"So, does this mean Sincaro is also a fan of substitute literature?"
Lindong asked curiously. She found Ethan’s theory quite interesting and found it hard to imagine the kind of grudges and entanglements that the Old Gods had with the "ancestors". If turned into a theater play, it could become one of the most popular programs among the Empire’s nobility.
A misfit, constantly bullied by peers, who suffers from severe PTSD, yearns for understanding but is hard to be accepted due to a gloomy disposition.
This was Ethan’s diagnosis.
Though she had never met Sincaro, a vivid image sprang to Lindong’s mind, making her think if Ethan were to switch careers to work in drama at the Imperial Capital Grand Theater, he could also achieve great success.
However, Ethan gave an unexpected response, "He is different."
"But that’s the diagnosis you gave for Resonate."
"Perhaps it’s just a side he deliberately shows us."
Sincaro was notorious among his kind, and from the evaluations of many, Ethan summarized a commonly used nickname from the Old Gods’ perspective—crap.
When conversing with Old Ba earlier, he once again emphasized this term.
According to Ethan’s observations, Anapolis had a somewhat acrid tongue, coupled with the fact that he was playing alone on the Western Continent yet got caught in undeserved disasters, being banned for thousands of years, filled with resentment. The insults to Sincaro might mostly be due to personal grievances, but if even an art enthusiast like Old Ba calls Sincaro a piece of crap, Ethan truly thinks Sincaro should really reconsider his own problems.
Ethan even found it hard to think of what kind of outrageous deeds the Master of Demons did to earn such an evaluation from his peers.
Now that Kane and Kaisaros have merged to become the new Father of War, the grudges he formed with Sincaro during the Ophira and Courage Trials deservedly earned Sincaro a crap nickname from Kane.
Of course, Ethan never advocates for bullying and character insults.
"Crap may sound a bit excessive, but this nickname reflects many underlying issues—his peers don’t trust him either."
Ethan thought for a moment, attempting to describe Sincaro’s situation in the most straightforward way possible, "He probably belongs to that type who attends the ten-year reunion, but upon arrival, can only sit in the corner, receiving cold responses from everyone he talks to, even the class monitor with excellent connections is too lazy to pay him any mind."
Ethan’s peculiar metaphor came up once more.
Lindong couldn’t help but feel uneasy just by following Ethan’s words. If it were her, she might have left the reunion alone soon after it started. Fortunately, she hadn’t attended a college reunion for quite some time.
"So what do you think?"
On the other hand, Lindong felt Sincaro was indeed unlikable.
Among the Old Gods they encountered on this journey, if she had to choose the most unappealing one, she would definitely vote for Sincaro.
However, as a well-read and courteous lady, she would never utter an evaluation like "crap."
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"I can’t trust Him either, but it doesn’t come from Old An and Old Ba’s evaluations, nor because of His identity."
He pieced together clues from his snippets gathered in the trials, revealing traces from before the birth of human civilization. In different people’s eyes, the Old Gods had different evaluations, but from an objective standpoint, they undeniably contributed indispensable parts to the evolution of civilization.
And knowledge and wisdom.
These are indispensable parts of human evolution, perhaps even the reason Kaisaros, Bazatous, and Sincaro are seen as symbols of the three great Evil Gods.
"Everyone knows that Sincaro excels at playing with intrigues, but his biggest difference from other Old Gods is that no one knows what he truly wants, not even his peers."
Ethan shared his evaluation of Sincaro.
One whose behavior logic can never be truly understood naturally invokes distrust.
Besides Sincaro, the thoughts of other Old Gods are easy to understand, their desires and ambitions are even more direct than humans’, rooted in their identity and powers, with no need to bury their desires deep within like humans must.
In Ethan’s view, Sincaro did many annoying things. Even after being sealed, he never reflected on himself, feeling no guilt in using his peers as test subjects. The only motive he currently sees is Sincaro’s desire to break the plane’s seal.
A desire stronger than any other Old God.
"Now there is progress." Ethan looked up at the monotonous bookshelves, the covers of each book seemingly identical, "At least we can understand his personality."
Even if these books are written with lies, perhaps they can glean Sincaro’s motivations from them.
Ethan took the book from Lindong’s hand, set it straight, and opened the title page.
As expected, the inside was filled with encrypted text in a familiar encryption method.
He handed the book to the green-haired girl.
Back at the Mage Tower, the wind element had deciphered the encrypted diary of the former learned scholar, translating the message she left behind before her death.
This was an ancient form of encryption, and considering the relationship between the God of Trickery and Sincaro, Ethan guessed the wind element might have encountered these symbols before.