Chapter 1069: Chapter 259: The Chosen of the Gods

Sincaro possesses a strong and unique personal style.

He always appears uninvited, followed by actions so singular that everyone ends up despising him.

Goddamn Sincaro, a god true to his name, perhaps the only Old God even his believers can’t stand.

And this time, the long-dormant Sincaro has made a comeback.

Yet in the eyes of the Holy City Navy, the Origin Society, and the pirates, he is synonymous with mystery and power, a savior who can liberate everyone from the cage woven by the Lord of the Holy City.

From Ethan’s understanding of Sincaro’s twisted nature, he has no interest in the savior role. This Old God, known for his treachery, pursues the ultimate contrast—he entices people to challenge the Lord of the Holy City, to tear apart the seemingly beautiful and delicate cage, and then, at the moment of their victory, when everyone is eager to witness the splendid world beyond the birdcage, he casts them into the abyss.

Such a stark contrast from paradise to Hell is precisely Sincaro’s delight.

Normally, Ethan is a polite person.

But he still has to say, Sincaro is a pile of crap, a nickname certified by his kind.

If placed in human society, this is a textbook case of antisocial personality, destined for isolation or humanitarian destruction before reaching eighteen.

In this world, there are only mistaken names but never mistaken nicknames.

The two returned to their hotel room, the city’s alarm had ceased, and those within the birdcage resumed their ordinary lives, orderly following the future the Lord of the Holy City had designed for them.

Lindong finished her burger and popcorn chicken, climbed onto the bed, clutching a pillow with one arm, sitting cross-legged and gazing at this familiar city.

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

She understood the thoughts of the Chief Prosecutor and the Archbishop; this city held an extremely special significance for the Holy City people, being the origin of everything, witnessing their transformation from a city built by refugees into a nation, until the banner of civilization was planted throughout the Hard Galaxy.

And as a builder of this city, she naturally couldn’t truly be as ruthless as she appeared.

She ignored the strategic plans of the Chief Prosecutor in the Ministry of Justice, seemingly trampling the efforts of the people beneath her feet, in reality, because she too was out of ideas.

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

Yet this time, even she doesn’t know where the future of this civilization will lead.

"I have a question, you must answer truthfully."

"Hmm."

"Don’t speak well on my behalf."

"Hmm."

"Be sharp and to the point... wait, just a moment."

Lindong lowered her gaze, took a deep breath, and felt tangled inside, "But also mind the tone, don’t be too harsh."

She rarely opened her heart to anyone; in the past, perhaps only in front of the Messiah, a machine devoid of human emotions, did she reveal her true self. She had also once confided in the young god beneath the "embryo." In hindsight, although she hadn’t imparted human thought or empathy to the Messiah, her initial complaints still subtly influenced the Messiah.

Lindong had always felt conflicted about this Paradise Society.

She vaguely felt there might be a flaw in the Messiah’s calculations, yet she couldn’t propose any alternative.

In terms of "calculating" capacity, the Messiah had long left her far behind, so much that Lindong thought more than once that her human perspective limited her from seeing a further future.

And facts show under the Messiah’s management, human civilization ushered in unprecedented prosperity and avoided past mistakes, not falling to spiritual decline due to scientific prosperity, until finally attracting the gaze of the Old Gods—before this, every civilization she knew that entered a Golden Era ultimately met their end.

With the empire’s borders continually expanding, no one could maintain this complex and vast system, but on the other hand, humanity yearned for more.

They would eventually attract a glance from deep within the stars.

The consciousness residing deep in the stars would hear their prayers, regardless of malice or not, they would bring about civilization’s destruction.

The refugees blamed their demise on the Old Gods, seeing them as eternal enemies.

However, some believe it was humanity’s ever-expanding desire that ultimately attracted their destruction.

Like the Origin Society.

Those new technologies emerged from curiosity would sooner or later exceed their control, leading them into unknown territories.

Lindong felt she exemplified this.

She created the Messiah, making him a Divine Spirit in the eyes of the Holy City people, and now, she brought a being akin to the Old Gods to the First Special District.

Perhaps she too was repeating the mistakes of her predecessors, potentially destroying this world with her own hands.

"I’m ready."

She closed her eyes, prepared mentally, and asked with an all-or-nothing tone, "How do you view the Paradise Society?"

Lindong finally decided to face her heart directly.

She must admit that Ethan’s review of the Paradise Society equated to summarizing her past as the First Lady.