Chapter 807: Chapter 621: Idealistic Senluo
Ash patted Black Crow’s shoulder: “Even if the world is idealistic, it’s still yours.”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t wavered at all,” Black Crow said. “I would never surrender the world to those repulsive Evil Crows.”
The Beastman suddenly laughed, and everyone looked at him. He hurriedly explained, “I just thought of something funny.”
“If it’s not funny, then you should stand on your head and carry a coffin,” Igula said.
Seeing Harvey nod as well, Qikara quickly said, “I just think, according to Mr. Bokin’s words, the Kingdom of Senluo is like those Dream Bubble Shadows with word suffixes. Sigh, I’ve always been terrible at cracking suffixes, usually relying on brute force to shatter illusions…”
Igula was startled, murmuring: “Dream Bubble Shadows…”
“There’s actually no need to take it seriously. What difference does knowing these make?” Upon hearing this shocking secret, Ash appeared calm, clapping his hands and saying, “The essence of the world doesn’t really have anything to do with us, does it?”
Harvey glanced at him: “Ash, we are already Holy Sanctuary Mages.”
Even in the Kingdom of Senluo, Holy Sanctuary Mages are research talents capable of exploring the origins of advanced technology.
“Compared to this, Igula, do you recognize your own writing?”
Ash handed the draft paper back to Igula. The Swindler nodded, “Of course, I’m not you.”
“Then what does this word mean?”
“This word means ‘Kingdom of Gospel’…” Igula immediately realized, looking puzzled: “How could it be…”
Ash had noticed earlier that the draft paper didn’t contain legitimate words, but it wasn’t exactly gibberish either. As Igula spoke, he recognized it as multiple words merged into one character.
It’s probably a side effect of “Truth Link.” While Igula was deducing, his writing speed couldn’t keep up with his mental speed, so he subconsciously compressed the words further, writing composite characters that followed a pattern but were unreadable.
Harvey suddenly said, “The Silver Lamp might be related to this.”
He glanced at the others: “Her ‘illusion’ theory seems to overlap somewhat with this truth.”
After confronting the Silver Lamp for so long, everyone always had a question in their minds—where exactly does the Silver Lamp’s worldview originate?
No faction in the Wasteland aligns with her worldview, not even the Gods of Four Pillars are as radical as she is. A person’s thoughts can’t come from nowhere, consciousness must be influenced by the environment, and now they seem to have finally seen the tip of the iceberg that the Silver Lamp was hiding.
Although ‘Senluo is not real’ is still a distance from Silver Lamp’s ‘reality is just an illusion,’ they have only cracked the first wall of fog, and the rest might provide them with more detailed answers.
“Perhaps,” Black Crow interjected, “but so what?”
“At most, it only shows that she’s not an unprovoked lunatic, but it doesn’t change that she’s still an Evil Crow who has killed countless people.” His distorted voice was filled with solemnity: “We can find her weaknesses by understanding her, but we must never feel any sympathy for her just because we understand her.”
“Only the souls in Hell are qualified to forgive her.”
“Do I look like someone who would have any sympathy for the living?” Harvey glanced at Black Crow.
Igula squinted at Black Crow, “I don’t think it’s a non-literate’s place to lecture us mages—” This text is hosted at N()velFire.net
“Alright then.” Ash cut them off, stepping through the wall of fog first; this time the fog wall didn’t hinder him, knowing the truth: “Tamasi is right.”
“Let’s continue our exploration.”