Chapter 614: Chapter 67: False God, Foolish Idol (Part 2)_3
Angel Envoy Aorus had transformed back into a mere mortal, a mortal prone to error, thus his Divine Communication Skill could be used once again. The opportunity that Budman had fought for with his life was lost just like that, and all their hard-fought achievements faded away lightly, for even failure itself would become the power of this twisted existence!
Dust Explosion sat powerlessly on the ground, and Budman twitched the corner of his mouth, forcing an ugly smile.
“Boss, don’t blame yourself,” Budman consoled, “We did our best… ha.”
The old brother’s eyes gradually lost their light, unable to utter a second sentence. The corpse chief’s mind blanked, hearing only the incessant chatter of Aorus from within the Divine Communication, sounding like he was giving a sermon, yet also preaching.
“This is all your fault, John Garcia. If you had willingly handed over the heart, Budman Avis would not have lost his life, and you wouldn’t need to feel this pain. But this too is an unavoidable tribulation, for you are after all human, and humans inevitably make mistakes.”
“This world itself is unfortunate! Failure is bound to happen because defects and errors will always be present! To acknowledge errors, to accept defects, only then can failure transform from an outcome into a force that propels you forward!”
Oreteus was reshaped once more, carrying a ghastliness far surpassing before. Its stitched-up mouth split open, and both the statue and the Angel Envoy spoke in unison, triggering a duet of despair.
“Look, the power of failure is accumulating, becoming the staircase to perfection! This is the power of defeat, this is the power of misfortune. Now, you too are embraced by failure; this is the sorrowful fate destined for humans. Whether or not to use this experience of defeat, that is the fundamental difference between me and you!”
John listened to this truth-telling speech and somehow found it rather humorous.
What so-called power of failure?
Failure has never been a power. Failure isn’t anything good. After defeat, the gains are lost, as are your credibility. Brothers may run away, confidence may waver, and in the worst scenario, even lives may be lost. That confident look you wear, as if you deeply understand defeat, but have you truly ever lost? Do you even understand what defeat means?
He tried to resist through the Divine Communication, but it was taken away; he saw through the essence of the Impermanence Skill, yet still found no complete solution; he wanted to use speech to disturb the mind as a last gamble, but in the end, he too lost a brother’s life…
John took out the short sword Shiyu Zhongyi had given him, his hands trembling.
He had prepared for everything. But he never even got the chance to use this preparation, and he had already thoroughly lost. This was true defeat, exhausting all efforts, but to no avail in the end.
What nonsense about accepting failure leading to success? You speak such foolishness because you have too many chances to start over, but those who truly suffer defeat don’t even have a chance to retry; they die upon failing!
“Do you understand, John Garcia,” Aorus arrogantly said, “do you understand the power of the loser?”
The hand of the Divine Communication swept through the air, and John subconsciously pushed Dust Explosion aside.
Almost at the same moment, the ground cracked open with the power to split space, and Dust Explosion fell down by the edge. She narrowly escaped death, the price being John’s body being cleaved into two.
Women’s cries sounded by his ears, the remnants of his fighting spirit gradually dissipating, along with the strength from his body.
John felt incredibly tired, unable to utter a single word. The roars and rages that hadn’t yet transformed into speech burst inside his heart, scattering like burned-out ashes.
He recalled that dream, recalled the boy in that dream he found detestable.
Life is painful, fate is unjust.
He felt as though he could now understand that person’s words. That boy too must have been an incredibly unfortunate person. Otherwise, he wouldn’t hold such a pessimistic view of the world.
Seemingly an illusion, yet like a vision before death, John saw a subtle line emerging from the sand, slowly extending towards him. It was a small cube, blown by the wind to nearby, standing motionless on the ground.
A dice, covered in dust. Appearing to mock him, to reproach him, the dice was just a bit away from John’s fingertips, just enough so that he couldn’t directly touch it.
John Garcia, mustering all his strength, reached forward. Ugly, awkward, yet incredibly persistent, he shifted his body forward by an inch with the last bit of energy he had.
As Aorus made a gesture, John grabbed the dice.
As the next attack arrived, John threw the dice.
The dice tumbled across the ground, and the random fate was fulfilled—
A golden light of good fortune descended from the sky.