, someone entered her heart and glimpsed her inner thoughts.

"Even if you established the Origin Society, even if you became the first seat in people’s eyes, you still couldn’t bear the future of this civilization—even if you spent every moment of your life thinking, you couldn’t possibly understand every occurring event."

On the other side, the Magic Realm is one of the experimental grounds used by the Lord of the Holy City to study the Old Gods.

Lindong’s inner world is reflected to a certain extent in the Messiah.

Because of this, after the end of the Dark Epoch, the people there remain in pessimism—the Doomsday will eventually arrive, the True God will inevitably return to this world, they must rely on faith to once again get through the most difficult Seventh Epoch.

And this is exactly what Lindong observed from those destroyed civilizations.

Even if she wasn’t doing it intentionally, these thoughts were deeply rooted in her subconscious, and naturally passed on to Messiah.

"Didn’t you notice?"

Since coming to the First District, Ethan had a strong feeling, "Compared to the Far West, this is the true nation of faith."

The True God has long fallen; even the most devout Believers of the Life Divine Teachings have learned to live in a world without Divine Spirits.

However, here, Divine Spirits exist in each person’s life.

The Lord of the Holy City not only brings happiness to everyone but makes them aware of everything that is going to happen in the future, and because of this, even as rebel starships surrounded the planet, with orbital bombardment possibly striking the planet’s surface at any moment, the people of the First Special District continue to live their lives unaffected, and families continue their power games indifferently.

Because the Lord of the Holy City is with them, He will resolve all troubles.

Even the Chief Prosecutor, known for being action-oriented, only thought of the solution of having the Lord of the Holy City ascend the floating boat of the Sanctuary and deliver a speech to the residents and rebels.

"Are you suggesting I should entrust the future to them?"

As smart as Lindong was, she grasped Ethan’s intent at once, but she was not satisfied with such a result. "The civilizations that perished before all made such a choice. Once technological advancement exceeded their control, they entrusted their fate to human nature and science itself, although there was no basis, they firmly believed that science would solve all problems."

But the fact proved they only awaited a mere glance from the Old Gods.

Under that glance, any brilliant civilization ultimately turned into a Death Star filled with pain and despair.

She loved Ethan, yet even he couldn’t use this cliché to overlook everything that had happened.

"No, this is not a discussion on how to save the world."

Ethan shook his head, "You should know better than I that some questions can’t have precise answers, no matter how much you rack your brain."

"But..."

"Lindong."

Ethan gazed at Lindong’s back, at this moment, he was both looking at his lover and continuing the conversation previously interrupted by Sincaro, "It’s time to let yourself go."

Facing the window, Lindong finally turned around, sniffling a few times.

She opened her arms, seeking a hug to conclude the conversation.

"However, given the far-reaching influence of the Lord of the Holy City over this world, it won’t be easy for them to recover."

Ethan held Lindong in his arms thoughtfully, "I will find ways to help."

...............

A moment later, at the Sanctuary of Logic.

"How did you do it?"

Song Xian put down the book in his hand. He was no longer calm and peaceful, a shocked expression painted on his face.

He clearly recognized Zhuang Xiao, and her intrusion into the isolation room greatly astounded him.

"It seems something big happened outside; the priests of the Sanctuary don’t have time to care about me anymore."

"No, I’m asking how you got in just now?"

Song Xian pointed at the door.

This isolation area, only accessible by gray-robed priests, was filled with technology unheard of, including the door he tried many ways but couldn’t open.

But Zhuang Xiao merely found a piece of hard cardboard from somewhere, and like dealing with a door unintentionally locked at home, she slid it through the gap near the doorknob, and this most secure door opened to her.

"Eh?"

Zhuang Xiao was also stunned. She stared at the hard cardboard beside her absent-mindedly.

In her mind earlier was only one thought, which was to rescue Song Xian first when Monk Griffin wasn’t paying attention.

No matter what happens in this city, they must reunite with others quickly; she certainly wouldn’t entrust her fate to the Lord of the Holy City. They had already come here, so why not advance a few more steps?

With this thought, she saw the piece of hard cardboard.

"I..."

Zhuang Xiao’s tone was equally perplexed, "I figured it would work."